Ling Zhouyue was stunned for a moment while hanging on the pot, her face was slightly swaying, and she put a meaningful hand on Xiao Ran's shoulder.
She was worried that Xiao Ran was too sincere, but she didn't expect this kid to temporarily add money. He was indeed Ling Zhouyue's direct disciple.
Unfortunately, the scene of adding immortal crystals that she imagined did not appear.
A gust of cold wind blew through, as if the entire Jianzhong Mountain was trembling.
Lu Pingtianjun's face was stiff, as if he was suppressing something.
He was naturally handsome, and his words and deeds had his own vision, and he was the body of a legendary demon.
After the Demon Sect's whitewashing, he switched to a fancy and gorgeous route, hiding his demonic nature, and once became a fascination in the world of self-cultivation, with many admirers everywhere, and an elegant and charming image wherever he went.
As a result, Xiao Ran appeared out of nowhere, his handsome face was distorted with anger, he was about to lose control, and almost revealed his demonic nature.
three times!
For the first time, I heard that the position of Tianjiao, who was holding a steady hand, was taken away by a qi refining child.
He was so angry that he beat the female fan he had just hooked up with and cried, because the female fan said that Xiao Ran's behavior in saving people was very handsome, so he was hit hard.
The second time, Xiao Ran pretended to be an ordinary disciple and deceived Chaos City with a strange soul technique.
He was so angry that he turned back to the head and pierced the beam, and cultivated into the Soul Condensing Forbidden Technique!
The third time, at this moment, only to fight for a fight, but was humiliated by Xiao Ran in public.
What's even more irritating is that Xiao Ran said that there are thousands of monks in the world, and the Taoist Alliance only produces seven in five hundred years...
He was powerless to refute.
Huadianxianjing still can't learn from each other...
Do you still want to add money
Are you a devil, or am I a devil
He never thought that he, who has won countless honors for the Holy Demon Sect since childhood... is now embarrassing the sect!
Can this be tolerated
Lu Pingtian turned his head and glanced at Senior Uncle Qiu Ren.
It was unexpectedly discovered that Master Qiu Ren was looking at him meaningfully, showing a smile that was not a smile.
He suddenly understood!
Just now, he was dizzy and almost said Xiao Ran again.
Xiao Ran found all kinds of excuses to avoid fighting, and even insulted him in public.
He instantly understood what Master Qiuren meant.
Bear the humiliation and bear the burden, and you will have the last laugh!
Thinking of this, Lu Pingtian quickly calmed down, with a rainbow light on his face, and regained his aura.
Just say:
"I have nothing else to do, especially good at destroying flowers. Since Junior Brother Xiao dare not fight, don't blame me for being rude to the younger generation."
Xiao Ran smiled without saying a word, calm and relaxed.
Chu Yan had a feeling of being underestimated, her little face was tense and wary.
"Please."
The two faced off and set up a ring on the sword and spine layer.
The rest of the people spread out more than ten meters away.
The autumn wind was bleak, and there was a sound of hunting, and on the thousands of broken swords in the layer of swords and thorns, there was a sound of swords.
At this moment.
A wild anchor sound resounded through the sky and landed on Jianzhong Mountain.
The crowd looked up.
In the mist of the sky, a huge black shadow slowly flew over, covering the sky and blocking the sun. From a distance, it looked like a giant kun, cruising in the misty ocean currents.
It's Li Wuxie!
The wisteria girl teased with a half-smile but not a smile:
"Is the short-lived Juggernaut still strong now? I heard that he fell to Nascent Soul because of his female cultivation."
Qiu Renjun's eagle nose twitches, and his fox eyes are slightly condensed.
"Be careful, he can kill you with a single finger."
air.
Li Wuxie took the huge Taoist hunting boat and descended to the Sword Tomb again, where it was anchored in the sky above the red-striped black boat of the Holy Demon Sect.
Ten times the size, the Daomeng Sword Cloud Totem at the bottom of the boat is as big as the Immortal Boat of the Holy Demon Sect!
In the sword cloud totem, complex high-level prohibitions are engraved, and it is not angry and majestic, and it faintly shows a kind of majesty of heaven that cannot be looked down upon by all living beings and bows their heads to serve as ministers.
Li Wuxie brought Heishi and Tahongzi, and Tajian to the sword-thorn layer.
Although he didn't want to set foot on this land again, he didn't want to see Xiao Ran's face.
But Daomeng Tianjiao was challenged by outsiders, and as a local Daomeng deacon, he had to come forward.
Qiu Renjun waited for a long time, but did not see Li Wuxie greet him.
Young people are understandably popular.
He nodded slightly to Li Wuxie.
"Li Zhishou is busy with official business and has to recuperate, why should he personally guide the junior swordsmen?"
Black Stone and Ta Hongzi saluted one after another.
Li Wuxie remained motionless, holding the black sand pot in his hand, his eyelids drooping all the time, and his aura was very strong.
"The Tianjiao Conference is approaching, I'll come and take a look at it to make sure that the Taoist Alliance Tianjiao will not be injured."
His tone was indifferent and his speech was direct, as if he didn't like Qiu Renjun very much.
Qiu Renjun turned around with his hands behind his back and looked at Chuyan and Lu Pingtian.
"With Junior Sister Lingzhou here, Chief Li has to worry too much."
"I hope so."
Li Wuxie said indifferently.
Seeing that Li Wuxie came, and there was no dispute with Qiu Renjun, Huangfu Qun breathed a sigh of relief, and together with Bo Yunzi, came over to exchange a few words.
the other side.
Ling Zhouyue and Xiao Ran paid no attention to Li Wuxie's arrival in the battle between Chuyan and Lu Pingtian.
The battle has begun.
It's still pretty.
Xiao Ran and Shizun watched with relish, so they almost moved a small bench and grabbed some melon seeds to eat.
Lu Pingtian is very strong.
Using an ordinary disciple's sword to use the light and shadow effect of the ancient sword, it looks like a bells and whistles, but it actually hides a fatal blow.
Chu Yan also did not use the power of Yuanying, but only used the power of Jindan, holding the ancient sword of Xuanjie, and using sewing needle swordsmanship to barely cope.
Chu Yan is not good at fighting, especially defense, and is easy to be defeated by a single blow, but the victory lies in his delicate swordsmanship, cautious personality, and barely able to maintain the situation.
The two sides operate meticulously. Seeing the tricks, the swordsmanship is very gorgeous. The light and shadow of the battle outside the sword and spine layer flicker, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the murderous intention is hidden.
Lu Pingtian struck out from the void, but was resolved by Chuyan's ingenious sword strike.
Lu Pingtian was slightly surprised and looked proud.
"It seems that I underestimated Junior Nephew Jiang."
Chuyan moved her sword and jumped behind Lu Pingtian.
"Senior just overestimated himself."
After dozens of tricks, Lu Pingtian has figured out Chu Yan's swordsmanship, which is precise and meticulous.
But if you look closely, no matter how she hides, no matter how thick her spiritual energy or spiritual pressure is, she is far inferior to him.
Fighting swordsmanship with it is meaningless, it is completely to give her a chance to breathe, and it also wastes her time and spiritual power.
It is better to kill with one blow, and make miracles vigorously!
He continued to fight with sword moves, and at this point, he had already given Jiang Chuyan the face of a younger generation.
His target was Xiao Ran, how could he waste his physical strength on a weak woman
Lu Pingtian jumped back ten feet and sheathed his sword.
In an instant, the spiritual pressure was full, and the rainbow light enveloped the whole body.
The weather is plentiful, the spiritual pressure is washed away, and the surging is endless.
This is the pattern of the first person under Nascent Soul!
Lu Pingtian smiled proudly and said:
"My nephew's swordsmanship is indeed very delicate, but it is not very beneficial for combat. Why not go home and weave and farm the fields, be a husband and teach children, and be a pastoral fairy, isn't it beautiful?"
insulting women
Chu Yan suddenly felt that the whole mountain was shaking, as cold as frost covering the world.
The pure and pleasant little face was instantly cold, and the whole person seemed to enter another realm.
Lu Pingtian is feeling weird—
Chu Yan's figure flashed and disappeared.
The sudden surge of spiritual pressure shot straight into the sky, and instantly climbed to Nascent Soul, spreading rapidly.
Speed, strength, punch, ten times soaring!
Yuan Ying!
Are you mad at Sheng Yuan Ying
Is this a woman's talent
Lu Pingtian didn't have time to think, his eyes were stagnant, and a small fist slammed on his face.
Careless!
The handsome and beautiful face was instantly distorted and deformed.
He could only forcefully stabilize his neck, lest his head be smashed off and lose face.
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The body flew out and slammed on the broken sword in the thorn layer, the ribs were pierced, and the person was almost out of shape.
puff-
A mouthful of blood spurted out into the sky, and Lu Pingtian took another breath and was almost punched out.
The sound of hunting wind on the mountainside, and the sound of swords.
Silent...
Xiao Ran took a deep breath, thinking of the scenes of bullying Chu Yan before, and shivered with fright.
The pastoral female fist is so terrifying!
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