When the cold purple mist enveloped the house, Jun Qianluo's heart flashed a little bad, because he could sense that this mist had actually made him lose his sense of direction, and when the diffuse mist eroded his body, Jun Qianluo obviously felt that his speed had slowed down a lot. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This has not yet been officially confronted, it is the speed of the other party, Jun Qianluo's heart felt slightly awe-inspiring, his heart moved, in the green cyclone in the lower abdomen of the body, a wisp of purple ice flame vitality suddenly differentiated, purple ice flame vitality quickly circulated along the meridians, and after an instant, Jun Qianluo's body shook slightly, and the faint purple vitality Zen clothes completely wrapped his body in it, and on the surface of the vitality Zen clothes, wisps of purple ice flames rose up, burning those cold mist that invaded the body into nothingness.

Possessed by the Yuanqi Zen clothes, Jun Qianluo obviously felt that his state had improved a lot, and at the moment his palm was tightly held on the Xuanbing Ridge behind him, and he pulled it hard, and with a soft sound, Chongling inserted a deep mark on the ground.

The palm of his hand clenched the heavy edge, and Jun Qianluo's gaze cautiously swept over the cold mist around him.

When Jun Qianluo was possessed by the purple vitality Zen robe with purple ice flames, a low startling sound was obviously heard from the surrounding purple mist, obviously, the mysterious old man did not expect that Jun Qianluo would be able to summon the vitality Zen robe with cold flames.

"Old gentleman, I have no malice in the middle, and I don't want to disturb the old gentleman's seclusion, but this remnant picture is extremely important to me, please be accommodating!" Eyes swept around, Jun Qianluo shouted loudly.

"Hmph, I worked hard to get this thing, although I still don't know what it is for more than ten years of research, but I can at least know that the secret contained in it is definitely not small, and I want to hand it over to you for no reason, dreaming!" In the cold mist, the old man sneered.

Frowning slightly, Jun Qianluo just wanted to speak again, but his heart was fierce, and the heavy edge in his hand was quickly inserted in front of him, and then his body quickly hid behind him.

"Poof..."With the slight sound of breaking wind, several purple ice spikes burst out from the mist, and finally clanged on the Xuan Ice Ridge in front of Jun Qianluo.

After the ice spike hit the Xuan Bing Ridge Body, it suddenly turned into a pool of ice water, covering the Ridge Body, and at this time, Jun Qianluo's palm holding the ridge handle was aware of a cold feeling, which kept surging towards the body.

His face changed slightly, Jun Qianluo flicked his fingers, and a purple cold flame appeared from his palm, and then quickly wiped it on the edge, and all the frost and cold qi on it melted away.

"Huh? Purple Flame? I didn't expect you to be so bold at such a young age, so it's no wonder you have such courage. Looking at Jun Qianluo's actions, the old man hidden in the mist said in surprise again.

Jun Qianluo squinted his eyes slightly, did not answer, his eyes were tightly locked on the white mist around him, and his steps slowly followed the memory route in his mind before.

"Although the strength of the damn thing is not as good as before, it is not difficult to clean up your hairy boy!" Sensing Jun Qianluo's secret move, in the white mist, the old man sneered, and a white shadow suddenly rushed out, almost like a flash of lightning, approaching Jun Qianluo.

The old man who suddenly rushed in made Dejun Qianluo's face slightly startled, his palm clenched the heavy edge, and he unceremoniously smashed it against the figure in front of him.

Looking at the giant ridge mixed with the sound of oppressive wind, the old man's dry hands quickly formed a knot, and shouted softly: "Ice spirit! ”

As the old man's handprint ended, the purple mist in front of him suddenly flipped rapidly, and an instant later, a transparent ice mirror about half a meter long and wide suddenly condensed in front of him.

"Bang!" The heavy ridge slashed down, and finally smashed heavily on the ice mirror, suddenly, Jun Qianluo's face changed suddenly, and he found that in his perception, when his heavy edge split on the ice mirror, a strong rebound force was weirdly reversed, and finally Jun Qianluo, who was caught off guard, was shocked and shot backwards.

Looking at Jun Qianluo, whose face was slightly pale and shot out backwards, the old man sneered again, and with a wave of his palm, dozens of spiral ice spikes took shape rapidly in front of him, and then with the wave of the old man's hand, he roared at Jun Qianluo and shot away.

The soles of his feet rubbed on the ground for a distance, Jun Qianluo looked up at the large number of ice spike attacks mixed with the cold breath, his brows furrowed slightly, the soles of his feet suddenly stepped on the ground, and with a sound of energy explosion, his body rushed up.

Being in mid-air to dodge the attack of the ice spike, Jun Qianluo's body spun suddenly, and the Xuan Bing Ridge in his hand came out with the help of the power of rotation, and shot angrily at the old man.

The heavy edges flew out, and under the blessing of several powers, it was as if it had torn through the air, and there was a faint purple arc that appeared on its surface.

Looking at the Xuan Bing Ridge that shot at him, the old man raised his eyebrows in surprise, and the young man in front of him gave him too much surprise.

However, surprise to surprise, the old man did not have the slightest softness when he started his hand, his palms opened and closed, and countless fine Xiaoice filaments were condensed, and the palms were thrown, and the ice silk rose to the sky, and then the heavy ridge was overwhelmingly entwined, and in just a moment, the heavy ridge was wrapped in a thick layer of purple ice silk.

Under the entanglement of this overwhelming ice silk, the fierce energy carried on the heavy ridge was being rapidly dissolved, and when it was only half a meter above the old man's head, it finally came to a complete standstill.

Casually glancing at the heavy ridge on the top of his head that was tightly wrapped by ice silk, the old man sneered, shook his palm, and under the entanglement of the ice silk, the heavy ridge whined and spun in mid-air, and then turned around suddenly, and smashed angrily at Jun Qianluo, who was in mid-air and had nowhere to borrow his strength.

Under the trend of the old man, the strength carried by Chongling is not much weaker than the previous shot that Jun Qianluo tried his best, if he is hit, Jun Qianluo will not escape the end of serious injury.

Looking at the heavy ridge that was getting closer and closer, Jun Qianluo shook his head helplessly, his back shook slightly, and the purple feather suddenly ejected out, his wings fluttered, and his body rose rapidly, and finally dodged the flying heavy ridge.

"Huh? Metaverse Wing? Looking at the wings that ejected from Jun Qianluo's back, the old man's pupils shrank slightly, and he said in astonishment, and after a while, he shook his head and frowned: "It's not like a Yuan Qi Wing, isn't it... Is it a flying martial art? ”

"Good guy, why is your kid full of treasures?" Shaking his head slowly, the old man said in amazement.

Ignoring how much shock the purple feather brought to the old man, Jun Qianluo took advantage of his clone, his body suddenly pounced, and the purple cold flame on his palm condensed, and with a flick of his fingers, a wisp of purple ice flame burst out, and finally assimilated all the ice threads that connected the heavy edges.

Losing the drive of the ice silk, the Xuan Bing Ridge fell rapidly, Jun Qianluo's wings fluttered, and his body quickly rushed down, and the purple ice flame on the palm of his hand was between the ten fingers, and the wisps of tiny cold flames brushed away all the ice silk on the Xuan Bing Ridge.

After the ice silk was completely removed, Jun Qianluo dared to hold the Xuan Bing Ridge in his hand again, holding the heavy ridge, his wings vibrated rapidly again, and Jun Qianluo's body suddenly rose into the sky.

Standing below, the old man looked at Jun Qianluo, who was about to break out of the house directly, and his face couldn't help but be filled with a touch of ridicule and banter.

Jun Qianluo's figure rose rapidly, but just after the purple feather vibrated twice, he suddenly felt that not far above his head, a cold cold air was constantly emanating out.

Feeling this cold air, Jun Qianluo's heart tightened slightly, and the heavy ridge in his hand suddenly stabbed angrily above his head.

"Bell!"

The heavy edge of the upper thorn seemed to have touched something, and there was a crisp sound, and at the same time, several small pieces of ice slowly fell, and finally smashed on Jun Qianluo's face, the cold feeling made his heart sink slightly, he didn't expect that the old guy could turn the entire room into a hard ice cellar in such a short time.

Giving up the plan to forcibly break the hole, Jun Qianluo's wings slowly flapped, his figure dropped a lot, and he looked coldly at the old man standing in the white mist.

"Tsk, the rare flying martial arts, the strange purple cold flames, and the weird body martial arts, far exceed the strength of the middle stage of the ordinary martial arts state of mind, boy, are you the sect master of the Mountain Xing Sect? Or are they the young masters of those transcendent families? Or is it royalty? Raising his head and looking at Jun Qianluo with purple and black wings in mid-air, the old man asked.

Jun Qianluo licked his lips, stared at the old man cautiously, and did not answer.

"But even if you're who I say you are, there's no way you're going to leave here today with the map fragments." The palm of his hand touched the scar on the old man's face, and the old man's voice began to gradually turn cold.

"Although you have a variety of unique skills, but you are just a martial artist in the martial arts realm, and your strength is only about the same as that of an ordinary martial artist in the early stage of the martial arts realm, although my strength has been greatly reduced now, it is not difficult to clean you up." The old man said lightly: "Hand over the things, I'll let you go, and I don't want to be ruined by someone to ruin my years of seclusion." ”

Looking at this stubborn old man, Jun Qianluo sighed helplessly, and said with a wry smile in his heart: "Master, it seems that only you have made a move, I am indeed not his opponent, even if his strength is no longer what it used to be, but as he said, it is not difficult to clean me up." ”

"Hehe, it's really not difficult, after all, you are two levels apart, and that guy's martial arts skills will not be weaker than yours, the previous confrontation is just a trial, if he is really serious, you can't last five rounds." Nan Yejia's voice sounded in Jun Qianluo's heart.

Jun Qianluo nodded with a wry smile, and after a short confrontation with the old man, he naturally knew his strength, if he hadn't been able to transform his wings now, I am afraid that he would have been captured a long time ago.

"Hmm... Leave it to me, I'll take control of your body for the time being. ”

For this, Nan Yejia did not refuse, he knew that even if he wanted to use actual combat to train Jun Qianluo, there was a boundary, and with Jun Qianluo's initial combat power in the Martial Source Realm, it was undoubtedly just looking for abuse.

"Old man, I said that I am bound to get this map fragment!" Nodding slightly, Jun Qianluo lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders at the old man, and suddenly slowly closed his eyes.

Looking at Jun Qianluo's strange behavior, the old man was slightly stunned, his brows furrowed slightly, but after a while, his face changed suddenly, and he found that a fierce momentum that was not inferior to him in the slightest suddenly slowly emanated from the young man's body in mid-air.

"How is that possible?" Feeling the rising momentum, the old man's plain face finally showed a touch of shock.

(To be continued)

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