Chapter 83 Blue Elf

"This is too bad! I know that so many people here are still robbing here!"

"I don't have the demeanor of a senior practitioner. I really don't understand how he cultivated to survive the disaster period? It's just like a scoundrel!"

"Shh... Be careful not to retaliate against you when he hears it! Let's stop watching the bustle!"

"Look, look! The thunder is small, and the cloud is slowly dissipating!"

After the disciples dispersed, three groups of five rode on the monsters and continued to discuss.

Yanxing Palace chased after the iron-winged golden horned eagle and shouted in the air, "Don't run away! Even if you run into the sea of people, you have to survive the disaster by yourself. Others can't help you resist Tianwei!"

All the other disciples of Yao Wangfeng are still on alert, and their doubts are very difficult to solve.

Lan Jiuzhen stood on a colorful two-headed peacock and asked, "Master, who is this?"

Yan Xinggong said angrily, "Unfortunately, the master has accepted such a prodigal disciple... He is your little brother Zhuo Tian!"

Lan Jiuzhen's face, which has always been cold, has also changed slightly at this moment.

Zhuo Tian, a junior qi practitioner, has been staring at himself and his seven sisters with his lustful eyes on the day of receiving the apprentice. His mouth is slippery and rude, and he is not like a dead elder brother at all. He doesn't look up to him with half of his eyes.

I heard that his qualification is the penultimate of the Royal Spirit Sect for thousands of years.

Although the master told himself to teach him, this man was so lazy to practice that he had never found himself these days.

I didn't expect to be crossing the disaster today?!

Can't the profound monks of the foreign sect come undercover to my Royal Spirit Sect?

"Master, the thunder has stopped! Do you want to capture him?!"

Why did you catch him? Yan Xinggong didn't understand what Lan Jiuzhen meant for a moment, and he was stunned and didn't say anything.

"Isn't he the undercover agent of my medicine Wangfeng? Otherwise, why did you get through the disaster?

"Repairer? If he were a repairer, I would be a real person!"

At this time, the clouds dispersed and the sky was blue.

More than 100 foreign peak disciples took the monsters and stood in afar to watch the dark Zhuotian in the center. Several elders and Shui Yingying also stood in the air from afar and watched.

No one recognizes who this person is.

"Ead Elder Yan, who is this person? What is the cultivation? Do you need me to wait for help?!"

An elder who was friendly with Yanxing Palace stepped on a flying sword in the air and said from afar.

"It's troublesome, Elder Zhao! This man is just the little apprentice I just received a few days ago..." Yan Xinggong choked speechlessly.

What evil is this?

This boy killed Miao Tian as soon as he came, hurting the dragon starry sky, and now the elders of Honglingfeng, Yanghuofeng, Qingyunfeng and Qianmanfeng are hating themselves;

Now you are fucking going through the disaster again? You won't look at your own cultivation and get through the disaster?

I have been hiding my own cultivation to make others think that I am a junior qi practitioner. I have just survived the disaster but exposed the three-level fluctuations of intermediate qi training! How can I explain this to Zongmen? I'm afraid everyone will think that you are the enemy's undercover...

More than 100 disciples, including Yao Wangfeng, talked like a fried pot.

"What? Is that the strange waste material?! He actually survived the robbery!"

"How many days have it been? How can a person with waste material qualifications be promoted to a higher level? It makes me so sad that I haven't upgraded for months!"

"It must be that the undercover agent sent by the hostile sect concealed his qualifications, otherwise this matter can't be explained!"

"What! How dare you doubt our sect's most precious bone test? Do you also suspect that my top grade qualification of red crystal is fake? Come on, let's fight!"

Shui Yingying stepped on the dazzling cloud swallowing beast, quietly looked at the disciple who was still smoking black, and was secretly vigilant.

It was him who killed Miao Tian and injured the dragon starry sky, showing his strength that did not match the level.

Now it has begun to cross the disaster again. What's the secret in it?

The star-absorbing array in Zhuo celestial body quickly repaired the damage, and the pain slowly disappeared. With the thickening of the array, the feeling of comfort and pleasure overflowed the whole body.

When I looked up, I was also shocked.

The circle is full of people, and they are watching themselves in the dark.

What's the situation?

Zhuo Tian lowered his head and glanced at his body. Fuck! The clothes are all burnt, and a few pieces of rags are still hanging on my body... There are still many beautiful seniors and sisters around here!

Zhuo Tian took a set of clothes from the storage ring at a lightning speed, which was already neatly dressed in a flash, causing a burst of exclamation.

"Look, I told you about this speed, didn't I? Only a repairman can exert such a speed!"

"Yes, it must be the undercover agent of the sect outside!"

"Look, Elder Yan is coming. Let's capture this man!"

"...He is actually looking at my dream goddess Lan Jiuzhen. I'm going to kill him!"

Zhuo Tian's forehead sweated, and his heart said that this disciple of Yulingzong was really a gossip. Where is this?

Yanxing Palace stepped on the iron-winged golden horned eagle and circled in the air.

"Jiuzhen! Dispelled the disciples of Waifeng! Zhuo Tian, you fucking... Come and see me later!"

Zhuo Tian stood there.

Who am I trying to provoke? Do you think I'm willing to survive the disaster? What can I do if I don't get hit by lightning as soon as I upgrade?!

The monster of Yanxing Palace instantly disappeared to the top of Yaowang Peak as soon as it flapped its wings.

Zhuo Tian was also ready to separate everyone and leave. Suddenly, a 20-year-old young man jumped out.

"Are you Zhuo Tian?!"

The man asked coldly, and his eyes looked at him with anger.

"I am, what can I teach you?"

Several elders in the air also left. Shui Yingying was about to drive the colorful cloud swallowing beast to report to her father. At first sight, she circled around and stayed.

Some of the onlookers began to scold.

"You don't even know my third brother Qingyunfeng? Boy, wait to be cleaned up this time!"

"Bat him! Ske him! Last time, my eldest brother Long Xingkong of Yanghuofeng was injured by this guy with tricks. This Liangzi must be looking for it back!"

"And my Qianmanfeng! Miao Tian is my master's son, and he was assassinated by this boy!"

It turns out that these shouting people are all disciples of several foreign peaks who have a grudge against Zhuo Tian.

The 20*-year-old said angrily, "I'm Miao Tian's eldest brother Miao Sheng!" My brother died in your hands?"

Zhuo Tian rolled his eyes and said, "How do I know? He was still fine when he was carried away. Who knows how he died... Why don't you ask him yourself?

Miao Sheng was furious. He turned over and took out a sword and pointed to Zhuo Tian, "Do you dare to fight with me?"

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept down in the air, and the sandstorm on the ground broke out!

The onlookers dodged one after another. With a bang, Lan Jiuzhen drove a colorful two-headed phoenix from the sky, and the huge monster's body trembled the earth.

Lan Jiuzhen wore a light blue shirt today, and her cold face was full of anger. She glanced at the disciples around her.

"Who dares to make trouble in Yao Wangfeng, kill!"

A beautiful girl who speaks harshly in public will make others think it funny and even feel that this girl is very cute.

But Lan Jiuzhen's frost-like face and gloomy tone made the male disciples present feel a chill from their necks.

It would be naive to think that this girl would not take out a sword and cut a man's neck.

"Within one breath, if anyone still stays in the territory of Yao Wangfeng, he will be regarded as the enemy of Yao Wangfeng and kill him!"

This is the strength of the practitioner, whether she is petite or has a criminal impulse.

This kind of pressure is irresistible.

"Let's go! Although Sister Lan is as beautiful as a flower, she is ambiguous!"

"Last time, a male disciple from another peak thought he was romantic and pestered Sister Lan, but he only heard her say two words and cut off his leg!"

"Who dares not listen to the order of my dream lover, Sister Lan? I cut his head... Sister Lan, I'll help you!"

As a result, this man was slapped by his brother and scolded, "Fuck, how dare you stay? Staying is the enemy of her. You don't even know how she died!"

Zhuo Tian is stunned. Is this woman so strong?

Although the second brother is also the same, the disciples of Waifeng can still argue with him, and no one has ever been so afraid.

It can be seen that this senior sister Lan is definitely an unreasonable group.

Of course, you can also reason with her, but you may fly over with a knife to cut your head off.

The disciples of Waifeng were scattered like frightened birds.

After leaving the range of Yao Wangfeng, he did not fly again. He rode on the monster in twos or threes, or climbed up to the tree to hang on the tree. From afar, there were only small black spots left, and he was still watching the bustle.

If you want to blame, you can only blame them for not their rare flying monsters.

Shui Yingying thought about it and retreated to Yaowangfeng. She rode a dazzling cloud-swallowing beast and hovered in the air. She couldn't decide whether to leave or stay...

Zhuo Tian had seen the suzerain's daughter for a long time. At this time, when he saw that she had been driven away by Lan Jiuzhen's words, he suddenly felt that Wang Feng was even more not simple.

A small Xuan-level elder actually produced three practitioners, and one was promoted to a yellow-level elder.

Other foreign peak disciples have not seen anything higher than the senior practitioner level so far.

All three practitioners are still so strong, why not afraid of offending the higher-level elders?

"Why don't you leave!"

Now there is only one Miao Sheng in front of Zhuo Tian who confronts him angrily, like two belligerent cocks.

Confrontation Mao?

I protested! I condemn it! Come back to the fucking negotiating table...

I demand peace...

Zhuo Tian really doesn't want to fight now. He has just survived the disaster and consumes a lot of spiritual power. Now he just wants to find a place to sit down and restore his spiritual power and stabilize a new level of cultivation.

"Why don't you leave!"

Lan Jiuzhen never repeats what she said, and what she said must be done.

This sentence is not a question, and I don't want to ask the other party to answer.

Because at the same time, her knife has turned into a peacock's feather, spinning and flying with dazzling blue color.

Amazing with a trace of charm, go straight to Miao Shengzhan!

Miao Sheng is a ten-level practitioner of advanced qi practice, and he is only a little close to entering the ranks of practitioners. But at this moment, how many talented and talented practitioners have puzzled!

So the level is only a little short, but the strength is 108,000 miles away!

The sword in Miao Sheng's hand waved, bringing out the sound of dragons, turned into countless white swords in black, and splitting the blue, seemingly light and cleverly sparrow-like knife.

It is not as strong as Zuo Tenglong's fierce spiritual roaring, rapid and indestructible;

There is no black smoke and flames when Zhuo Tian is against the enemy, like a clumsy man who lit a bundle of wet wood;

It's not even like a battle between monks...

The blue finch flew around lightly like an elf, without a sound wherever it went, cutting everything that blocked it, and countless black and white knife shadows were like a piece of satin cut by scissors in the middle...

The tearing mouth continued to expand, and the blue elf incarnated into a happy blue bird and threw himself into an ebony dead wood like a nest...

Everything ended like this, the psychedelic dispersed, and everyone's eyes returned to reality with the stillness of the fighting magic weapons

Miao Sheng's body is this dead wood, and the blue crystal flying knife is inserted in his chest.

The bright red blood fell on the dry and loose ground like a mutant dripping spring.