In a canyon that is only hundreds of miles away from Chu Fan, more than a dozen people stand opposite each other. From a distance, it looks like a horn that is closed into a fan. In the center of more than a dozen people, there is a snow-white sky wolf, with snow-white and shiny fur as if flowing water, the moonlight is shrouded and silver light flows. Recommended: The new work of the master of Ink-Fragrant Pisces "The Age of Destruction" http://www./2_2839/

As one of the ancient divine beasts, the bloodline of Tianlang is not even half apart from the Fire Cloud Qilin, or even the Canglong and Qingluan clans. However, the little Tianlang is obviously far from adulthood. Surrounded by more than a dozen four-sizes and five-element illusion catastrophes, a hint of pity and despair in his eyes reveals a hint of pity and horror.

More than a dozen monks had a hint of greed in their eyes. The first person was a handsome man in a purple long gown. From his back, he could be called a handsome man. He gently stroked the golden silk spiritual pattern of the palm of his hand with his five fingers. The long sword was narrow and long, with a somewhat delicate and delicate posture. The blade was like flowing water, and the golden spiritual patterns emitted a mysterious aura of Taoism.

"Everyone, this Tianlang is the first to discover in my Cheng Xinhu. I have been chasing here. I hope that all fellow Taoists can become beautiful. Cheng must keep it in mind."

The man in purple long robe glanced at the dozen monks around him from the corner of his eyes, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice.

Before the man named Cheng Xinhu finished speaking, a gray-shirt monk next to him laughed, "Cheng Xinhu, you are not afraid of saying this. I seemed to have seen someone come and killed a green-robed monk. Well, if I read it correctly, it seems to be from Yongxian Pavilion. Hey, Jiang Feng, your people from Yongxian Pavilion were killed like this. You are so determined that you don't even breathe."

The purple-shirt monk's face changed and he snorted coldly: "Qiui, don't talk nonsense. Everyone can see clearly. That guy is simply a monk in the Mingyuan Realm."

The dark man named Qiu Wei smiled, and his old-fashioned face actually raised a sarcasm. He raised the colorful blade in his hand and sneered: "Oh, it turns out that he is a monk from the Mingyuan Realm. I'm wrong, so I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Brother Cheng, didn't you say that you discovered Tianlang first? Could it be that I heard about it again? Or do you think we are all blind and you are fooling people?"

"you……"

Cheng Xinhu looked gloomy and a murderous intent flashed across his body. The water-patterned narrow knife brought out a stream of murderous intent like water waves slowly rippling, as if about to burst out.

The waves stirred for a while, and finally they slowly suppressed them. The handsome man named Cheng Xinhu was still murderous.

If it were an ordinary monk, Cheng Xinhu would have cut it with one sword, but the dark man with short figure in front of him had a potential fear in his heart. It was not that he did not dare to offend him, but that he was unwilling to offend him from the bottom of his heart. As a core disciple of the Heavenly God Palace, he knew the origin of the rough man in front of him.

The five short man named Qiu Wei in front of him was. Although his cultivation level had just entered the Five Elements Illusion Tribulation Fairyland, his qualifications and strength were not inferior to any genius disciple of the Ninth-grade Immortal Sect. In the Zhongtian Continent, he was even called Zhongtian Three Demons and Five Colored Sword Saint.

Not only that, this guy called the Five-Colored Sword Saint has a five-element escape magic power that can ignore the binding power of the original world of the Six-Rare Illusion Tribulation. To put it simply, this guy is not only strong in cultivation, but also like a slippery loach. Once he offends the other party, he will inevitably be a heart disease.

It was once rumored that this was a rude man named Qiu Hui, but he was born in an ordinary mercenary team. Like most mercenary organizations, he mostly helped major sects solve some shameful blood-stained life. Later, it seemed that one time, he invited a sect to kill an inconspicuous family. It was fine, but for some reason, he was chased and retaliated by a ninth-grade immortal sect. The entire mercenary gang was killed and injured under the butcher knife of the ninth-grade immortal sect, but only one escaped, and that was this guy named Qiu Hui.

After that, the Nine-grade Immortal Sect, whether it is a core disciple or an ordinary disciple, dared to go out for a mission, could be said to be dead, wounded, or the elders of the sect came forward, not only canceled the pursuit of this person, but also apologized in person. This was considered to be a turning sword into jade. As for the sect that cheated the mercenary organization into the fire pit, the entire sect was destroyed by Qiu Wei afterwards. It is said that there were monks I saw with my own eyes. This guy cut down with just a colorful blade, and even a boy or a woman was not let go. Several elders and others were almost plucked to refine their souls.

At this point, the stubborn man known as the Five-Colored Sword Saint made a big splash and also won the title of one of the three demons in the sky.

For hundreds of years, this guy who has been called the Five-Colored Sword Saint and was born in a mercenary gang, but he didn't know any morality and shame. He never colluded with any monks of any sect. If he was happy, he would go all out to the world with a knife. If he was unhappy, he would do nothing but a god, ghost, immortal and Buddha. He would cut off all the things with one knife. Of course, he would rob a woman to do a ragged bastard and cauldron. This guy did a lot of things.

In short, he is just a ruthless and cunning guy. Whoever gets into trouble will be unlucky.

Seeing Qiu Hui's eyes full of sarcasm, Cheng Xinhu forced himself to hold back his anger and his face was gloomy, "Since that's the case, then we will act on our own. Whoever can make this Tianlang recognize his master will belong to him."

"Hahaha, Brother Cheng's words are right. The spiritual treasure of heaven and earth is obtained by those who can do it. If you have the ability, even if I am the Qiu Hui doesn't want to, I have nothing to say. Otherwise, I will give you face. Could it be that all the fellow Taoists here will give you face?" Kou Guang laughed, and the colorful blade sword of his palm was restrained, slapped it on the palm of his palm, and smiled with a squint.

Another white-robed monk beside Qiu Wei saw that the two of them had not started fighting, and a hint of disappointment arose in his eyes, and said with great enthusiasm: "Although the Tianlang clan is an ancient divine beast, he is very lonely and generally he would rather die than be aware of humans."

Cheng Xinhu was already in a bad mood. He listened to the words of the white-robed monk and snorted coldly: "If you cannot be recognized, it proves that you have no chance. If you have no confidence in yourself, stand there and no one will laugh at you for embarrassingly."

The white-robed monk obviously didn't care about Cheng Xinhu's sarcasm, or the skill of nourishing qi, mind and nature is much better than most monks. He laughed it off, "I'm just telling the truth. Why do Brother Cheng have to see me in such details?"

The white-robed monk pondered for a moment, as if he had suddenly remembered something, looked at the dozens of people who were horned in the canyon, and smiled and said, "It really happened that, there are more wolves and fewer meats. Hey, there is only a heavenly wolf beast here, and we are not willing to give up. Although we agreed to let this little beast recognize its master by virtue of our ability, there must be a order, right? Friends, what do you think..."

Cheng Xinhu had a gloomy face, and a slightly dark-skinned monk walked out first. Without waiting for everyone to speak, he waved his hand and said, "You are all cross-river dragons, Du, a small local snake, who is already living in the cracks, so I won't argue with you. But I agree that after you all try, if you don't succeed, your good luck will fall on Du in the end, and you are not allowed to regret it."

The white-robed monk smiled and said, "That's right, Brother Du is generous. Who dares to turn against me in the end? Dong Ming is the first to disagree."

Cheng Xinhu snorted coldly, "Only Brother Du gives in, let's compete. Who will be the first and who will be the last one, it's clear at a glance."

The monk in white robe who claimed to be Dong Ming was hesitant, as if he was thinking about others, waved his hand, "It would be a big deal to hurt the harmony..."

But before he could finish speaking, Cheng Xinhu sneered, "Can Fellow Daoist Dong have a better way?"

Dong Ming's face looked a little embarrassed, "Dong is ashamed. Since that's the case, I'll come to you like Brother Du. You guys first, let's discuss the order."

Du Hui frowned slightly without knowing his eyebrows and said to Dong Ming with a smile: "Brother Dong's cultivation is above me, so naturally it's better to be ahead of me."

Dong Ming smiled knowingly, looked at Tianlang curled up under the canyon stone plaza, and retreated dozens of feet away, "Dong is already suspected of occupying the magpie's nest, so naturally Brother Du is right in front of him."

While speaking, Dong Ming had retreated to the edge of the valley, with his lips slightly raised, revealing a hint of sneer. With the soft light of the valley, he looked into the valley. The scenery was so beautiful.

Du Hui followed closely and retreated back to the edge of the valley, wrapped his hands and looked into the valley with his eyes. Dong Ming suddenly smiled: "I didn't see that, Brother Du looked rough, but his mind was a little more delicate than the little girls in the boudoir. No wonder he could stand out from millions of Nether Yuan cultivators."

How could Du Hui not understand Dong Ming's plan? He smiled and said in a faint smile: "I am just as good as the little girls in the boudoir. Brother Dong is no worse than the woman in Huaichun. These guys are all called core disciples of the Ninth-grade Immortal Sect. They are not as good as me, a vulgar man who has never seen the world, and a monster, who can be brainless and go to the end and beat him up and bloody."

Dong Ming's expression was obscure, "No, it's such a lively and spectacular scene."

Du Hui smiled slightly: "Three or seven are divided into three parts, and the three who get the Tianlang?"

Dong Ming turned his head and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Dong Ming looked at the deep valley, the space where the immortal Yuan was already churning like an angry sea, and suddenly frowned, "I heard that the monk named Chu Fan has also come in, and it has made a lot of noise."

Du Hui looked admiring, "I met in Muxiu Fairy City, and it was indeed awesome. Unfortunately, Du didn't have that kind of courage and had to live in vain over the years. Brother Dong, I advise you Zihong Sword Court not to deliberately provoke Senior Brother Chu. To put it bluntly, I am really afraid that you can't afford to offend. I believe Senior Brother Chu is too lazy to care about the small things in the past, after all, they are all small things that have nothing to do with."

Dong Ming narrowed his deep eyes that looked like an ancient well, and his murderous intent gathered around him, "It's okay, my Zihong Sword Court is not as despicable as the Xiaoyao Sword Sect. Everyone is really good at swords and guns. As long as they don't be the villain behind the ground, I believe that they will not be too much. The heavenly secrets and the spiritual treasures of heaven and earth are known to those who are capable."

Du Hui smiled playfully and said, "It's really a sword and a gun? This is not like what you, Dong Ming, said. If the guys in the valley hear it, you will not be angry to death."

Dong Ming laughed: "What kind of people should be treated with, naturally, what kind of methods should be used."

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Deep in the valley, there were already radiances of light, and dozens of magic weapons were like drunken men, rolling together fiercely. In just a dozen breaths, the first person had a bloody flower exploded.

The Tianlang clan is one of the ancient divine beasts. Not to mention that their bloodlines and bones are supreme treasures, if they can get the Tianlang to recognize their master, they will have the most top animal pet in all worlds. You should know that even the Mo Yu Senior in Yunting Fairyland is just from the ancient divine beast Mo Yu Qilin clan. In just tens of thousands of years, they have grown into a supreme existence that is not weaker than the three thousand saints.

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Chu Fan was sighing. The woman named Guang Xiaoman was really kicked in the head by a donkey. The cultivation resources she left for the woman was not a problem to let her practice peacefully to the Seven-Star Illusion Tribulation Fairyland. But her head was squeezed by the door and escaped from the mouth of Qiu Yun's beast. Then she didn't know how to hang out with a few cultivators from the Heavenly God Mansion. Could it be that she really thought she was so good?

Although in his previous life, Chu Fan heard a child from a noble family who abandoned his pen and joined the army talk about what kind of man's heart is so much as two pounds of flesh on his chest, but no matter how charming you are, once the people from the God Palace know that Qiu Yun's little turtle is dead, how can the woman be around the little turtle be better?

Chu Fan grinned, stood with his hands behind his back, and the breeze blew his face, and his mood calmed down: "Even if a miserable woman has a life and death, her wealth and honor are in heaven, even this young master is still just an ordinary person, and she is still 108,000 miles away from the way of heaven. What is the point of doing so many idiots?"

Chu Fan was stunned suddenly, turned his head to look west, and couldn't help blurting out and said, "I'm so good, what a big scene!"

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