Zhuo Yingkang's eyes were full of jealousy, and he could be said to have been in a state of stars holding the moon from birth to the present.

No matter what kind of person he is, he has a kind of respect, a kind of envy, and even a kind of flattery.

He felt that he should be high from a young age, that he should stand out from the crowd since he was a child, and that he should be better than ordinary people since he was a child.

It's a pity that when he came to the Burial Sword Palace, he received a big blow, and Zheng Ming's slap made him lose face.

As for the person in front of him, although he didn't do anything to him, from the attitude of others, he was even more jealous. Why is it not himself who steps on the unicorn and should be admired by everyone?

Why didn't that damn unicorn belong to him, why did he appear in the sky, and why was he only carried by a dozen King Kong giant apes, and people came across the sky like gods.

His jealousy, like a tidal wave, makes it difficult for him to himself!

Elder Taishang looked at Zhuo Yingkang, who was clenching his fists tightly, and shook his head, she had lived for so many years, so naturally she wouldn't even know that she was jealous. Appropriate jealousy can enhance the competitive power of teenagers, but once the jealousy is too strong, it is not good for a person's growth.

Even, as long as it goes through a storm, it can make this genius who has been smooth sailing collapse.

Although there was a hint of dissatisfaction, she had no choice. So he whispered to Zhuo Ying: "The legend of this fire bull lin has inherited a trace of the bloodline of the divine beast Qilin, although it does not have the great magical power of the Qilin, but it is also a fierce beast. ”

"Even if it is a great grandmaster of the first grade, he wants to subdue this fierce beast. It's also very difficult. ”

From the breath of the fire bull. Although Zhuo Yingkang felt the power of this fire bull. But he didn't expect that this fire bull lin turned out to be a fierce beast.

Being able to subdue a one-rank fierce beast is equivalent to having a first-grade master personal protector, and the benefits are too great.

"But you don't have to worry too much, you are the Da Luo sword body, plus the ancestral sword bead of our Burial Sword Palace, you will definitely be able to take out the Divine Sword Hongyan. ”

Drawing sword beads, Zhuo Ying's eyes. Suddenly there was a burst of heat, and he was naturally no stranger to this sword bead.

I don't know what this thing is made of, but it is a sword treasure of the Burial Sword Palace, which can not only increase the chance of receiving a famous sword, but also be able to deal with the attack of opponents who use the long sword as a weapon.

Originally, this sword bead should have been delivered to Zheng Ming, the first seed, but now that Zheng Ming couldn't come to the sword, the sword bead was finally going to fall into his hands.

"The junior Chiyan Mountain wins the Shaodian, meet the seniors!" under the humble and gentle voice. The young man riding on the Fire Ox Lin gently bowed his hand towards Elder Taishang.

And right now. Dozens of figures rushed out from behind the fire cloud, these people were dressed in red, and they stood on both sides of the fire bull lin.

Elder Taishang glanced at the young man who was high above the Fire Bull Forest, and then his gaze fell on those who appeared one after another.

Her eyebrows raised slightly: "True Xuanzi, why hasn't the old ghost of Chiyan arrived?"

The one who was called the True Xuanzi by the Supreme Elder was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties, with tiger eyes and a square nose, and an imposing momentum.

Although this person is standing behind Huo Niulin, he looks forward to Shenfei, but it gives people a feeling of heroism. He gently hugged his fist towards Elder Taishang and said, "Master Venerable his old man said that his old man will not come to such a thing. ”

As the Supreme Elder of the Burial Sword Palace, the Supreme Elder naturally had his own pride and bearing, but now, a sharp light flashed in her eyes.

"The old ghost of Chiyan is really angry, I think he is afraid of ......"

As if he felt that he was losing his dignity by speaking like this, Elder Taishang didn't continue, but a cold and incomparably murderous intent swept towards the people of Chiyan Mountain like a surging river.

This cold killing machine is like countless long swords, wielding in the void.

The Ying Shaodian, who was high on the fire bull lin, seemed to have no feeling, and sat quietly on the fire bull lin.

It's just that the sky-high killing intent was blocked after approaching the scattered fire clouds of the Fire Bull Lin, and it couldn't get close to Win Shaodian at all.

And the tiger-eyed square-nosed Zhenxuanzi stood extremely peacefully, as if he hadn't noticed the rolling pressure at all.

As for the other people from Chiyan Mountain, they quickly hid behind the fire bull lin, leisurely, with a hint of sarcasm.

As soon as the momentum of the elder surnamed Taishang was retracted, she glanced at the fire bull lin, and then her gaze fell on the others.

Immediately, her brows furrowed slightly, because she found that although those disciples of Chiyan Mountain could be called elites, most of them were over thirty years old.

Martial artists who are over thirty years old and less than forty years old are at the time when the blood and qi of the whole body are the strongest, and it can be said that this kind of character is best for fighting, but it is not good for sword shrines.

The only people who collect swords in the sword mound are teenagers under the age of sixteen.

"The family teacher said that it is enough to have a junior brother and disciple of Shaodian!" said a young man in a fiery red suit with a hint of pride in his eyes.

One person is enough to say four words, talking about such pride, such self-confidence.

If it were an ordinary person, it would be fine, but this win Shaodian sat down, and it was a fire bull lin that was difficult for even a strong person to surrender, so when they heard this sentence, many people's eyes changed color.

Zhuo Yingkang wanted to stand up and say that he was enough to compete with the young man named Ying Shaodian, but when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't say anything.

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

When Zhuo Yingkang came down from the jade bowl, he found that someone was looking at him with resentment, this was a young woman in red, with fiery red clothes, so that her figure that was enough to catch fire was set off like a flame that could burn people's hearts.

How can this woman look at herself with such a gaze, could it be that she has an enmity with her.

But I really don't know such a woman, although in Zhuo Yingkang's heart, I really hope to know such a woman.

Just when Zhuo Yingkang was thinking wildly, a cold snort sounded in everyone's ears: "It's such a big fire bull, if it is used for wine, it can also drink a lot." ”

With this voice, I saw an old man dressed in earth-gray clothes, surrounded by forty or fifty people, stepping forward.

The Fire Bull Lin, who was originally standing proudly in the void, was born with a crimson flame in his eyes the size of a duck's egg the moment he heard this.

However, when its gaze fell on the speaker, there was a trace of scruple in its red eyes.

Elder Zhu's surname Taishang glanced at the person who came, snorted coldly, and did not speak, obviously, she did not have a good attitude towards this person.

And the tiger-eyed and square-nosed strong man Zhen Xuanzi solemnly hugged his fist towards the old man and said, "Disciple Zhenxuan, please meet the uncle." ”

"Hmph, you kid don't give me this set, since your master doesn't come, then my old man bullied you and believed that he had nothing to say. ”

This sentence immediately made the faces of Zhen Xuanzi and the disciples of Chiyan Mountain turn pale one by one, this ...... It's okay to do it, how can you say it so bluntly.

"Okay, don't talk about those useless ones, the time is almost up, let's get ready to start!" Elder Zhu said in a deep voice.

"Meet the Ancestor!" thirteen young men, with a wave of the old man in earth-gray clothes, flew out.

Although the faces of the teenagers are different, they are all majestic and extraordinary.

Elder Zhu surnamed Taishang also had a trace of satisfaction in his eyes for these teenagers who rushed out, after all, every young man with such qualifications can become the treasure of a sect, and the fact that Wuhua Valley can get these teenagers shows that Wuhua Gu is not cautious in this matter.

Although I already have a great confidence in my heart that Flowerless Valley will not stumble under my feet, no matter how much speculation there is, it is not as good as seeing is believing.

"Old Ghost Zuo, I gave you fourteen sword-taking talismans, how come it is thirteen people!"

Although the words of the elder surnamed Zhu Taishang sounded like asking for sin, in fact, all those who heard her words could feel the kindness of this Supreme Elder.

The old man, known as the old ghost of Zuo, smiled awkwardly and was just about to answer, when he heard someone laughing: "Thousands of rushes, it's finally not too late!"

All eyes looked at the person who spoke at this moment, and saw a young man in green clothes rushing from a distance.

The young man's face, although he is not the top handsome, is also red and white-toothed, gentle and elegant, and the blue kitten on his shoulder adds three points to this person's appearance.

Zheng Ming is here, why did his cat change color?

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

The little golden cat that was lying on Zheng Ming's shoulder, when it approached this place, it still showed a lethargic appearance, but when it saw the fire bull lin, a pair of small golden eyes were full of greed.

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

It's a pity that the huge fire bull lin still holds his head high, and he doesn't look like he sees the little golden cat at all.

The moment Li Qiuran saw Zheng Ming, a hint of joy rose in his eyes. As the palace master of the Burial Sword Palace, although it is no longer the time for infighting, she is not willing to let her opponent take the lead.

And Cen Yuezhu's eyes gave birth to a trace of coldness.

Zheng Ming's face, the most memorable thing is not Yun Yuerong and the others who are in the same group as him, but Zuo Yuncong and Zhuo Yingkang who are standing on the side. (To be continued.) )

PS: Monday, it's Monday again, the recommended votes are cleared, woo, looking at the sparse number of votes, I can't help but roar, bosses, for the sake of my honest update, give a ticket!