"Inheritance, opportunity, has finally come!"

It's a dreamy feeling, as if it was a hug at that moment.

Hao Jian jumped down the top of the mountain, standing on the gentle slope, breathing deep in the air, and looking up at the falling stairs.

Unleashing his spiritual power, he found that a large number of disciples had gathered within a radius of three or five miles around him, and after a cursory look, he did not have a familiar figure, not even the shadow of the disciples of the Beichuan Palace.

Come to think of it, those personal disciples shouldn't be able to hold back their temperament, and characters like Qi Beigui won't be afraid of this ladder to the sky, right?

"Tens of thousands of warriors, none of them are as good as tigers and wolves, looking at this posture, the weakness of human nature is completely revealed. ”

The more surprised the eyes, the more amused Hao Jian felt, and these people just waited for the stairs to be laid out on the ground, and directly rushed up.

Hao Jian was thinking about whether he would blend in with the crowd now, or wait for a moment when the stairs really fell to the ground before stepping forward.

There are pros and cons to both.

This is a disadvantage, people who don't have a sect are afraid of being provoked by some unsightly martial artists, Hao Jian really didn't have the heart to slap his face or anything at this time, he finally recovered most of it, and he was a little annoyed when he smelled the strong smell of blood on his clothes, and he had no intention of taking care of others.

On the plus side, it should be said that you can see up close how other warriors find death......

"Hmph, you can really come whatever you want!"

Suddenly, Hao Jian's spiritual power that he explored saw a familiar figure, no, it should be said that it was a familiar costume......

"Shui Fu'er?"

He and Shui Xun'er don't know each other, maybe in Beichuan Palace, he knows no one else except his sister, Zhuge Yunxi and the mysterious Yanlu.

The rest is just a bunch of clowns who have been slapped in the face.

"At least one sect doesn't have to worry about being stabbed in the back, right?"

I secretly thought in my heart, this woman looks very slender, and she is a little calm at the moment, and she seems to be a little afraid of the warriors around her.

In fact, in such a group of people, she is indeed too brilliant.

"That's her!"

As soon as his mind moved, the soles of Hao Jian's feet became windy, and he jumped away, and the aura of the Martial King completely exploded, and the body was extremely cold and rolled up a burst of fallen leaves, and it disappeared into the distance.

A distance of a few miles, it only takes a few cups of tea for Lingxubu to exert all his strength.

The familiar green mountains and dense forests behind him have been thrown away, leaving traces of what once existed, and when they stayed, looking back, or lingering, they have become passers-by, and the secret realm of Jiuqu is just nothing more than people.

......

......

"Hehe, isn't this the water smoker of the Beichuan Palace?

A slightly mocking tone rang out from the crowd, and a large crowd forcibly separated the gravel pavement, carving out a path for people to pass.

A hint of disgust flashed through Shui Xun'er's sideburns, and she didn't bother with the man, because she knew who this person was.

"Yohe, don't you care about me, although your Beichuan Hall is powerful, but you don't want to see where this is?"

In my eyes, a tall man walked out of the crowd, and what did not match his figure was the appearance of the fat head and big ears, the greasy face formed a membrane, and the fat lips were disgusting to look at.

Wearing a purple robe, this is a disciple of the Xuanming Sect.

"Hehe, boss, you see that this Shui Xun'er is only a ninth-order martial spirit cultivator, and she doesn't even have a disciple of the Beichuan Hall by her side, so it's not as good as us?"

Beside him was a group of Martial Spirit Eighth Order disciples, looking at Shui Xun'er not far away with lewd eyes.

"Haha. With a long laugh, "How can I say that Du Shaofu is also a righteous gentleman, so naturally I want to ask Miss Shui Xun'er if she agrees?"

The large group of people around him didn't say anything, they didn't have any idea of heroes saving beauty, seeing that the people were powerful, this Du Shaofu was a cultivator of the ninth order of martial spirits, and there were seven or eight eighth-order disciples of martial spirits standing beside him.

In the mood to watch the play, the staircase has not fully touched the ground anyway.

"How about it? Shui Xun'er, follow this son to definitely protect you on this ladder. ”

Walking forward, Du Shaofu's meaty face and eyes narrowed into a line, staring at Shui Xun'er, and looking at her height from time to time.

"Looking for death!" Shui Xun'er snorted, very angry, knowing that she would definitely not come here alone.

The aura roared, and Shui Xun'er sprayed a water-blue aura in one hand, and hit two or three magic decisions and rushed directly towards Du Shaofu.

Obviously, it is also the ninth order of martial spirits, Du Shaofu is not simple, his speed is extremely fast, in the blink of an eye, a purple aura condensed in his palm, surrounding him, and the solid brilliance flows, "It's really a toast and don't eat and drink!"

Apparently he was a little angry.

"Boom. "A bang.

The blue aura that cracked everywhere all hit the streamer purple, and it didn't crack, not even the slightest trace fell, Shui Xun'er was surprised, just now it took two-thirds of his strength, it couldn't be impossible to leave even the slightest trace, right?

"Hahaha, the people of the Beichuan Hall are rampant, do you really think that the extreme southern region is powerful in the inheritance of your Beichuan Hall Sect? I think that my Xuanming Sect was not weak in you Beichuan back then!"

Du Shaofu suddenly turned his hand sideways, and a huge purple palm mark quickly condensed between his palms, exuding a fierce momentum, and he could hit Shui Xun'er with just a thought.

Moreover, in his opinion, this blow must have been seriously injured!

"What's the matter? Do you choose to give in to my son's hands or take this blow?"

grinning, looking at Shui Xun'er evilly, the delicate curve at the corner of the face, the perfect posture highlighted by a robe, and the long hair fluttering happily, it is completely a living charm.

"Humph!"

Shui Xun'er snorted coldly, this voice completely showed her position, with a slightly ethereal voice, how big can the gap between the same martial spirit ninth order be?

"Shui Xun'er, I'm going to decide on you!"

Du Shaofu was full of energy, his eyes were anxious, and he completely forgot about the gentleman's covenant, how could he let go of such a beauty in front of him, and his strength might not be able to beat him?

Unless he is rootless.

"Xuan Ming Palm!"

With a loud shout, the surrounding martial spirits felt such a powerful momentum and dispersed to both sides, for fear of flying into trouble, and the purple palm prints that pierced the sky were all over the sky.

The gloomy sky, the whistling cold air, and the strong blades that rushed towards the face blew the water smoke.

The green silk in front of the spread forehead felt a little haggard, let the strength blow, helpless, she can only make a move now, there is no disciple of the Beichuan Hall in the four places, even if there is a martial spirit eighth order!

It's just that it's a kind of sustenance......

The dispersed gale blew the robe, and after a few arrows breathing, Shui Xun'er raised his hand again, and several supreme dharma decisions were sent out one after another, and the debris of the collapsed sky merged into a vast and wanton rain.

It's a touch-and-go trend.