"Uncle Shi, why did you come with you?" Ling Yu said with a slightly strange feeling.

Xiao Chen smiled faintly: "After sleeping for so many days, you have to be active, let's talk about it." I came to this Purple Flame Sect, and I haven't walked around in a serious way, don't talk nonsense, lead the way. ”

Seeing this scene, the gray-clothed disciple was secretly shocked in his heart, what is the origin of this white-clothed man.

In a word, Senior Uncle Ling Yu really didn't speak.

You must know that Senior Uncle Ling Yu is the first core disciple, and he is young, only in his twenties.

It is very likely that he will become the youngest true disciple in the history of the Purple Flame Sect.

He also worshipped the sect's Dinghai god needle leaf wind as a teacher, and was involved with the legendary Panhuangdu, and the future is limitless.

Within the sect, many elders didn't dare to show Uncle Shi's face, and they had to politely call Uncle Shi when they met.

But in front of this man in white, Uncle Shi has no temper at all, which is really strange and incomprehensible.

The three of them shuttled quickly between the mountain road, and after a short time, they came to a mountain peak surrounded by clouds and mist, hanging alone in all directions.

Next to the old tree in the peak, there is a simple and atmospheric pavilion, gathering many disciples of the Purple Yan Sect.

There were two disciples of the Purple Yan Sect lying next to them, their faces were pale and painful.

In front of the pavilion, on the bench, a purple-haired young man led the way, leading many core disciples wearing Shenxiaomen costumes, each with a hint of a smile on their faces.

Their eyes were all looking ahead, hovering high in the air, shrouded in fairy clouds and mist.

In the ring, there are two people fighting fiercely, a man and a woman. The male is the core disciple of the Shenxiao Sect, and the female is the core disciple of the Ziyan Sect, which is the senior sister Bai in the mouth of the gray-clothed disciple.

"Worship Jianfeng!"

At the entrance, a stone tablet was written with three big characters of ancient strength, Xiao Chen thought about it and understood some reasons.

"Brother Lu, Brother Lan, what's wrong with you!"

Ling Yu looked at the two frail people in the pavilion, their faces changed greatly, and one of them dodged and broke in.

"Uncle Junior, didn't you tell you not to come?" the two of them said in a deep voice with slightly angry faces.

"In this case, I am the first person in the core disciple, how can I not come. ”

Ling Yu didn't care, got up to check the injuries of the two, and his face became gloomy.

Lei Mang entered the body, the tibia was damaged, and within two months, there was no way to recover, so ruthless!

"Feng Yu, you bastard, don't you want to be so ruthless!"

Ling Yu was furious, got up and looked at the purple-haired young man who was the leader of the Shenxiao Sect, and scolded angrily.

The purple-haired young man smiled and said nothing: "Both of my factions have a worship sword, just to facilitate the exchange of disciples of the two factions, the fists and feet are ruthless, the swords are eyeless, and they fight each other, and it is inevitable that they will be a little uncontrollable." Brother Ling, why are you angry!"

"What is it called, fair discussion, I have mercy from my subordinates, what do you want this guy to do?"

The Divine Heaven Sect martial artist who injured the core disciple of the Purple Flame Sect got up and glanced at Ling Yu with disdain, without the slightest remorse.

Worship Jianfeng, all sects and sects, all have similar locations.

That is the face of a sect, and no sect will cancel the worship of Jianfeng, which is tantamount to showing weakness, which is a great shame for the sect.

will be laughed at and looked down upon by all sects.

Setting this peak also has the effect of motivating the disciples, the world of martial artists is the weak and the strong, and the strong respect the weak and humiliate.

It's just that in recent years, very few disciples of the Ziyan Sect have gone to Shenxiao Gate to worship Jianfeng, and they are all the other party who comes to tease.

This time, the other party came prepared.

Obviously, he wanted to attack the core disciples of the Purple Flame Sect, so that they could not enter the demon battlefield after two months, and reduce competition.

The ruthlessness of the shot was unexpected.

Rumble!

While speaking, on the ring, the delicate woman was struck out by a thunderbolt.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation in all directions, and the eyes of the disciples of the Ziyan Sect were full of anger and unwillingness.

Three wins in a row!

Another three-game losing streak, except for a few occasional exceptions, over the years, the core disciples of Shenxiao Sect and the core disciples of Ziyan Sect have fought against each other, and there will be a three-game losing streak.

There is no other reason, Shenxiao Sect has developed over the years, and the younger disciples have already surpassed the Ziyan Sect.

The momentum is extremely fierce, and almost every year, geniuses are born, steadily overpowering the Purple Yan Sect.

"Uncle Junior, who notified you to come, isn't it in retreat?"

The delicate woman looked at Ling Yu and said with a hint of reproach, but beyond her words, she was full of concern like the two senior brothers.

Feng Yu, a purple-haired young man from Shenxiaomen, Zhizhu was in his hand, and said with a faint smile: "Don't mother-in-law, mother-in-law, I'm tired of watching bitter love dramas." Ling Yu's time for you to make a move, I want to think about who to send this time, let you win the last game, and save some face for your Purple Flame Sect. ”

When the words fell, the core disciples of Shenxiao Sect all laughed.

It's been like this all these years, after three consecutive defeats, Ling Yu came out and won a game, and then this purple-haired young man came out in the finale and defeated Ling Yu.

The same drama is staged almost every few months.

Every time there will be no exception, in the blessed land of Dongxuan Mountain, the little thunder knife Feng Yu is like Ling Yu's nemesis, crushing him to death.

"Hehe, senior brother, let me come. This time, perhaps, it may not be your turn to make a move. ”

The Shenxiao Sect disciple who had injured the two people of the Purple Flame Sect earlier was not afraid and teased again.

Little Thunder Dao Feng Yu, always with a smile on his face, always in control of the overall situation, said with a smile: "Please, Brother Ling Yu." ”

Ling Yu clenched his fists angrily, knowing that it was a game, but in this case, he had to be led by the other party's nose.

"Senior Brother Fang, be careful. This Ling Yu should have some opportunities recently, I look at his breath, and his strength has improved a lot. "Little Thunder Dao Feng Yu secretly passed on the message to his junior brother.

"Senior brother, don't worry, I'm not stupid. This guy should have obtained some heavenly treasures, but he has not yet been completely refined. It will definitely not be the other party of the senior brother, I will help the senior brother to find out the bottom first. ”

They are all core disciples of the Four Grades Sect, and the people of the Shenxiao Sect, although they are arrogant, they are not stupid.

Feng Yu's heart was immediately relieved, without any worries, he continued to look at Ling Yu and said, "Brother Ling Yu, what's the matter, my junior brother has already appeared, you won't even have this bit of courage." ”

Xiao Chen saw everything in his eyes and was about to stop it, but Ling Yu couldn't hold his breath, his body jumped, and he landed in the ring.

"This kid ......"

sighed slightly in his heart, Xiao Chen also understood, after all, he was a young man, and he couldn't really do it, so he was not shocked by the humiliation, and he had no intention of staying.

In the current situation, we must endure it for a while.

After absorbing and refining all the life juice sources, go to your own hands and hone them well. Wait until your strength is really refined, and then kill him to worship the sword blade of the Divine Sky Gate, and beat this face back ten times and a hundred times.

In one fell swoop, thwart the opponent's sharpness.

Instead of being like Ling Yu now, with a sense of resentment and helplessness, he walked onto the battle platform.

"Shen Xiao Sect core disciple Fang Yun, Brother Ling Yu, please give me a lot of advice!"

On the ring, the disciples of Shenxiao Sect bowed their hands.

"Purple Flame Sect, Ling Yu, please advise!"

Ling Yu looked at the smile on the other party's face, and he couldn't control the anger in his heart, and as soon as the words fell, he punched over.

His angry punch was extremely powerful, and the sound of the fist wind breaking through the air was heard in all directions.

Little Thunder Dao Feng Yu nodded slightly, his judgment was correct, this Ling Yu's strength had indeed improved a lot.

However, everything is still under control.

Fang Yun had been advanced in advance, and he was not too surprised by Ling Yu, whose strength had increased greatly.

The figure flashed, leaving a remnant of thunder and lightning, temporarily avoiding its edge.

On the ring, Ling Yu's strength made the eyes of the disciples of the Ziyan Sect light up, and they couldn't help but focus their eyes on the ring again.

Although Ling Yu was angry, he did not lose his mind, what he wanted was to fight quickly and retain his strength.

Then he fought against the little thunder knife Feng Yu and rewrote all the humiliation he had suffered before.

Relying on the golden life juice source given to him by Xiao Chen, his strength has increased greatly in the past few days, and he has extremely strong confidence in defeating Feng Yu.

Xiao Chen was slightly surprised, this little junior nephew was really a little unexpected.

The fist technique seems to be powerful and domineering, but in fact, the strength is just right, and every time he makes a move, he does not waste the slightest excess true element.

The pace was disorderly, but it forced Fang Yun of the Divine Sky Gate to a dead end step by step.

If he can't use his fists and kicks at all, he maybe, without even having the opportunity to shoot with all his strength, he will be embarrassed and defeated.

Interestingly, the progress is really not ordinary.

Xiao Chen secretly said in his heart, perhaps, this time Ling Yu may not be able to create a miracle.