"Shameless talk!"
"Then let me fight with you." The person who spoke clearly had a baby face, but his tone was old-fashioned.
He jumped down from the cliff and slapped Ke Xiaoliang with a straight palm.
Although Ke Xiaoliang asked everyone to come together.
But the pride of the monks in Baotong World still prevents them from doing such a thing for the time being.
The visitor is very confident. He is confident that he is definitely not a waste like Lu Hong.
He couldn't even catch a single move from 'Xiao Nu'.
Of course Lu Hong is a waste!
But this person is by no means an expert.
When Ke Xiaoliang struck back with a backhand, he knew what Lu Hong was facing in that moment.
It's despair!
It is the despair of seeing the end at a glance, but the person in front of you is standing behind the end.
The scenery revealed in that palm not only exceeded the original martial arts concept by a lot, but also added another layer on top of it, reaching an unfathomable realm.
Come with confidence.
When he was knocked back and returned, he was already in a state of despair.
At this time, two more people swooped down from the cliff, and then shot at Ke Xiaoliang at the same time.
one move!
It’s still just one move!
The two were knocked away.
Then four people, eight people, dozens of people...all took action.
However, Ke Xiaoliang remains the same.
No matter how many people he faces, he is always so relaxed and indifferent.
In just one stick of incense, everyone was knocked down.
And they all had the same expression on their faces.
Do not believe? Not convinced? Not willing?
These are just appearances, the most important thing is the 'confusion' deep in the eyes that has lost its purpose.
The taboo that he has been pursuing all his life and regarded as a flower on the high mountain has become something ordinary in the hands of 'Xiao Nu'.
Who can bear such a blow?
"Is that all?"
"More than a thousand years ago... you could still make me somewhat interesting. I didn't expect that more than a thousand years later, you would be so boring."
"Have you become weaker, or am I... too strong?" Ke Xiaoliang put his hands behind his back, exuding loneliness.
Faced with such a lonely 'Xiao Nu', all the monks from the Baotong world had no words to retort.
Of course, individual people can still use the method of spiritual victory to tell themselves...the physical body belongs to others, and they are not using it smoothly, they do not have the right Qi, and they do not have suitable weapons. They are just monks and not warriors...take this as a reason. Excuses to find a reasonable exit for one's own defeat.
Lu Hong lay on the water, struggled to get up, and then looked at Xiao Nu.
Suddenly he figured it out.
"So...is this a real genius?"
"Compared to him... who am I? Compared to such a unique genius, isn't it normal for me to lose?" Just thinking about it like this, I recognized the excellence of 'Xiao Nu', and it was inexplicable. . . . He felt relieved instantly.
At the same time, he has more recognition for the world of Gaowu, and even for the many Huzhong Realms.
"It turns out that such a powerful person can be born in such a world. Or... it is the world that has restricted him. If he had not been born in such a world, he might have become a first-rate immortal and god, so what? Will you look at us and fight with us?" Lu Hong continued to think.
Sure enough, as long as you accept the setting that 'Xiao Nu' is very strong, Xiao Nu is super strong, Xiao Nu is very abnormal, and far beyond the reach of ordinary people, the subsequent ideological work will be very easy to start.
Lu Hong even felt a perverted sense of pleasure.
"So what if you are so powerful?"
"Aren't we going to be bound in this small world, doomed to be just warriors who cannot see the real eternal life? But we are different. Although we are not as good as you for the time being, we may live forever. Our end is the boundless world. We are destined not to be on the same level, even if you are far ahead of us now." Lu Hong became more and more proud as he thought about it, and even showed a weird smile for no reason.
Ke Xiaoliang naturally noticed what these Baotong World monks were thinking.
So Ke Xiaoliang sighed and said in an extremely lonely tone: "I regret killing the evil god for a thousand years and not passing away with the Longjiang for eternity."
"I don't know how you survived, but I... am very lonely alive!"
"For more than a thousand years... For more than a thousand years, I deliberately eliminated the traces of the past. I cut off the martial arts of the past. I expected that the world would have a different style. It's a pity that... people like me There is no second person."
Lu Hong cocked his head, looked at Ke Xiaoliang, and interpreted the poem that was not very smooth.
"Has he ever killed an evil god?"
"Could it be that he has been able to live for so long because he stole the power of the evil god?"
"The evil god we dare not look at across the world... can he actually kill him?"
"Well...his poems are very average, but mine is different. My poems are much better than his." Lu Hong suddenly regained his confidence.
And like Lu Hong, those who interpreted more information from the few words Ke Xiaoliang deliberately leaked exchanged glances.
As for the dissatisfaction and contempt in my heart... they were completely dissipated.
A warrior who dares to fight against the evil god... What do they have to fight with?
All we can say is that these people relaxed too early.
They don't know Ke Xiaoliang yet.
If it was Li Xingzhou, he would never relax so quickly.
At least... admit defeat, and think about yourself in your mind like a defeated dog, and spiritual victory, you have to wait until no one is around.
Watching Ke Xiaoliang go away by boat, everyone looked at the lone sail in the distance and disappeared into the blue sky. They all looked at each other and secretly made a tacit agreement that this matter should not be told outside and not let more people know about it.
Half a day later, in the world of God's Domain, the news that forty-seven monks from the High Martial World tried to block Xiao Nu as Broken-level warriors, but were easily defeated by Xiao Nu, spread throughout the world.
I don’t even know who it was, but directly extracted the scene from the memory, and described in great detail the image of many Baotong World monks looking like defeated dogs, as well as the expressions on their faces and the emotions in their eyes.
And through the divine world, it spreads towards two realities.
Just a picture!
There is even a narration.
The psychological description of these people after their defeat is intuitively and artistically depicted.
All the Baotongjie monks who participated in that battle died instantly.
They didn't even give themselves the chance to dig into the basement with their toes. After contributing a large amount of magic value, they temporarily left the gourd world.
Then he secretly hid his whereabouts limit and sold his skin.
Out of caution.
Most of the first batch of monks to obtain skins can only be regarded as middle or upper-middle class in terms of cultivation and status in the Baotong world.
This time, the transfer of a large number of skins gave those high-level monks who were still calculating how to rob them a reasonable plan.
A large number of skins were transferred to the hands of the stronger Baotong World monks.
This is also in line with Ke Xiaoliang's calculations.
