Zhuo Yun propped his hands on the ground and slowly moved backwards, his face showing obscene joy, "Thank you, thank you, I will definitely be a man with my tail between my legs in the future, and I don't want to be a cultivator again." ”

The thunderbolt fell from the sky, and a giant sword fell to the ground, smashing the ground into a large pit, and sparks of iron and stone flew away.

The binding thunder force left the giant sword, like a long snake wrapped around Zhuo Yun chasing towards it, the man screamed, and after an instant, it turned into coke, Fang Ping glanced at the coke blankly, "Since he is a ranger, of course he has to die at the hands of the person who defeated him." ”

It turned out that this person didn't intend to let go of Zhuo Yun, who had an embarrassing character.

Two more people came from the sky, one was carrying a long sword, and there was a simple jade wall on his right arm, which did not look like a spiritual treasure, and the other had an ugly face, which did not look like a good kind, and there were two wings on his back, and one wing fluttered, and the person was faster.

But it's Ji Qingxuan.

The one with the jade wall in his hand is Hua Wuji.

The two of them stood on the platform one left and one right, everyone watched coldly, and they had no intention of stopping it.

"Hua Wuji, don't stop me, Lao Tzu wants to beat this kid hard. Although Ji Qingxuan was reckless, he also saw that Fang Ping had some ways, and he still couldn't do the things of bullying widows with the public.

Hua Wuji glanced at him and made a gesture of invitation, "You have a good relationship with Senior Brother Nan, this kid should be cleaned up by you." ”

The birdman ignored him again, and with a flap of his wings, the golden steel feathers glittering in the sunlight.

"The surname Fang, it seems that you have a great opportunity, Lao Tzu has come to ask for advice!" The winged man did not answer to Fang Ping at all, and when the wings fluttered, thousands of iron feathers had already flown out from under his flanks.

It seems that the goose feathers and heavy snow in the middle of winter keep flying out, endlessly, and the source of the snow is this reckless sky.

The Demon Sect cultivates demonic qi, this Ji Qingxuan's demonic qi is not exhausted, and he is deeply distressed, and it is inevitable that he will feel self-pity in his heart, and whenever he performs the exercises, he may not hide it.

Fortunately, his demonic qi blessed this golden spirit iron feather, making the demonic qi feel like a wind spirit, and it still looked like that.

Fang Ping's figure flashed continuously on the platform, or bent over, or stride and run, or crouched on the ground, he was dozens of zhang away from the winged man, and his movements were ten zhang closer to Ji Qingxuan every time he changed.

His person is like electricity, and there is not a single gap between the iron feathers, filling the range of thousands of feet, and he can't get a point on him at all.

If the iron feather breathed out the number of 100,000, then after the number of millions, that Fang Ping had already arrived in front of the birdman.

Ji Qingxuan's face was red, and a phantom appeared around him, the phantom seemed to be about to come out of his body, and his body had already revealed black gas, and the black gas was gloomy, but it was demonic nature that was about to come out of his body.

Oh!

There was a wild roar, and its whistling sound was extremely clear, as if the ancient beast would be startled from the wilderness.

The image of the ancient demon bird in the black qi was gradually revealed, and Ji Qingxuan could no longer control himself.

Hoarse...... Hoarse!

Everyone has seen that the ground has given birth to countless old tree roots that are like long insects with scars and entanglements, and the wood in the roots is clear, spread on the ground less than ten zhang, giving people the feeling that the wood is like a jungle of ancient trees.

In the blink of an eye, the root of the tree had climbed to Ji Qingxuan, who was about to appear, and the demonic energy was felt by the wood intention of the root, and he was immediately restrained, and the winged man still roared, and finally had some humanity again.

Gradually, the roar gradually stopped, and finally there was a feeling of hoarseness, the roots of the tree still contracted, and in the end, only Ji Qingxuan, who kept panting, was left, and those roots never left his body, "Elder Long, can you loosen it a little, why are you tying me so tightly?"

Ji Qingxuan came to his senses, and he already roughly knew what was going on with him, so he was just pretending to be confused at this time.

The human and ancient tree-like Long Ying fell from it, and between the palms of their hands, tender green branches and buds had been withdrawn into their bodies, "Do you know what happened?"

The man didn't care about Ji Qingxuan, he looked back at Fang Ping, looking the young man up and down, "I heard Lei Xing say that you had an adventure?"

Fang Ping had stopped his movements when Ji Qingxuan was about to transform, and at this time, he was opposite Long Ying, and he didn't answer.

Long Ying snorted coldly, "You have such a great ability, how about giving you a Qingluan alternate ranking?" That's what I Long Ying said. He looked at the seats of the elders.

Those elders and old men had stunned expressions on their faces, and no one raised objections, Long Ying was only under Lu Ji, and his prestige was extremely high, since he said so, it seemed that this matter was decided.

Fang Ping sighed, his wrist holding the hilt of the sword stuck in the sheath behind his back, "The things that are sent are often not good things, maybe one day you may die for the things you sent." Then he turned and looked into the distance.

Far away, a long bell rang, and it was the bell that rang in the fog, and seeing that the sun was about to set, he pointed to the bell tower, "Some things are better to get by yourself." ”

"Great, great, I didn't expect Fang Ping you to have such ambition, it's similar to what I thought, the things you send are often a bit pit, people can only rely on themselves, in my opinion, brother, your combat power is much stronger than mine, and I don't have anything to compete for the position of the candidate on this Qingluan list. ”

The person who was laughing was Hua Wuji, the swordsman who was ready to go, and the jade wall in his hand was trembling, after Fang Ping easily knocked down Ji Qingxuan, his attitude changed three hundred and sixty degrees, and he almost clapped his hands in celebration.

Fang Ping glanced at the man coldly.

provoked Hua Wuji to laugh dryly, then he made a joke and stepped back, not daring to look at Fang Ping again.

The bell still rings, and after the bell rings, it seems that the door of the old house in the mountains has been opened, and the clouds and mist keep drifting, and there is a breeze blowing, and after the breeze, the gate is clearer and clearer, and the door has been opened.

Three people came out of it and walked on foot, as if walking in the mountains, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the ten directions.

One of them is in the lead, and he still looks a little posture, in his early twenties, he looks like a genius disciple with outstanding cultivation, and there is an inextinguishable oil lamp flying around beside him, which makes people feel a little interesting.

The oil lamp was just an ordinary standard, made of brass, and the brass had been smoked black, and the wick on the outside was extremely short, and it was not short, so that the light was also very short, so short that it was so short that it quickly shrank into the mouth of the oil pot, and if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't be able to see it.

The faint smell of burning grease wafted through the air, with the occasional hint of black smoke.

Behind him a woman and a swordsman in white stood side by side, the swordsman was extremely slender, his body shape looked incongruous, his face was narrow and long, and a pair of eyes almost touched his ears, this person was a bit of a fox.

The woman's face was like mutton fat and white jade, and her eyes were more brilliant than the stars in the starry sky, and with every step, the ground seemed to give birth to pearl flowers that were both real and illusory, and the sleeves of her clothes were indecently long, completely covering a pair of hands in it.

These are three of Lu Ji's most proud disciples, and they are as their name suggests.

The swordsman is Chen Wan's elder brother, Chen Guan.