There is no shortage of things to seize the immortal Daoji in the Intercepting Immortal Ridge, and over time, the Daoji is also called the Immortal Sect. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the eyes of the Dry Mountain Ancestor, even if Xiao Yong has become the deputy general of the Intercepting Immortals, he is still an immortal who has just entered the Intercepting Immortals, and he is not recognized by him, so if he has the opportunity, he does not mind seizing the Dao Ji of Xiao Yong, and there will be no unbearable pain in the process of seizing it.

Intercepting immortals with general thoughts like him is not a minority in Intercepting Immortals, but with the display of Xiao Yong's strength and the improvement of his status, if there is no excuse for being right, it is easy to attract the execution of big figures such as the Holy Elder.

The Kushan Ancestor is different here, Xiao Yong has come to worship the mountain, to put it bluntly, he is here to play the field, at this time, if the Kushan Ancestor kills him, it can only be regarded as Xiao Yong's strength is not good, no wonder others.

That is to say, in the Intercepting Immortal Ridge, the lowly Intercepting Immortals, and the five show their identities, they will die if they die, because they are inconsequential people, so no one will pay attention to the death fight between them.

The strength has risen, and the immortals who have a certain identity can't fight each other for no reason, they have to have a name, such as meeting each other, such as this kind of righteous and bright worship.

Zhan Xianyuan learned that when he was in Jinling, he was brave enough to save his life, and he was more or less grateful, and as a general who intercepted immortals, even if it was to win people's hearts, this kind of gratitude had to be revealed.

It was because he heard that Xiao Yong came to worship the mountain in Wumu Kushan, and Zhan Xianyuan hurried to stop it.

"Xiao Sheng, what are you doing here?" Zhan Xian Yuan took Xiao Yong's hand and said, "Go!

Xiao Yong shook his hand lightly, who opened the hand of Xianyuan, and said, "No need." ”

"Why not?" Zhan Xianyuan showed a little anxiety and said, "Do you know the methods of the Dry Mountain Ancestor? Do you know the realm of his old man? Do you want to die when you come to worship the mountain without knowing anything?"

A distant voice came, answering for Xiao Yong.

"It's best to find death! ”

The voice is the voice of the ancestor of the dry mountain, and the voice comes from the people, and it is a thin old man.

He...... The arms are together, not like a broken arm.

But Xiao Yong could tell from the difference in the bone sound of the bones in his arm that his right arm was much weaker than his left arm.

Obviously, the right arm of the Dry Mountain Ancestor was regrown using spiritual objects or secret methods.

As soon as the Dry Mountain Ancestor came, he glanced at Xiao Yong, revealing a touch of sarcasm, and then looked at Zhan Xianyuan, and asked expressionlessly: "What's the matter? As a general of the Immortal Interception, you also want to intervene in the affairs of the old decay?"

There are rules for the Interception of Immortal Mountains, which are related to worshipping the mountain, and it is the party with a low realm to worship the mountain of the higher realm.

And worship the mountain Yicheng, the side that is worshiped by the mountain agrees to fight, basically the battle between the two cannot be interfered with by external forces, at least for the ancestor of the dry mountain, the level of the external force of the exhibition of immortal yuan is not enough.

That Holy Elder is okay, firstly, the status and strength of the people are higher than that of the Dry Mountain Ancestor, and secondly, the people of the Dry Mountain Ancestor saved the life of the Dry Mountain Ancestor a few days ago.

And then...... The Dry Mountain Ancestor's facial expression stiffened slightly, it was the Holy Elder who appeared.

The Dry Mountain Ancestor smiled and said, "Holy Elder, you have always come here...... I don't know what's going on?"

The Dry Mountain Ancestor was worried that the Holy Elder was here to stop him from fighting Xiao Yong, in that case, he would lose the opportunity to seize Xiao Yong's Dao Foundation.

The Holy Elder was the master on the dark clouds, and when he saw that it was him, Xiao Yong thought that he was here to stop him.

In other words, Xiao Yong is not happy about this, because if he doesn't give this Kushan Ancestor a little color, he will dare to trouble him even if he is a bull and a horse, and if he doesn't make the Kushan Ancestor afraid to stop at one time, his follow-up plan will not end in the future.

The Holy Elder didn't come to stop the battle between the two, he was condescending, and said lightly: "You two have cultivated to a high level, if you let go of your hands and feet, it will inevitably cause a lot of chaos to this Immortal Ridge, so the old man came here to give the two of you a suitable place to fight." ”

Raising his hand and waving his sleeves, a crack opened out of thin air beside the Holy Elder, and inside the crack was a small secret realm.

The size is relative, and that small secret realm has a range of at least one hundred and ten miles, which is extremely suitable for use as a combat battlefield, and that small secret realm has no real owner, so if you fight in it, you are not afraid of outsiders interfering.

The Dry Mountain Ancestor was satisfied with this battlefield, and he took a look at it bravely, and he had no opinion.

"Since we all agree, let's all go in, but...... Before you go in, leave the color head behind, especially you!" The Holy Elder opened and closed his eyes, looked brave, and said with a slightly cold expression: "Your realm and identity are not as good as the dry mountain, find him to fight with you, and the lottery head you gamble on should be redundant dry mountain!"

Xiao Yong raised his eyebrows slightly, I didn't expect there to be this color head, but the color head is only, you can get it back if you win, and there is no problem with betting on anything.

So, Xiao Yong flicked his hand into the storage bag and started with a spear.

"Wu ...... Martial Saint Spear!"

The Martial Saint Spear is the recognition center of the Martial Saint Peak, and whoever controls it will own the Martial Saint Peak.

Xiao Yong used it as a color head, and in the eyes of others, it was just nonsense.

The Dry Mountain Ancestor's heart jumped, the value of the Martial Saint Spear, he didn't believe that Xiao Yong didn't understand, since he understood it and took it out, it could only show that he had a grasp of the victory in this battle.

But where does his confidence come from? Is it his confident and conceited belief in his own strength, or is it ...... He got a treasure from someone to restrain his withered mountain ancestor?

The Dry Mountain Ancestor didn't want to be planted, so he gritted his teeth and took out a sand sculpture, which was the core of the control of the Woodless Dry Mountain!

"Crazy, crazy!

One mountain and one peak, even in the mountainous Interception Immortal Ridge, is not something that everyone has, and everyone here still refers to the existence of extremely high realm and status.

Most of them carved out a cave or built a manor in one place, and regarded it as their own territory.

Of course, the Dry Mountain Ancestor is not crazy, he has conditions for taking out such a colorful head.

"Holy Elder, this little Xiao Shengchu has not long entered the rhyme, and the spells that want to come to the realm of rhyme are not very familiar, so it is better to learn this time, let me guide his spells, in other words, in the competition, if anyone uses the magic weapon, it will be counted as a loser. ”

After all, the ancestor of the dry mountain has been famous for a long time, and the magic baby on his body must be much more brave than that of only ten years old.

If you don't use the magic weapon, it is equivalent to the withered mountain ancestor taking the initiative to give up his advantages.

Xiao Yong probably understood why the Withered Mountain Ancestor proposed this, grinned, and said, "Okay! ”