Maybe Yuan Anchu didn't like Master Bai's "sympathy", but he knew very well in his heart that he had awakened the so-called purple micro-polar star and absorbed the nameless dragon energy, which would sooner or later make him as strong as Yuan Anchu. !
"And I'll be stronger!"
Bai Zhizheng tried hard to suppress his pride and ambition, and said firmly in his heart.
But compared with Mr. Bai's surging self-confidence, Old Yuan's face was not so good-looking.
"My artistic conception is of 'grandeur' and 'worship'. No matter how high this person's cultivation is, his mood will not be completely unaffected!"
Yuan Anchu had no delusions about defeating the opponent with just one move of the Golden Que Three Dragon Sword. His move was actually just to shake the opponent's Taoist heart with his own artistic conception, thereby creating an opportunity to take advantage of it.
Unexpectedly, after the Jinque Three Dragon Swords swallowed up the opponent's golden light, not only did they not make any progress, but in Lao Yuan's consciousness, the opponent's breath did not even show any signs of disorder!
Just when he was confused, Tianlong's calm words made Yuan Anchu reveal a look of horror that was not consistent with his cultivation and age in front of the public!
"It's as vast as heaven and earth, and it can't bear my worship, let alone a mere ant like you!"
"No, that's impossible!"
As Tianlong's arrogant words came out, there were a group of high-level monks below who had the same expression as Old Yuan. All of them had eyes as big as buckets and their chins could touch the ground.
"Also, I really hate you ants who use the word dragon!"
I saw that although Yuan Anchu's three swords combined into one were powerful, it was already difficult to make any further progress when Tianlong opened his mouth!
So that everyone could see with the naked eye that as soon as Tianlong finished speaking, the huge beam of light formed by the Golden Que Three Dragon Swords was sliced through by the narrow golden light before, and then shot towards Yuan Anchu with unfailing force!
By this time, Old Yuan was so regretful that his intestines were turning green.
If he had known that he would encounter such a perverted guy, Su Wuzhe would have beaten him to death and would not have come to the Laoshizi Thirty-three Realms.
But at this moment, Tianlong's brows suddenly wrinkled, and his right eye, which had returned to gold, was once again densely covered with gray and red lines.
The golden light suddenly shifted, and Yuan An, whose heart was pounding, saw an opportunity to dodge for the first time, and only narrowly missed being pierced through his left arm, thus happily avoiding a murderous attack.
"His soul is not yet stable, and he has not yet succeeded in seizing his body. Let's all come together!"
The successive defeats made Yuan Anchu's vigilance against Tianlong rise to an extremely high level, so he put away his three swords and shouted hurriedly.
However, he had forgotten that his own cultivation level was the best in the field. Even he could not defeat the opponent. How could the other Guiling Realm monks dare to do it?
Only the goddess Qiu Shui, who had always been disliked by him, flew towards him after handing Yao Mengxun to the old monk Jing Citian.
At this time, I don’t know who shouted:
"The Qilin fang is in his hand!"
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of all the new monks instantly burst out with countless greedy lights!
Even some masters who were ready to make a move actually left the juniors on the field behind and flew into the sky, preparing to take advantage of the chaos.
After all, the remaining young monks here are basically Yuezhou natives, and almost all come from second- and third-rate sects. Even if they are their own proud disciples, compared with Qilinya, how much is the life and death of a junior worth? ?
But only these juniors, who had gone through bloody battles and were exhausted both physically and mentally, knew that it was that damn Yazhuang who was talking nonsense, who killed nearly 90% of their compatriots!
As a result, the big bosses who originally planned to just sit back and watch suddenly started gearing up and jumped into the air one after another. The meaning conveyed in their gazes was nothing more than:
"He who has the treasure will live there!"
"Let's work together to kill that blond old guy first!"
"Not bad, not bad. After that old ghost hands over the Qilin Fang, it won't be too late for us to fight again!"
Bright brilliance flew out, some holding famous swords, some releasing warm spiritual beasts, and some demonic monks even sacrificed monsters like the Qianqi Mu Blood Toad, all colorful and mottled.
The seniors were all eager to try, but the juniors were silent and watching with cold eyes. The scene was extremely weird.
At this time, after Lao Yuan tried several times to use spiritual power to make the wound between his arms heal without success, he could only use his spiritual consciousness to transmit a message to Qiu Shui:
"Use Yun Tianjing!"
In fact, without waiting for his orders, the goddess Qiu Shui, who was dressed in plain clothes, had already decisively held the Yun Tian Mirror and shined towards Tianlong.
I saw bright and colorful streams of light hitting Tianlong in an instant. Although it seemed to have no lethality, a golden dragon shadow slowly appeared on the washable mirror surface!
"How could it be a dragon?"
Fairy Qiu Shui said in great surprise.
Her original intention was to use the ability of "there is no illusion in the Yun Tian Mirror" to get a glimpse of the origin of his soul. She did not seek to take it out of the body, but only hoped to prevent him from seizing the flying star and creating flaws.
Unexpectedly, a swimming dragon figure appeared in Yun Tianjing for no reason. This was simply impossible!
"The real dragon is born!"
Yuan Anchu suddenly remembered something and also exclaimed.
As the representative of Qingxu Tian in Tianwei City, he knows more about certain secrets than the Autumn Water Fairy.
The golden-grey eyes stared back, Fairy Qiushui only felt the remaining spirituality in the sky mirror, and instantly showed unprecedented and strong hostility!
But before she could take any measures, the precious mirror she had held for many years was shaken out of her palm by the other party's look!
Even with Yun Tianjing's release, the strange power from the other party came out of thin air through the treasure mirror, shocking her internal organs and vomiting blood. Tianlong's faint words came to Fairy Qiu Shui's ears at the right moment:
"It turns out to be a 'real' mirror. How could that girl break my seal on her own?"
Sooner or later, although the goddess Qiu Shui was knocked back by Tianlong's move, everyone present was all great monks above the wind control realm. The intertwining of greed and self-confidence would probably overwhelm reason.
Everyone, including Yuan Anchu, immediately started an earth-shattering battle with Tianlong!
As the saying goes, everyone goes back to his own home and finds his own mother. Of course, there are many people who are not confident enough and are not willing to take this trip back to the water, so they stay with the remaining juniors in their respective sects.
Among them was Han Xingmiao, who was so angry that he almost killed Yao Pofeng on the spot.
There were also Shang Liangyou and Shi Ze from Zixiao Sect and Liuyun Sect. Zhengnei surrounded the monks in Zhizheng Hall with arrogant expressions on their faces, looking curiously and enviously at the most powerful and outstanding talent in this little secret realm, Bai Zhizheng. .
The solicitation in his eyes was obvious.
Of course, some are happy and some are sad, and the worst one should be the Juexian Sect.
The guardian monk who entered the Thirty-Third Realm of the Juexian Sect was originally a handsome male cultivator who looked to be in his early forties, and his realm should be around the early stage of the Soul Returning Realm.
After learning that Jiang Liu'er was missing and all his disciples were dead, only Xiao Luoyi and an undistinguished junior from the Hundred Meridians Realm around her were left alive until now.
After hearing that Witch Xiao told her the whole story and the series of events that had happened recently, he was on the verge of tears and became ten years older in an instant.
In the small secret realm, life and death are determined by fate, and no one can blame Qian Wu, not to mention that the demon clan has also suffered heavy casualties, which is no better than their Juexianmen.
Fortunately, although Jiang Liu'er was nowhere to be found, he at least still had a chance to survive, and Xiao Luoyi was also intact. He finally took a long breath.
After giving a few pleasant instructions to the two of them, the leader of the Soul Returning Realm clasped his fists and bowed to the other monk next to him who only had the Wind Control Realm. Then he followed Yuan Anchu's order to besiege Tianlong.
After taking the mad krypton pill, Qingyun's injuries were healing at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye.
Although he didn't know why the powerful master of Guiling Realm wanted to clasp his fist at the monk of Yufeng Realm, he also knew that no matter who these two people were, he couldn't mess with them, and by coincidence, he was accepted by them as his disciple. He had to pretend to heal his wounds in an attempt to get through.
However, Xiao Luoyi stared at the monk in the bamboo hat with a strange expression and said nothing.
"Xiao Luoyi, why does he have Ah Xin's black sword?"
Although the monk in the bamboo hat is dressed in men's clothing, his figure is also curvy.
And her voice is clear and sweet, like that of a fisherman who is good at singing, and like the orchids in the empty valley. It is full of excitement and tranquility. Once you hear it, you can tell that she is not an ordinary woman.
Qingyun's heart skipped a beat when he said this, but Witch Xiao still had a cold look that put people away from thousands of miles away. Even when she treated her fellow sect seniors, she did not pretend to be polite. She could not be more simple and said in a cold voice:
"Sent."
However, the powerful wind-controlling monk didn't pay any attention to her perfunctory treatment. From behind the tulle hanging from the bamboo hat, Qingyun also secretly saw a face that was no less beautiful than his eldest sister.
"What is your relationship with this junior?"
"Why do you ask?"
Although his tone was still cold, Xiao Luoyi finally used the honorific, which showed that the other party must have a great background.
"Oh, it's okay, I'm just asking. I think it's rare for you to care about a junior."
I don't know if it was her own misunderstanding, but Qingyun seemed to hear the monk in the hat chuckle, and she changed the topic and stopped entangled with Zang Feng, and said:
"Tell me, I think you must know where A Xin is hiding."
"Senior brother should be hiding in Zhizhengtang, the force behind the swordsman in white in the distance."
The female cultivator in a bamboo hat let out a light sigh and said:
"Huh? What did you call him?"
"Senior brother."
"Ha! Okay."
This time she really laughed out loud, then tapped her toes and wanted to leave.
But before leaving, she seemed to have thought of something and stopped moving forward. Then she suddenly said to Qingyun:
"Okay, junior, stop pretending and open your eyes."
Qingyun didn't dare to be negligent when he heard this. He quickly opened his eyes and heard the female cultivator in a bamboo hat say something again and asked in surprise:
"Have we met somewhere?"
As soon as these words came out, not only the young master, but also Xiao Luoyi was frightened and broke into a cold sweat. Qingyun forced himself to calm down and said:
"Senior is joking, junior... junior..."
Just when he was arrogant and didn't know what to say, the other party shook his head and laughed:
"Haha, your eyes remind me of an old friend. She also has a pair of gentle eyes like yours."
After saying that, the female cultivator in the bamboo hat smiled meaningfully at Xiao Luo, then turned around and quickly rushed towards Bai Zhizheng.
