"Your father is Lu Chen?" Lu Xing spoke again. As soon as he finished speaking, the Lu family disciples around him were stunned, as if they had heard some gossip that they shouldn't know.
"Yes!" the little one said.
"No!" Chen Yi immediately roared with a straight face.
"Why not? Our ancestors call him daddy every day?" The little one looked cute.
Chen Yi really wanted to strangle him to death. Once, he wanted to kill Lu Chen immediately. How could he admit that he was his father? Otherwise, how could he say that he was Lu Chen's ancestor.
When Lu Xing saw this, he stopped talking and simply stopped asking. He finally knew that the relationship between the three of them was definitely complicated enough.
I don't know how many miles away, under a cliff, there were thousands of people gathered here. Everyone gathered in one place and stared at the returning team.
"How?" the leading man asked in a low voice.
"There should be about five hundred people!" said a monk next to Lu Chen.
"Five hundred people?" Jian Kui asked with a frown.
"This is the last time that the Lu family's ancestral land is opened. I think the entire younger generation of the Lu family is here to have a last chance!" Lu Chen cupped his fists and said.
"Who are you?" Jian Kui frowned. As the organizer of this alliance, the young man in front of him was not among the invited forces.
"Senior Brother Jiankui!" A cultivator next to Lu Chen stepped forward and whispered to Jiankui for a moment. The latter frowned slightly, then relaxed it again.
Jian Kui looked at Lu Chen for a moment and nodded slowly, "Although Brother Xia Wu is from the Great Xia Dynasty, he is entrusted by his uncle, so he is naturally trustworthy!"
After speaking, Jian Kui glanced around and saw that no one had any objections, "Everyone, who is willing to lead the team in this first battle?"
For a time, there was a lot of discussion around, but no one stood up.
"If there is no one, the major forces will negotiate on their own, and they can only increase the distribution ratio of the benefits!"
Everyone around heard the words and nodded slightly, "Then, how many disciples should be sent out this time? How many disciples are sent by each party?"
"According to the previous agreement, it will be calculated based on the number of disciples sent. Of course, at least those who are at least seventh level of the Spirit King Realm will be counted. If we just make up the number of people, forget it!" Jian Kui waved his hand and said.
"Hmph, aren't all the people who came in this time just for the Heavenly Level Spiritual Art? There should be no disciples below the seventh level of the Spirit King Realm coming in, right?" A Spirit King Realm cultivator said.
"Well, Leng Bai is right. Since everyone has chosen to form an alliance, let's put away those small thoughts and destroy the Lu family's disciples first!" Jian Kui said, slapping his palm on a bluestone beside him.
The bluestone cracked and pieces of gravel rolled down, which was a serious warning.
"Okay, it's settled. It's up to you how much you want. We'll set off in a quarter of an hour!"
"good!"
"no problem!"
…
The people gathered gradually dispersed. Lu Chen leaned on the cliff and stared at Jian Kui. Among these people, Jian Kui was undoubtedly the strongest, with a two-star Spirit Emperor level.
He guessed that the Sword Emperor Sect might have brought holy soldiers into the ancestral land. "I'll find an opportunity to kill you first!" Lu Chen felt fierce in his heart.
Jian Kui seemed to feel something. He turned his head and glanced at the figure leaning on the cliff. The latter was staring in the direction of the gathering place of the Lu clan, his brows furrowed and he didn't know what he was thinking.
A quarter of an hour later, the alliance figures gathered together and stared ahead. That direction was where the disciples of the Lu family had arrived.
"Everyone, our status is insignificant in the Central Territory, but in this ancestral land, except for the special Spirit King Realm powerhouses, we are the ceiling. All the treasures in the distance should be ours, including the Heavenly Level Spirit Art. Including Taihuang Ancient Tower!" Jian Kui shouted.
"kill!"
"kill!"
…
All the cultivators roared and their faces turned red.
"Then what are you waiting for? Kill me!" The sword leader raised his sword high and waved it forward, and the figures turned into afterimages and rushed forward.
Leng Bai slowly walked to Jian Kui's side, "When will we take action?"
The sword leader smiled
, "Why are you so anxious? There are five to six hundred disciples of the Lu family that have been detected. What about the ones that have not been found?"
Hearing this, the expressions of the dozens of remaining figures around him suddenly changed, "Jian Kui, what do you mean?"
"It's not interesting?" Jian Kui still sneered, "Your sect is about to be destroyed. If you give it a try, will you put all your strength in front of others?"
"Then you still let so many disciples rush forward. How is this any different from committing suicide?" One person shouted angrily, and the figure rushed out, trying to catch up to stop the cultivators who left only their backs.
"If they don't come, how can we do it?" Jian Kui shouted, "Don't forget, there is only one heaven-level spiritual art!"
The figure who had just rushed out stopped, his face changed, and finally he sighed, "I hope I can live longer!"
In the mountains in the distance, figures were sitting or standing. After a while, a figure ran over, "Boss, those guys from the Sword Emperor Sect couldn't help but have already taken action!"
"Yeah!" The man sitting cross-legged on the bluestone just responded and then fell silent.
A moment passed, and someone around him couldn't help it anymore, "Zhan Xun, we are temporarily in alliance. Should you tell us your plan? Should we just wait here?"
"Yes, Zhan Xun, if this continues,
"That's right, since we entered the ancestral land, everyone gathered together and stayed here. Maybe we will have some opportunities when we go out!"
…
There were complaints all around, and Zhan Xun, who was sitting cross-legged, frowned slightly, "What is the purpose of our coming here?"
"Of course I'm looking for heaven-level spiritual secrets, and it's best to get the Taihuang Ancient Tower!"
"That's it. Since we don't have any clues, why not follow the disciples of the Lu clan? I think no matter how many opportunities we have, we can't catch up with a heaven-level spiritual formula and the legendary ancient pagoda, right?" Zhan Xun glanced around, After saying that, he remained silent and his eyes slowly closed again.
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"This..." Everyone looked at each other, and smiles gradually appeared on their faces, "Haha, what a trick for the mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole behind it!"
"This is a very clever plan. No matter how many treasures Lu's disciples carry, they can't keep up with these two things!"
…
"Enemy attack!" A somewhat panicked roar sounded, and flares shot up into the sky.
"How is everyone?" Lu Xing glanced at the people around him.
"No problem, I can kill you!"
"I'm almost there too!"
Several people shook their heads and said, "There is still one last step left!"
Hearing this, Lu Xing's face turned gloomy. These people are the key to this trip. They are all the younger generation who can enter the Spirit King Realm. Here, maybe the Spirit King Realm can really only be cannon fodder. Even if they are Spirit King Realm cultivators, Very few can actually go back.
"It's too late, prepare for a fight!" Lu Xing's voice was low and he gave the order directly to each of his companions.
The terrain here is open, and he puts all the disciples who are good at defense at the front to defend against the first wave of impact, and then there will be a fierce melee.
"Did I ask you to take action?" The little boy got a piece of grass root from somewhere, held it in his mouth, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and showed no signs of panic like before the battle.
"Milkboy... no, Ancestor, I..." Lu Xing didn't know what to call the little one in front of him for a moment, "Be careful to protect yourself!"
"Okay, you continue to break through, and leave these guys to us brothers!" The little boy jumped up, patted Lu Xing's shoulder in an old-fashioned way, and walked step by step towards Chen and his party, who still had his eyes closed.
"I got up to pee!" The little one said while rubbing the top of Chen Yi's head, almost exhausting the surrounding Lu family disciples to death.
"I..." Chen Yi almost burst out in anger, "It's still a little bit worse!"
"You can't beat me even if you understand it, so why bother!" In front of him, the little boy jumped up and down, like a little kid, but what he said was so deserving of a beating.
"Brother Lu Xing, just let them two go up and hold it up?" A disciple of the Lu family looked worried.
"I'm in a hurry!" Before Lu Xing could say anything, Chen Yi turned his head and looked at everyone. It was just a glance, but it made their hearts ache.
Terrified, many disciples couldn't help but take a step back.
In those eyes, there is only an endless sea of blood!
"How many people did he kill?" Some disciples' voices trembled. They had lived under the protection of the Lu clan since childhood. Among their peers in the outside world, they had countless haloes and were considered geniuses in the eyes of outsiders. Because of this, they Many people have never experienced the baptism of blood.
"Hurry up!" Lu Xing gritted his teeth, turned around and scolded the disciples behind him who were still staring at Lu Xing's back.
"A few of us will stay here. If anything goes wrong, we'll rush in immediately!" Lu Xing said to his companions.
They were all in the Spirit Emperor realm, so it was not very difficult to rescue the two of them. Because of this, he felt free to let Lu Xing and the others go.
"kill!"
"Kill!"
"Little thief Lu, take your life!"
…
Roars sounded in the distance, and figures were like sharp arrows rushing toward the gathering place of the Lu clan disciples. They were so fast that they were several feet away in the blink of an eye.
"Who killed more?" The little boy put his hands in his pockets, glanced at the figure standing next to him, and frowned slightly. He didn't like the strong smell of blood on Chen Yi at this moment.
"Whoever loses will be the grandson!" Chenyi was very direct, leaving a trail of blood on the spot.
"Another grandson! Hee hee!" The little one smiled. When Chen Qian heard this, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
He really couldn't imagine how the killing speed of the little one behind him could compare with his own. Everything he practiced was related to killing. He was a killing machine when he was born. It would not be an exaggeration to describe it as "born for killing". All methods were used to kill people. .
The first impression of the little one behind him is that he is cute. If it wasn't so dark and scary, he would definitely be a pet that everyone would love. Such a toy allows him to compete with himself in killing speed, which makes him laugh!
Unexpectedly, just a few breaths later, Chen Yi's expression changed and became dull. After a moment, he muttered to himself, "That's sloppy!"
Behind Chen Yi, Xiao Dodian was very calm. His small black hands reached for the soaring hairpin above his head. A very delicate little sword was used as a hairpin inserted into the soaring hair. At this moment, Xiao Dodian was grabbing the delicate little sword. In the palm of his hand, he smiled at Chen Yi, "Go!"
