Chapter 326, Lingxiao hitting the wall, natural arrogance

Now the little wolf named Cangyue is no longer intimate with Zhu Peng. He only lies in Zhang Qingxue's arms every day, rolling and rubbing oil.

Just as Zhu Peng looked at the fat little wolf who was extremely unhappy, the snake car suddenly shook slightly. The next moment, Zhu Peng keenly felt that the cloud eagle demon bird was slowly falling.

"Your Excellency, the monks of the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion in front set up a large boundary and asked us to go down for inspection." A bloody and elite voice came from outside the snake car, but the meaning revealed in his words made Zhu Peng extremely unhappy.

"Bak, when is it my turn to Lingxiao Sword Pavilion?" He frowned slightly and was slightly angry, but Zhu Peng did not say this word directly.

In addition to the on-the-spot battle and using words to disintegrate the opponent's fighting spirit, Zhu Peng usually does not like to use the special skill of "mouth cannon", because this skill has little impact on victory or defeat. When winning, using it affects his own demeanor. When losing, using it is only the powerless roar of the loser, and it is particularly easy to attract. The necessary hatred value, so even if he is slightly annoyed, Zhu Peng does not say anything, just because there are too many things in the world that are more direct and powerful than words.

"You are also monks from Snow Wolf Peak. I won't talk nonsense. The ancient spiritual realm of Snow Wolf Peak has been chartered by our Lingxiao Sword Pavilion. It belongs to the private property of the spiritual domain of our sect. You should have killed all of your private mining, but for the sake of the good personal friendship between our sect and the Blood Spirit Ridge, you have offered a thousand catties of the best spiritual stones. As for the compensation of your private entry into the spiritual realm of our sect, this matter will be gently exposed.

Arrogant, arrogant, arrogant and ignorant. Before he has seen anyone, Zhu Peng has heard so many personality traits from those words, which is quite a typical mouth. The hatred of the elite monks of the Blood Soul Ridge is attracted by him. For the bloody practitioners led by Zhu Peng, there are a thousand words of the other party. Although the best spiritual stone of Jin belongs to the lion's big mouth, it's not that they can't take it out. It's just that as a monk of the Blood Mountain, when did they have the habit of eating the benefits of eating into the stomach and spitting it out?

Open the door and slowly walk out of the snake car. When Zhu Peng came out of the snake car, the monks of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion were more brainless and knew that they had kicked the iron plate. Deep, thick, like the breath of spirit that shrouded everything. After Zhu Peng was promoted to the nine levels of gas refining, the strong power brought out was only in an instant, on the monks of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, covered with thick oppression and the shadow of death, which pressed on their hearts in an instant.

As a strong sect in the first-class spiritual land of China, it is natural for the monks of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion to look down on all sentient beings with a slight pride. If it hadn't been for the thin name of Qin Wangling's blood and soul family in the monastic world, they would have even really drawn their swords and killed them directly as in their words. People will die. Naturally, the wealth and spiritual stone on it is still from Lingxiao Sword Pavilion.

The blood soul family is not a rootless scattered monk. Naturally, it is not easy to follow the habit of dealing with scattered cultivation, but the monks of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion do not feel that they need to respect each other. After all, although the Qinwangling is big and the bloodling is strong, it is still a family force in the second-level spiritual land, and the second-level spiritual land is lower than the first-class spiritual land. The family-style monks are weaker than the sect-style monks. This is the general common sense of the monks' world. The monks of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion are aware of this, so he believes that the monks of the Blood Mountain should also understand that they should obediently hand in their wealth. Hello, I'm fine, everyone, it's better than killing with a sword, isn't it?

It's just that Zhu Peng obviously didn't have such a high 'ideological awareness' as his. Ling Xiaojian Pavilion monk's words and mouths directly aroused the fierce killing in his heart. Originally, Zhu Peng had sent a letter to the family, hoping that there could be family elites to cooperate with him and secretly attack Ling Xiao. The Sword Pavilion and the Ghost Heart Sect can not only plunder the best spiritual stones to increase the strength of the family to the greatest extent, but also as long as the hands are done properly and the ends are clean, in a short period of time, it is difficult for the two sects to set their goals on the blood clan of Qin Wangling. After all, according to common sense, although some of the best spiritual stones are precious, there is no reason. The forces will fight for them against the two powerful sects.

In the end, as long as it lasts for a period of time, the cleaning power of the doomsday of heaven will fully explode, and the earth's monk world will be completely involved. At that time, even if the two sects have no time to identify the murderer, they will not be able or are unable to attack.

It's just the butterfly effect of causal change. Zhu Peng's satisfactory abacus was completely defeated by the early outbreak of the doomsday disaster. Not only has the business of the barbarian monk temple in Daxueshan has become a rake business, but even the black-eating action against Lingxiao Sword Pavilion and the Dilieg Ghost Heart Sect has become an impossible book that cannot be implemented. Face plan, at this moment, Zhu Peng just saw that Lingxiao Jiange set up a card to rob the road and collect a lot of benefits. It can be imagined how strange it was in Zhu Peng's heart. It was never uncomfortable.

Zhu Peng's slightly narrowed eyes have become hesitant and uncertain in the observation of the master of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion. After all, in his opinion, as a master, he does not talk about how to practice, but at least he must be rational enough to distinguish who can offend and which force can't afford to provoke. In his thinking, the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion behind him is undoubtedly a strong force that can't be provoked by the Blood Spirit. He can't help but think about it carefully by this terrible young man in front of him.

"This senior, I just didn't know that the senior is here. Please forgive me for the offense. I didn't say what I just said. As long as you take out 50 catties of the best spiritual stone mine, I will immediately open the boundary and send the senior away." As he spoke, the head of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion slowly folded his waist to salute. He was respectful, and his attitude changed greatly. He could be called a classic example of a thick-hearted man. It was just the cultivation of the young man in front of him. No matter how young Zhu Peng looked, as long as his cultivation was real. In the eyes of the head of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, he was worthy of his predecessor. He did not have a little recognition of the famous power of Xueling, but simply bowed to the rationality of the strong in front of him.

Zhu Peng could see this, and the master of the speech did not hide it at all. From beginning to end, all the monks of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion were just afraid of Zhu Peng. As for the bloody monks beside Zhu Peng, they didn't even seem to be in the mood to look at it again.

This attitude and contempt are too bullying.