"I've been in a fog for a few hours. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "The main peak performance arena, all the elders and peak masters gathered in one place to watch the sky.

It was already late at night, and the pure yang sect under the canopy of the sky was shining into daylight. Except for those who were in retreat, hundreds of thousands of disciples of the entire Pure Yang Peak all looked up.

The person who spoke just now was dressed in a red robe, and the Void Sect of Tie Guan Li led the elder. I heard him continue: "The key to the trial is the five generations of disciples of the Interception Sect?"

A pale bearded old man with gold stripes between red and white robes. With wise eyes, he shook his head with a chuckle.

"Nothing to do?" the Void Sect Elder wondered.

The old man's eyes showed a little cunning: "I only said that I was in the top 50 in the selection, but I didn't say that the top 50 passed the trial." ”

"It's a play on words again. As if thinking of some past, the Void Sect Elder changed color slightly. "So, there's nothing to pass this level?"

The old man has a head and a long beard that floats lightly. Suddenly, his eyes stared slightly, looking at the west.

There are no dark clouds, faint stars, and rainbow swords.

"Huh?" said the old man.

In the center of the martial arts arena, the copper mustard pot stands majestically. Although it is called a pot, it is actually a tripod. One zhang high, standing on three legs. There are no lines all over the body, and it looks like it is ingenious. Hidden in the night, almost round.

Every few moments, the gray glow rises in the ding, and a disciple rolls out of it. Those who react quickly stagger to stand, and those who are slow fall firmly.

There were twelve hours in total, and less than six hours had passed at this time, and most of the disciples had been driven out by the copper mustard pot. The scope of the canopy was further shortened, and more than 200 images were imaged separately.

Honestly chopping wood, wearing a robe of an outer disciple, walking through the forest. All the way to stun the disciples guarding the mountain road, rushed to the martial arts arena, and fought on the field. There are also those who are trapped in the corner of the inner cell, waiting for the next hour to start reincarnation.

They don't know that they don't know how to do anything at all, they pass the trial, and they still try to do nothing.

One of the images is quite maverick. This scene stands in the sky above Yangqing Peak. Unlike the other Yang Qingfeng female disciple on the side, who behaved in a decent manner, this person was scolding.

For the rest of the disciples, the scolding will be scolded. It's just that the scolding disciple, and the people who know him, are speechless.

Li Xianyuan: This is ...... Sexually changed?

“…… At the age of seventy, you old man thought of cutting ****. At the age of seventy-one, you lied to a little girl to see a goldfish, but you actually wanted to insult someone. At the age of seventy-two, she didn't even let go of her neighbor's ninety-two-year-old grandmother and forced her to dance for you. ”

Speaking dryly, Li Xianyuan waved his hand and pointed to the teapot on the table.

The stunned guard disciple picked up the teapot and offered it with both hands.

Li Xianyuan took it, raised his head like Lu Dongbin at the beginning, and drank bitterly from the spout.

The jaw of the waterline was swept over and the robe was wet.

"Are you tired of scolding? ”

A hoarse voice sounded out of breath. Opposite the cage, the old man's chains rattled and gasped.

"Nope. With a casual throw, the empty teapot was thrown into the hay at his feet.

"Think about what I scolded you just now when I was forty years old, and I scolded you for not being cheap enough. Just start scolding again from the beginning!"

Dark eyes quickly scanned the surroundings.

If you act like this, you can't force someone in the dark......

The cause was in front of the half-pillar incense, and the old man on the opposite side scolded him. Li Xianyuan's consciousness flickered, and he felt a strange aura.

The breath was separated by a wall, giving him the feeling of being like those elders of the Pure Yang Sect. That is to say, that person is at least a primordial infant.

An infant monk is in an inner cell, which makes people suspicious. Li Xianyuan deliberately did it to make a trick and make it impossible for the people in the dark to distinguish the situation.

As if feeling separated from the aisle, scolding was not enjoyable, Li Xianyuan stepped forward, drilled out of the gap in the fence, came to the old man's prison, pointed at his nose and scolded: "Be powerful in front of me, you think I'm afraid of you!"

His throat roared like a beast, and the old man's bloody mouth opened wide, and he bit the fingers in front of him.

Wow -

The hands and feet were chained and rattled. The old man naturally bit into the air.

"You still dare to bite me?" Li Xianyuan feigned anger.

"Ahem-" With a sound in his throat, the old man accumulated a large mouthful of thick phlegm and was about to spit it out.

Li Xianyuan's eyes were quick, and he brought in the innocent guards on the side.

Smack-

The thick phlegm was undoubtedly hit on the disciple's face.

As soon as he pushed away the guarding disciples, in the sound of retching on the side, Li Xianyuan continued to chatter and scold: "Come on, come on." Do you think I'm afraid you'll throw up? If you have the ability, you will shrink the yang to your throat and stick it out of your mouth to pee on me. Bit his tongue and spit it in my face. You turtle king eight have no humanity, **** rice and **** old guy. I'll take the shit and stuff you dead in a minute!"

The copper mustard pot is all fake, and it can't be true. Therefore, the heart can be slightly smaller. If it weren't for Situ Yanran, he wouldn't have had to work so hard.

Feeling that the scolding was almost there, Li Xianyuan wanted to turn around and go back, so that he could take the opportunity to glance at the cell on the side.

Fang turned around and saw a ragged garment, unkempt middle-aged standing behind him.

His pupils contracted, his eyes swept slightly, and he saw the guard disciple on the side fall to the ground, his head tilted, and he died in Huangquan.

"Enough scolding. The middle-aged man spoke, looking directly at Li Xianyuan at hand, and his eyes couldn't see his expression.

Hiding in the shadows, this is the person.

With a sharp turn of thought, Li Xianyuan lost his expression and returned to indifference: "Are you willing to make a move?" I thought you would stay here until you died. ”

A palm poked out without warning, grabbed Li Xianyuan's neck and lifted it up.

"Is enough of scolding?" he repeated. Messy hair with one eye exposed. With sharp eyes, it seems that he wants to cut Li Xianyuan with a thousand knives. The thick hand around the neck becomes tighter and tighter. The sound of bones rubbing. The cold as a knife sounded in my ears.

"You know who this person is. ”

The inference is incorrect.

This man is in the same group as the old man.

The pale cheeks quickly become rosy. My brain is buzzing and I can't breathe. Rao is like this, Li Xianyuan did not struggle in the slightest, his hands hung down on his shoulders, and he said with a red face: "I don't know ......"

"But I know...... If you kill him, you will die...... Soon. ”

The middle-aged man looked stunned, his angry eyes slowed slightly, his palm loosened a little, and he asked aloud, "Who are you?" ”

"It has nothing to do with you, as far as it is to say, if you want to kill it, you will be killed. Li Xianyuan's eyes were firm: "It's just to remind you that if your predecessors have a hair, you will wait for your soul to fly away!"

Boom -

The air waves are rolling, Yang Qingfeng's mansion, Ning Jiya's robe is agitated, the spiritual power around the body is circulating, and the head is full of green silk fluttering. The pink face is evil, and the eyes reflect the shadow of a middle-aged man, and his eyes are as cold as ice.

Lu Nianlei was shocked and retreated, and when she saw this, she hurriedly said: "Master, this is a trial, you can't do it really!"

"I know for the teacher. Ning Jiya's voice was cold, and she encouraged the Dao robe to fall slowly. Only his expression was still cold.

Lu Nianlei couldn't help but smile bitterly. In contrast, the master cares more about Li Xianyuan......

Suddenly, at this moment, a first-class star flew from the sky, heading straight for the Pure Yang Sect.

Lu Nianlei was about to call her master, but found that she had already looked sideways. (To be continued.) )