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"The secret technique of the little sage Jin Yi has appeared, and he has a glimpse of it, and he has not come here in vain!"

Everyone was very excited, although the two treasures could not be seen thoroughly, but only a general look made everyone excited and trembling.

"Fairy Qingyao, how about we make a few moves?" Ning Tian, who was dressed in white, with his hands behind his back, looked at the beautiful and abnormal Qing Yao, and said lightly.

"Yes." Fairy Qingyao looked very indifferent and didn't like to talk, but just responded softly.

"Please advise." Ning Tian and Fairy Qing Yao quickly killed, their movements were light and elegant, as if two immortals were fighting, one after another purple qi, one after another brilliant immortal Dao laws collided with each other, and they were also extremely tragic.

Everyone felt that the trip was worthwhile, not to mention anything else, and these two sets of battles alone were dizzying.

And Yang Han also watched silently, the strongest people in the Eight Mansions fought together, which touched him deeply, if he went up to fight them, he felt that the chance of winning was really not great.

What surprised him the most was that Ning Tian's strength was unexpectedly powerful. Actually qualified to fight with these strongest demons.

Tuoba Yan came, his face was flat, but he clenched his fists from time to time, and there was a firelight across the sky, which showed that he actually had a shot.

There is also Yin Lie, this atavistic ancestor of the Yin family, carrying a pair of golden wings, full of golden light, the fighting spirit has climbed to the peak, and he wants to join in the battle, a blood spirit sword appears in his palm, and he really wants to pierce through it all with one sword!

On the other side, Shakyamuni sat in the void, and a round of Buddha printing behind him emitted immeasurable light, enveloping his body, and he watched the battle here.

In addition to them, there were several young kings, with indifferent expressions, all watching the battle.

"This is really a magnificent era, there are too many masters of the same generation, I really want to go up and have a good fight." Yang Han muttered to himself, looking at the major masters, his eyes were hot, but he didn't make a move after all, because the timing was wrong.

"Bang!"

After the final blow between the young adults of the Supreme Sect and Xiao Wuxian, the two of them retreated, and did not make another move, but looked at the people nearby, and tacitly agreed not to fight again.

In fact, at their level, they are all people who are difficult to defeat, and they will not easily decide to live and die, and now they are just warming up first.

Ning Tian and Qing Yao also separated, stopping each other.

After a brief confrontation, they each retreated to one side, and the battle ended. However, people were very excited, and they all knew that there would be a great war in the future, and that they would not leave their hands behind.

As for the battles in the Eight Mansions Genius War, there are many battles, and many life-saving hole cards and peerless treasures will not be used easily.

The crowd dispersed, but the people did not give up, and continued to search, trying to find the fat man.

It is rumored that the perimeter was cordoned off, and many people expected that the fat man would not be able to escape and hide in this area to recuperate.

Yang Han haunted the mountains, and for several days in a row, he also saw several young kings, but he didn't do anything, because he really couldn't do it, and in the end he couldn't find anyone, so Yang Han could only return to Yangjia Village again to rest for a few days.

"Huh!" On this day, looming, Yang Han felt a spiritual aura, very strong, and it actually came from the mountain cliff.

This place is close to Yang Village, generally speaking, those strong people will not come here, relatively speaking, they are still very restrained, and they will not destroy a tribe for no reason.

"There are a few snow monkeys there, they are very powerful, and the adult snow monkeys are in the same realm as the guardian spirit of my village." A teenager told Yang Han.

The snow monkey is a powerful beast, and although it has built a nest near Yang Village, it has always been safe with each other and has never had a conflict.

This snow monkey has a spirit surname, so it will pay attention to these things, and will not easily kill the huge number of human races.

"Something seems to be the case." Yang Han felt that the snow monkey was very uneasy, and he actually fled, and there was still the fragrance of medicine.

The people of Yang Village couldn't find it, he was not among them, his mind was keen, and he noticed the abnormality at the first time, and he rose into the air and came to the top of the cliff.

There is a cave here, which is not very large, and the cave is covered with soft golden grass, which is clean and comfortable. The inside is shiny white, and there are several cubs, all of which are the size of a leather ball, round and fluffy, snow-white.

Yang Han could see at a glance that one of them was different, not only did it have snow-white hair, but it also had a hint of gold in it, shining brightly, with a spiritual surname.

In particular, the moment they saw him, several other snow monkey cubs all screamed, only it retreated, its eyes widened, and it seemed to be surprised, slightly apprehensive, with a humane expression.

"How do you feel like you are in this kind of look?" Yang Han muttered.

Soon, the aura of that particular snow monkey cub was restrained, and its whole body did not shine, but the whole body was snow-white, and it still looked very different.

"Why did the female monkey flee in a panic just now, it's nothing here." Yang Han muttered to himself, his nose fluttered, and said, "There is the smell of treasure medicine." ”

"It's you, you just took a treasure medicine?" He stared at the particular cub, and the more he looked at it, the more surprised he became, and finally he couldn't help but grow his mouth.

"Why does it look a bit like a gibbon." Yang Han's chin almost fell to the ground, this was not an illusion, he leaned in and looked closely, it was really too similar, his arms were particularly slender, and the hair on his arms was slightly golden.

"Atavistic?" He knew that the ancestors of the snow monkeys could be traced back to the line of gibbons, but this one was too powerful.

He picked up the fluffy, ball-sized young monkey, teased it carefully, and put it in front of his eyes to examine and watch, but he knew that it had a great temper and seemed to be angry. A white paw reached out and stomped on his nose.

"Don't make a fuss." Yang Han grabbed it, touched the bones, and stretched its hair, more and more surprised, this monkey is definitely not ordinary, there is a mysterious light in its body, but it is very hazy, and it cannot be explored.

"Against the sky, there is an atavistic gibbon monkey in this litter of ordinary snow monkeys?" Yang Han really couldn't believe it, he was like a thief, he held the young monkey in his arms, and then jumped off the cliff.

Unexpectedly, the adult snow monkey in the distance was not anxious at all, and after seeing them leave together, he actually felt a sense of relief and ran back into the cave.

"Why is your mother a little afraid of you?" When Yang Han saw this scene, he muttered again.

The young monkey glared at him with disdain.

"Don't stare at me." Yang Han smacked it on the head.

As a result, the young monkey became angry and pounced on him, trying to scratch him in the face, in a desperate posture with him.

"No, I don't think this monkey looks like a human. It's weird, even if it's an atavistic ancestor, it's impossible to be psychic at such a young age, how can it seem to understand anything. Yang Han muttered to himself.

He picked up the white young monkey and turned it over to look at it, but the monkey was so angry that he bit one of his fingers and didn't say anything.

"Really weird?" Yang Han lifted it upside down and examined it carefully.

At this moment, from the cliff just now, a heart-rending scream suddenly came, shaking the entire village: "Xiaoxue, where is my Xiaoxue?" Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, which soul stole my little snow? Give her back to me quickly, or this Daoist will fight with you. ”

Yang Han was surprised when he heard this familiar scream, it was the dead fat man, who had been looking for so long and couldn't see anyone, and now he actually took the initiative to appear?