When Qingying regained his strength, he turned around and saw Xingchatian smiling and shaking the branch in his hand.

There's a piece of roast meat on it.

Qingying's eyes widened, ignoring the pain, she jumped to Xingshatian's side, grabbed a piece of barbecue, and took a bite hard.

With a sigh, Qingying buried his head in eating. He didn't eat when he woke up in the morning, and he was really hungry.

Xingchatian laughed, bit off the minced meat, and said vaguely: "Slow down, there's more." ”

After feasting, all three of them felt very satisfied. But the biggest possibility is that none of the three of them had breakfast, and they were already hungry.

Rushing again, Qingying considered that he had snubbed Shan Ye for so long, and he should also compensate for it.

Xingchatian did not participate, but will add some points to Qingying. Shan Ye can be said to have benefited a lot along the way, and Qingying's cultivation has made up for his lack of experience.

In terms of cultivation, Qingying forcibly used cultivation to get through, Shan Ye was only at the fourth level of the Wuyuan Realm, and it was quite easy for Qingying to guide Shan Ye.

Shan Ye seized the opportunity to humbly ask for advice, Qingying's cultivation was known to him, it was the seventh layer of the Wuyuan Realm, and the cultivation of Xingchatian was not clear to him, but from the difference between that gesture and the Wuyuan Realm, he had a guess in his heart.

Because he was unfamiliar, he didn't dare to speculate, but Xingshatian's face made him feel ridiculous.

With Qingying first, Shan Ye is still quite numb to Xingchatian's cultivation, the two of them are not many years younger than him, but their cultivation is really overwhelming.

When night fell, the three of them stood at the foot of the mountain and looked up.

The lights above are dotted, and from time to time there is a clamor spreading, echoing in the night.

Xingchatian glanced at Qingying, "The Onetooth Gang." ”

"Yes, the Onefangs. Qingying muttered in a low voice.

"Go up?"

"Go up. ”

The One-Tooth Gang.

The top of the hill is a flat land, quite extensive, and the members of the One-Tooth Gang do not have the habit of masonry houses, and live in places that are either made of wood or surrounded by straw.

Since most of the members are elementalists, they only need a space to keep out the rain, and the shade and wind protection are only incidental, so it doesn't affect them.

In the middle of the flatland, the largest tent.

The oil lamp flickered, and the five of them sat in a circle, surrounded by wine bottles, and the whole tent was filled with the smell of alcohol.

The people in the audience have gloomy eyes, but they have a face of Chinese characters, they look like they are mixed with good and evil, and with a vicissitudes of life, all kinds of feelings appear in a person, making him look unfathomable.

"Four Seasons Wealth!"

"Seven Tricks!"

"Punish wine, punish wine!Hahaha, the third child is wrong again. ”

The third child is a bearded man, hearing the coaxing of the people around him, he snorted coldly, grabbed a bottle of liquor, and drank it all.

"It's really bold, worthy of being the third, hahaha, keep going. ”

"Wow, the head of the five!"

"Eight horses!"

"Second brother did it!"

"Who's afraid of whom!"

A young man who looked like a white-faced scholar glared back at everyone, but he couldn't help laughing, snatched the wine bottle, and choked after only half a bottle.

The third child sat next to the white-faced scholar, smiled when he saw this, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, he never thought about exerting too much force, and the white-faced scholar coughed more severely.

The remaining two looked at each other, grinned, and punched at the same time.

"Seven Tricks!"

"Nine in a row!"

"Penalty penalty punishment!"

"Gotta get it, I'll do it myself. ”

The blue-faced man on the side of the white-faced scholar let out a low snort, grabbed the wine bottle, and took a sip of it without care.

"Ha! cool!" The blue-faced man shook his head and looked at the upper seat: "Boss, why do you have to have a bottle?"

In the place of the Onetooth Gang, known as the boss, the status of the Upper Seat is already about to be revealed.

Duqi took the wine bottle thrown by the blue-faced man, raised his head, and poured it directly, which was a point faster than the blue-faced man.

The blue-faced man gave a thumbs up and was about to take down a bottle of wine.

Boom!

Yes!

There was a sudden chaotic sound outside, and the five of them frowned.

"I'll take a look. The blue-faced man turned over and rushed out of the tent, his brows furrowed, and his anger was exposed.

"Who is causing trouble in my one-tooth gang?

Qingying jumped out of a wooden house, the last drop of blood flowing from the tip of the soulless gun in his hand, the tip of the spear was as smooth as a mirror, and a cold glow shot out as it turned.

The sixth-level cultivation of Wuyuan Realm can be regarded as a good hand, but unfortunately, it is not enough.

threw a soulless spear with a backhand, and Qingying didn't even look at the result, and pounced on the white-faced scholar who came out immediately behind the blue-faced man.

The white-faced scholar's face changed, his hand was not slow, and with a turn of his hand, he opened the white jade folding fan, and the white-faced scholar slashed forward, the star soul fluctuated, and the air vibrate.

The eighth layer of the Wuyuan Realm.

Second only to the master of the lone hedgehog.

The blue-faced man snorted, his big hand moved forward, grabbed the tip of the gun, and before it could show his joy, a force came out of the tip of the gun, and the blue-faced man retreated in embarrassment.

Qingying's toes touched the ground, his head was slightly sideways, and the white jade folding fan crossed his face, and under the fan, Qingying's immature face was as plain as water.

With a missed blow, the white-faced scholar flicked his wrist, threw the folding fan into the air, and retracted his arm to grab Qingying's elbow.

Qingying just took a quick look, he wasn't stupid enough to send himself into the other party's arms.

Retracting his elbow, Qingying grabbed the white-faced scholar's shoulder, and at the same time slightly rotated his foot and kicked the opponent's ankle sideways.

The white-faced scholar reacted very quickly, and with a wrong step, Qingying kicked in the air, his shoulders sank, and then he hit it again, sinking vigorously, making Qingying take a few steps backwards.

The blue-faced man has already eased up, and he is about to step forward to help, and there is already one more person in front of him.

Shan Ye held the Wu Shadowless Sword in his hand, his face was bitter, and he was the only one to face this blue-faced man who didn't look easy to mess with.

The fourth layer of the Wuyuan Realm, he is not a genius, and it is impossible for him to be the opponent of the sixth-layer elemental master of the Wuyuan Realm.

Fortunately, Qingying didn't let him really fight against the blue-faced man or anything, but just asked him to stick to it and drag the blue-faced man for a quarter of an hour.

In a quarter of an hour, he was confident that he could solve the white-faced scholar.

Xingchatian didn't make a move, on the one hand, in order to train them, on the other hand, Qingying wanted to solve it by himself, and didn't want to borrow the hands of others.

The blue-faced man shook his palm, and Shan Ye's face became even more bitter.

With such a strong body, he was still playing with a nine-foot long stick, which was the thickness of a fist.

Just by looking at it, I know that it must be uncomfortable to be smashed.

The blue-faced man has no habit of being verbose, and he still has to rush to rescue his brother, but I don't know why the owner of the village and the other brothers haven't come out yet, even if they believe them, it's not right.

Above the tent, space distorted, the refraction of light changed, but the distorted pattern could be seen to be about a human form.

The stars stood in the middle of it, condescending, looking down on the battlefield below.

He held a ball of golden light in his hand, pulling out silk threads that covered the tent, distorting the surroundings of the tent, and the sound was forcibly isolated by the star soul of the star.

Otherwise, there would have been such a big movement outside, and the people inside would have run out a long time ago.

"Why haven't the second brother and the fifth brother come back?"

The third child was dissatisfied.

"Leave them alone, the second child is very arrogant, he doesn't like others to interfere, his strength, it's enough to help the fifth child. Maybe it's a bit of a lot of people who are here to make trouble, so leave him alone, let's continue. ”

Duji was also a little surprised, but he didn't think much about it, he said hello, and the three of them continued to punch and drink.

"Wow, the head of the five!"

"Six-six-six!"

......

The blue-faced man chased after Shan Ye, Shan Ye just wanted to delay time, he didn't want to fight with this big man, wasn't that a brain in water, how did he fight.

The white-faced scholar looked solemn, and on the way to the confrontation, he also figured out Qingying's cultivation.

The seventh layer of the Wuyuan Realm is quite acceptable, but it is enough to cause disaster to ordinary gangs.

They offended a lot of people, but what was going on with this seventh-layer master of the Wuyuan Realm who suddenly came out, every time they made a move, they confirmed that there was no possibility of a high-level elemental master, and almost all of them were cut to the roots.

Then this teenager, did he cut the grass and eradicate it but didn't clean it up?

The white-faced scholar stretched out his hand to take it, and the fan fell back into his hand at this moment, which was enough to see how fast their previous move was.

He speculated, but he didn't expect to be extremely close to the truth.

Qingying stretched out his hand, and the soulless spear returned to his hand, pointing forward, shaking out two spear flowers.

The white-faced scholar snorted coldly, he didn't believe that his cultivation at the eighth layer of the Wuyuan Realm couldn't beat a child with the cultivation of the seventh layer of the Wuyuan Realm, yes, it was a child, if he couldn't even beat a child, he felt that he had cultivated in vain all these years.

The white-faced scholar folded his fan and slapped it right on the tip of the spear that Qingying poked out.

The folding fan rotated, and with the wrist of the white-faced scholar danced, the folding fan was closed, and the fan head was glowing with coldness.

Folding fans made of special materials can also be used as a weapon for killing.

Qingying let go of the soulless spear and reached out to take the white-faced scholar's empty door.

With his other hand, he went up a little and grabbed the white-faced scholar's wrist directly, and folded it suddenly.

The white-faced scholar looked pained, and reached out to grab the palm that reached up to his chest.

Unexpectedly, the corners of Qingying's mouth rose, and with a twist of his hand, he shook off the block, turned his palm into a fist, and slammed it on the chest of the white-faced scholar.

"Poof!"

The white-faced scholar spurted out a mouthful of blood, feeling that the five internal organs were about to be shattered, and before he could stabilize his body, Qingying brought a whirlwind and appeared in front of the white-faced scholar, kicking the white-faced scholar in the lower abdomen.

The white-faced scholar's face was distorted, and he no longer had the image of the previous handsome son, and his face was hideous.

With a loud shout, the white-faced scholar threw the folding fan in his hand, turned around and ran to the tent, and if he continued to fight like this, he was not far from death.

Block the folding fan casually, and the folding fan draws an arc in the air, inserting it into the ground, reflecting silver light, lonely and lonely.

The white-faced scholar can actually compete with him, but years of drunken dreams and the feeling of being in control of everything make him not want to risk his own life.

He was scared.

Qingying's eyes are flat, is this kind of person worthy of being called a master?

The white-faced scholar staggered towards the tent, getting closer and closer.

Qingying stepped aside and picked up the Soulless Spear.

When the white-faced scholar was about to touch the tent, a sound of breaking the air came from behind him.

The white-faced scholar's face was frightened, and when he looked back, he suddenly despaired.

Laugh at!

The soulless spear was inserted into the white-faced scholar's chest and planted on the ground, and a bloody corpse hung in the air, blood ticking.