Zhang Xiaotian leaped like lightning, as clever as a rabbit, with a whip leg running across the air, with an aura like a rainbow, gathered in one place, like dragons and snakes, the air overwhelmed and exploded, drawing air currents into the sky.
The eyes of the handsome young man suddenly appeared, and he bowed slightly, as if the spirit ape was extremely violent. Suddenly, on the rigid body, a huge force burst out, and the wind was violent, followed by a violent kick. At first glance, the shadows of the legs are broken, and the shadows of the legs are layered on top of each other, which contains a tremendous amount of power. Looking closely at its traces, if a scorpion wags its tail, it is very vicious and tricky.
"Peng!" The two clashed brazenly, and the sound of the clash rang through the world, and the two radiant brilliance did not give way to each other.
There was a fierce light flashing in the eyes of both of them, both of them were raging regardless of the counter-shock, ignoring the battle of leg strength.
The two met in unison. They swiftly reached out their palms, and fought fiercely. A loud noise burst into this place. The center of it was like Tianchen exploded. It was bright and infinite, and the voice was extremely dull. sky.
A huge force raged, both of them were shaken back dozens of steps. The soles of the feet touched the ground, leaving a deep mark, and slammed on the ground before standing upright, leaving a foot hole. With such supernatural power, many monks were shocked and stared. Both of them didn't look at them, just stared at each other.
"What's your name?" the handsome boy said. He began to take the other side seriously, and his murderous aura became more serious.
These expatriate elite disciples are really powerful, Zhang Xiaotian feels the pressure, but the momentum is even greater. Zhang Xiaotian thought for a while, and said "Xiaotian!"
"When you are killed by me, remember that my name is Mingye." The handsome young man, unfathomable and unpredictable, said coldly, his intent to kill in his heart was determined, and when he had a chance, he would definitely kill Zhang Xiaotian.
Zhang Xiaotian smiled, with contempt and disdain, he didn't have any burden in his heart. He turned around and retreated. The other thirteen people naturally followed closely. Hao Haizong must unite with him, whether he has hatred or not. This is the foundation of the external development of the sect and the highest sect of the Haohai Sect. No one dares to defy, including the suzerain.
Ming Ye's face became dark, and then he remembered that he hadn't asked Zhang Xiaotian and others about their sects.
"Which school are you from?" Ming Ye asked loudly, even if he couldn't hear him, he still had to try.
"I am a barbarian sect in your eyes." Zhang Xiaotian's faint words came, and he was not afraid of the other party's discovery. After all, the other party wanted to investigate and would know it soon. It is better to tell it by yourself.
Hearing that, Ming Ye's face immediately became gloomy. Which answer is this, is it playing us? After all, how could the barbarian faction have such a powerful disciple.
"I remember, he is the Haohai Sect, or a disciple of the Foundry Sect." Someone next to him remembered that Zhang Xiaotian had said this before, and the object of their previous insults was them.
The people of the Casting Sect should have the unique temperament of various utensils. Although Zhang Xiaotian and his party were quite extraordinary before, they were almost similar in temperament.
"It seems that you are the disciples of Hao Haizong." Ming Ye's eyes were very cold, his killing intent was undiminished, and it was better than before, letting the space filled with murderous aura.
At the same time, I was surprised that the strength of Hao Haizong's disciples was so strong. It seemed that he had been reckless before, but Ming Ye didn't think he was wrong, just impulsive. Next time, he had to make a seamless plan.
"How is it?" Biqing's fresh voice was extremely pure.
Although the black veil masked the face and blocked the amazing appearance, it was even more eye-catching, because everyone had to hear its voice and guess its face, which made the heart itch. And because the people of the Hehuan Sect are very picky, they are not so calm and can guess one or two.
"Humph!" Ming Ye said with a cold face, apparently failing today.
"Maybe that Xiaotian just now was the weakest among a dozen people, and you just tied it, hey! It's so pitiful, and he said he was a barbarian, what about you?" Biqing ridiculed, despite the authenticity of the words. Not high, Zhang Xiaotian is naturally not the weakest disciple.
But reality tells them that Zhang Xiaotian is the youngest, the cultivation base is the lowest, and it is not impossible to sum up the lowest combat power, then Mingye's strength is not the bottom of the Haohaizong elite disciples.
"I take back what I just said!" Ming Ye said, feeling his face slightly hot. Isn't this slap in the face? But Mingye doesn't matter. Hearing that, the brother next to him is very quiet, after all, this master, but a madman who talks about one thing, will actually be able to work around.
But that Hao Haizong's disciple was indeed powerful.
"I'm here today. When we arrive at the tomb of Lord Wu, we will fight again!" After Biqing finished speaking, she stood up and walked away with the three of them, leaving four, long-lasting ones. Beautiful shadows.
There are a lot of powers in the dark, and the people of the Hehuan Sect naturally know that they both choose to retreat in the same way, and no one wants to let people sit back and reap the benefits.
"Hao Haizong? But a savage!" Ming Ye's face was uncertain, and finally whispered, secretly swearing that Zhang Xiaotian and others would be severely stepped under his feet, and finally the corpse was broken into pieces.
Because if there were no Zhang Xiaotian and others, before many forces rushed to find out, maybe he would have successfully embraced the beauty.
Ming Ye hated Zhang Xiaotian and the others, crazily trying to cleanse today's defeat. This is a stain and shame. Ming Ye cannot tolerate it and must kill Zhang Xiaotian and others.
The news of the Haohaizong disciple's experience naturally spread, and some people secretly contributed to it, with the power of Yu Chuan and Yu Lie.
"Among the disciples of Haohaizong who went out to practice this time, the weakest one actually tied with the strongest one of Hehuanzong. How could this be possible? Talk nonsense!"
"Hey, it is rumored that before this, the people of the Hehuan Sect pretended to remove the Sword Sect, and that the world is invincible. It is also said that Haohai Sect is a barbarian sect who is a sect. Big."
People who don't know are curious and keep asking.
"It is rumored that the Hehuan Sect insisted on getting people into trouble, and they also said that they are helping others. Now it seems that their gangsters are not even worthy of giving them shoes."
In the face of these rumors, the Hehuan Sect released ruthless words, actually still clamoring that the Haohai Sect is a sect of barbarians. It is not worthy to be compared with our Hehuan Sect. If anyone dares to cause trouble, it will all be suppressed.
For a while, the turmoil subsided, but secretly it worsened. Many monks in Mitian City are also looking forward to their battle. Who is better, who is the real genius, who will become a supporting role, and many monks will wait and see...
In Mitian City at night, the faint white mist dissipated between the heaven and the earth, with a sense of desolation, and the entire city was always shrouded in a mysterious veil.
Even so, the flow of people at night has not diminished at all, it has even become more lively. After all, the monks who are exploring outside, come back at this time...
What's more, there is also the auction house that made Zou Zhiruoyu start the auction, which caused a sensation every time, and even many outsiders turned to the auction house to come here.
Zhang Xiaotian and others searched for a long time before they found a place to live. He also let go of his heart and began to practice, planning...