Zhuo Yingkang's eyes were filled with jealousy. From his birth to now, he can be said to have been in a state of starry sky.

No matter how you are, a person with a sense of respect, envy, and even a kind of pleasing to him.

He felt that he should be superior since childhood, he should stand out from the crowd since childhood, and he should be better than ordinary people since childhood.

Unfortunately, when he came to the Burial Sword Palace, he suffered a significant blow. Zheng Ming's slap made him lose all his face.

As for the person in front of him, although he did not attack him, his attitude made him even more jealous. Why isn’t the person who should be admired by everyone on the Qilin?

Why did the damn Qilin not accept himself? Why did his appearance be carried by more than a dozen giant apes, and the others came from the sky like gods.

His jealousy was like a tide, making it difficult for him to do so!

The Supreme Elder looked at Zhuo Yingkang who was clenching his fists tightly and shook his head. She had lived for so many years, so naturally she would not even know about jealousy. Appropriate jealousy can enhance the competitiveness of the young man, but once the jealousy is too strong, it will not be beneficial to a person's growth.

Even if you experience a storm, you can make this genius who has been smooth sailing unable to recover.

Although she was so dissatisfied, she had no choice. So she whispered to Zhuo Yingkang: "This legend of Fire Niu Lin inherited a trace of blood from the divine beast Qilin. Although she did not have the great magical power of Qilin, she was also a first-class ferocious beast."

"Even a first-class master, it will be extremely difficult to subdue this ferocious beast."

From the aura of Huo Niu Lin, although Zhuo Yingkang felt the power of Huo Niu Lin, he did not expect that Huo Niu Lin was actually a first-class ferocious beast.

Being able to subdue a first-grade beast would mean having a first-grade master's personal protective equipment, and the benefits are too great.

"But you don't have to worry too much. You are the body of Daluo. In addition, we have the sword-inducing beads inherited from the ancestors of the Burial Sword Palace, we will definitely be able to take out the Divine Sword Hongyan."

The sword-spiriting bead suddenly became hot in Zhuo Yingkang's eyes. He was naturally familiar with this sword-spiriting bead.

I don't know what this object is made of, but it is a sword treasure from the Burial Sword Palace. It not only increases the chance of collecting famous swords, but also can deal with attacks from opponents who use long swords as weapons.

Originally, this sword-inducing bead should have been delivered to Zheng Ming, the No. 1 seed. Now Zheng Mingwu’s sword cannot come, so the sword-inducing bead is finally going to fall into his hands.

"My younger brother, Ying Shaodian of Chiyan Mountain, pay homage to Senior Zhu!" With a gentle voice, the young man riding on the Fire Niu Lin gently bowed to the Supreme Elder.

At this moment, dozens of figures rushed out from behind the Huoyun. The people were dressed red and stood on both sides of the Huo Niu Lin.

The Supreme Elder glanced at the young man who was on the high-ranking Huo Niu Lin and then set his eyes on those who appeared 6 times.

She raised her eyebrows gently and said, "Zhen Xuanzi, why haven't the old ghost Chiyan arrived?"

The one who is called Zhen Xuanzi by the Supreme Elder is a middle-aged man who looks over forty years, has a square tiger's eyes and a square nose, and is as powerful as a rainbow.

Although this person stood behind Huo Niu Lin, Gu Pan Shenfei gave people a feeling of being a hero. He gently clasped his fists at the Supreme Elder and said, "Master, he said that he would not come if he was just taking things out of his pocket."

As the Supreme Elder of the Burial Sword Palace, the Supreme Elder naturally has his own pride and demeanor. But now, a sharp light flashed in her eyes.

"The old ghost Chiyan really exclaims so much, I think he's afraid."

It seemed as if he felt that he had lost his dignity when he spoke like this. The Supreme Elder did not continue to say it, but a cold and fierce murderous intent was like the surging river, rolling towards the people in Chiyan Mountain.

This cold murderous intent is like countless long swords wielding in the void.

Ying Shaodian, who was high on the Fire Niu Lin, seemed to feel nothing, and sat quietly on the Fire Niu Lin.

However, the murderous intent that soared into the sky was blocked after approaching the scattered fire clouds of Huo Niu Lin, and could not get close to Ying Shaodian at all.

The Zhen Xuanzi with a square nose stood calmly, as if he had no such rolling pressure at all.

As for the other people from Chiyan Mountain, they hid quickly behind Huo Niu Lin, leisurely, with a hint of sarcasm.

As soon as the Supreme Elder Zhu subsided, she glanced at the Huo Niu Lin and then looked at the other people.

Then, her brows frowned slightly because she found that although those disciples from Chiyan Mountain were called elite, most of them were over thirty years old.

A warrior over thirty years old and under 40 years old is the time when his blood and energy are the strongest. It can be said that such people are the best for fighting, but they are not good for sword tombs.

The only one who collects the sword tomb is a boy under the age of sixteen.

"My master said that it is enough to have Junior Brother Shaodian!" A young man in a fiery battle suit said with a hint of pride in his eyes.

The four words that one person is enough to say are so proud and so confident.

It would be fine if it was an ordinary person, but Ying Shaodian's sitting down was the Huo Niu Lin, who could not even be subdued by first-class strong men. So when he heard this, many people's eyes changed color.

Zhuo Yingkang wanted to stand up very much and said that he was enough to compete with the young man named Ying Shaodian, but when he said something, he couldn't say it.

For a moment, there was silence around, and the momentum of the disciples of the Burial Sword Palace was directly suppressed by seven points.

When Zhuo Yingkang caught up with Yu, there were people looking at him with resentment. This was a young woman in red, and her fiery red clothes made her figure that was enough to catch fire, which looked like a flame that could burn people's hearts.

How could this woman look at herself with such a gaze? Could it be that she has a grudge against her?

But I really don’t know such a woman. Although Zhuo Yingkang’s heart really hopes to know such a woman.

Just as Zhuo Yingkang was thinking about it, a cold snorted in everyone's ears: "What a big fire bull. If it is used to drink, it can still drink a lot."

Accompanied by this sound, an old man wearing dirt-gray clothes came stepping over by forty or fifty people.

The fire bulllin, who was proudly standing in the void, had a red flame in his eyes as big as a duck egg when he heard this.

However, when its eyes fell on the speaker, a trace of concern appeared in its red eyes.

The Supreme Elder Zhu glanced at the person who came, and snorted coldly, without saying anything. Obviously, she had no good attitude towards the person who came.

The strong man Zhen Xuanzi with a square nose solemnly clasped his fists at the old man and said, "Disciple Zhen Xuan, pay homage to Master."

"Hmph, don't give me this trick. Since your master doesn't come, then I'm a man who bullies me and you believe he has nothing to say."

This sentence immediately made Zhen Xuanzi and the disciples of Chiyan Mountain pale. This is OK, how can you do this?

"Okay, let alone those useless things, the time is almost over. Let's prepare to start!" The Supreme Elder Zhu said in a deep voice.

"Meet the ancestor!" Thirteen young men flew out with the wave of the old man in the gray clothes.

Although the teenagers have different appearances, they are all majestic and imposing.

The Supreme Elder Zhu also felt a little more satisfied with these young men who rushed out. After all, each of the young men with such qualifications can become the treasure of a sect. Wuhua Valley was able to bring these young men, which shows that Wuhua Valley was not cautious in this matter.

Although I have great confidence in my heart that Wuhuagu will not stumbling on my feet, no matter how many guesses you have, it is better to see it as if you see it.

"Old Gui Zuo, I gave you fourteen sword-taking talismans, why did it get thirteen people!"

Although the words of the Supreme Elder Zhu sounded like a questioning of guilt, in fact, everyone who heard her words could feel the kindness of the Supreme Elder.

The old man, who was called Zuo Laogui, smiled awkwardly and was about to answer, and he heard someone laughing and saying, "I finally didn't come late!"

At this moment, all eyes looked at the person who was talking and saw a young man in green running from a distance.

Although the boy's face is not as handsome as the top, he has red lips and white teeth, and is gentle and elegant. The kitten lying on his shoulders adds a three-point appearance to this person.

Zheng Ming is here, why has his cat changed color?

Yun Yuerong was delighted when she saw Zheng Ming, but her next thought was not that Zheng Ming finally caught up with this sword-taking meeting, but why the kitten on Zheng Ming's shoulder changed color.

The little golden cat lying on Zheng Ming's shoulder showed a drowsy look when approaching this place, but when it saw the Fire Niu Lin, its golden little eyes were filled with greed.

It's like a dog, looking at a fragrant bone.

Unfortunately, the huge fire bulllin still held his head high, looking like he had never seen the little golden cat at all.

The moment Li Qiuran saw Zheng Ming, a hint of joy also rose in her eyes. Although the palace master of the Burial Sword Palace is no longer the time for internal fighting, she is unwilling to let her opponents take the lead.

Cen Yuezhu's eyes showed a hint of coldness.

Zheng Ming's face, the one who remembers the most, was not Yun Yuerong and others who were in the same group, but Zuo Yuncong and Zhuo Yingkang who were standing aside. (To be continued.)

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