Unlimited Adventures

"A mere real person...what qualifications does it have..."

There was silence in the hall, only Xiang Yang's two words echoed there slowly, Qi Guang's face changed from red to white and then from white to red, and he roared: "Zhuzi, insult my master!"

He wanted to make a move, and Brother Jing had already rushed over, squeezing directly in front of him, and his generous chest pushed up.

"What's the trick? To be honest with my small item, you are ready to beat someone? Come, come and fight Lao Tzu here... If you can't kill, I don't think you have the ability! If you kill it, you can let the colleagues in North China. Take a look at how Wan Jiange bullies the weak! My small item is the cultivation base of the pill formation stage... You are a magnificent Rank Nine master who has lived for hundreds of years, and his age has survived to a dog?"

Brother Jing looks like five big and three thick, in fact, he is not stupid, but he saw Xiang Yang smashed Fengwu and Fengtong into fleshy meat, and even the Supreme Elder at the peak of Lingtian Sword Sect's Ninth Revolution was made a mess by him. , Now that he is back, what are you afraid of? What a great disciple of your Wanjian Pavilion? I'm not afraid!

Qi Guang almost choked to death by his words. The long sword behind him was beating endlessly, but he finally held back. Now that there are so many people present, he is ashamed of himself, and Wanjian Pavilion’s face can’t be lost, who doesn’t know this time. The elder who leads the team is best?

He resisted the anger and looked at Brother Jing, walked away, stood beside Brother Kongsangmen, and said with a cold voice: "If this is the case, then just do what he wants, don't you start?"

As soon as Xiang Yang came out, the monk named Jing Xia Hui was chilled there. He had been standing awkwardly with the mallet for a long time. Hearing this, he hurriedly shouted: "Under the pit...Ah... "

"Crack, what the **** is that!" A cold snort sounded.

Everyone, including a few rank nine cultivators, was shocked, and saw a black light flashing by, and Hui Xia Hui flew out with a long scream. When so many eyes looked at it, no one could see clearly. The key to how Xiang Yang made his move is that he still holds the little girl in his arms and has never let go, and he even squats with his back to the court.

"Who is next? It is said that it is the Yuanying stage? Is it you?"

Xiang Yang stood up casually, put the little girl down, smiled at Hu Shan, handed it over to him, turned around and asked faintly.

The monk holding a folding fan was looking in the direction that his fellow door flew away. When Xiang Yang asked, he turned his head and saw a pair of cold eyes. For some reason, he suddenly twitched in his heart and said involuntarily, "No. ..not me..."

I felt wrong as soon as the words were spoken, and then blushed and nodded: "It's me!"

Xiang Yang shook his head and sighed: "What is mine? Are you all fools at Kongsangmen? Okay, just treat it as you!"

Before the end of the word'ba' had fallen, the black light flashed again, and after that, a layer of blue light flashed in front of the folding fan monk, but even after it disappeared, a muffled hum came, the same. He flew straight out, and a few white lights flashed in the air. When he landed, there were a few bloodshot teeth.

This folding fan monk is usually well maintained, and his big teeth are white and meticulous. At this time, they are neatly arranged on the ground, and they are also very beautiful.

This time was blocked by the blue light, the rank nine cultivators could barely see Xiang Yang's movements, and they all took a breath.

A distance of more than ten feet was reached in a flash, without any magic weapon, directly smashed the opponent's defensive armor with one punch, and then knocked people into the air. . . Don't talk about the speed, just say his fist, is it harder than a magic weapon?

Others don’t know, but the ninth-ranked old man of Kongsangmen knows. This folding fan monk is his proud disciple, one of Kongsangmen’s most outstanding geniuses. The armor on his body is also given by him, it is the pinnacle. Dharma artifact!

Is this guy a human or a beast?

Still in astonishment, Xiang Yang's voice rang again: "If there are two wins in three games, I think it can be over. If not, who is next? You?"

The direction of his finger is exactly the direction of the old man with turns.

The audience was stunned, a cultivator in the Alchemy Period provokes the late stage of the Ninth Rank, which is almost like a rabbit flaunting its might in front of the evil dragon.

But such a ridiculous thing, when Xiang Yang said it, it seemed so reasonable. It seemed that it was just a trivial matter.

It's true that no one dared to laugh at him. After just two shots, who would really treat him as a monk during the pill formation period?

You know, the second one who was punched by him was a Nascent Soul Peak monk. . .

The old man looked at him solemnly, hesitated for a moment, and still stood up. Logically speaking, Kongsangmen lost two games in a row, and it can indeed be over, but just like this, the whole school will become Other people's ridicule ~www.readwn.com~ can no longer look up. How can he bear such consequences?

He took a deep breath and said, "Next..."

Just said two words, and I saw that the young man shook his head and said, "I have no interest in knowing who you are. I only know that you want to grab my place in the Floating Jade Sect. It's very simple. You beat me. We just move, and if we don’t win, we will leave something behind... if we come to make trouble, we have to pay a price, right?"

"Something? What do you want?"

"I think you are so poor, I guess you can't bring out any treasures, so let's take a simple gamble, I will let you dip a little bit cheaper, if I lose, this willow wood spirit **** is yours. If you lose, how about five hundred of the best vitality stones?"

Xiang Yang's fingers turned, and a green egg-like body hovered around his fingertips lightly, and then, a cloud of misty light enveloped the entire palm of his hand.

"Liumu Spiritual God... A treasure of heaven and earth that Lei Liu, who has lived for a million years, has not turned a demon, this..."

The eyes of the rank nine old man immediately turned green. For a high-ranking cultivator of the wood element, this was simply the temptation of the devil. With it, he even had absolute confidence to directly hit the peak of rank nine.

"How about? There are not many five hundred top-grade vitality stones, right?" Youdao is not exposed, but Xiang Yang didn't seem to care at all, holding the willow wood spirit **** back in his hand, tossing and asking.

The heart of the rank nine old man also swayed, this willow wood spirit **** is very fragile, if it falls to the ground, the leakage of wood energy will be ruined.

But in this way, he also died of the idea of ​​directly grabbing it, but what is the concept of five hundred top-grade vitality stones? It is equivalent to the wealth of Kongsangmen Xiaoban, he is just an ordinary elder, how can he get it out. .