Although the practice forest was wide, it was not too big for thousands of Tianjian disciples. Some good places are naturally occupied by some powerful disciples and well-educated disciples, why blame Qiu for choosing this place is only a few high-quality places and not very energetic.

"He, brother, there's already someone here. "Seeing a bright light not far away, the students led by him complained about the sound of autumn.

Although I had not been to this place, all four disciples knew that this place must be occupied by powerful disciples. To avoid trouble, I hope he will choose again.

But he didn't know when Qiu climbed up to three generations of disciples, even Xu Haihuang.

"Afraid of the ball, let them go!" He Yuanqiu's voice was not hidden, and it spread to 4 weeks.

A few disciples who were practicing not far away naturally felt that he did not like the presence of others. Although he was afraid of the power he complained about, he was now lying in a chair, not fighting power. They don't want to be reprimanded and retreated like this. Otherwise, they would have known how to hang out around the Heavenly Sword Gate. "Why complain about the autumn, don't be too crazy, for your injury, I can't wait to care about you, you leave quickly!" a young disciple in a black robe spoke loudly, but his eyes turned to the four concentric disciples, and his eyes were full of intense killing.

Of course, the four disciples knew about the man in the black robe, so they were more afraid. They immediately lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.

The four disciples of Kendo were all terrified by themselves. The man in the black robe hummed, his attitude a little arrogant.

"Whatever it is, you're the garbage that dares to make a noise in front of me. Get out of here, don't make me say it again!" He was so arrogant that there were a few people to compare himself to.

"You!"

How could the man in black endure Qiu's humiliation? He immediately drew his sword, but was stopped by another man beside him.

"White rock, don't be impetuous. Why don't you blame this guy?"

Hearing his brother Wu Mo's suggestion, the man in black exhaled, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword was sent again.

"Why? Now you want to understand, get out of here. I have other things to deal with. I don't have time for nonsense.

Why are you complaining about Qiu's words? Even the people who advised each other would not help, let alone the black-robed young man of the three eldest sons of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"You're looking for death!" the black-robed young man roared, then drew his sword and walked over to where he was complaining.

The black-robed companion Wu Mo changed his face, but it was too late to stop him.

How can this be good? If we really complain about the injuries of the autumn, then we will not be able to explain to the master, why complaining about the autumn is related, at this time, the Tianyuan Fruit can win in the end, and the master will definitely be severely punished for this! Wu Mo was very angry and scared in his heart.

Seeing the young black-clothed man rushing in, the four disciples with swords and souls turned pale. Of course, the four disciples were no match for the elder's own son, but if they did hurt him, they would be severely punished by the janitor.

No, it had to be stopped! In a short time, all four disciples had made their decision, and they were right in front of him.

He complained that Qiu's face hadn't changed, but when he saw the four disciples of the sword standing in front of him, the corners of his mouth slowly rose a little curvature.

While these four personal gifts are wasteful in every way, the moment of truth is still a little bit of responsibility that they can safely pass on to them some real skills!

"Let's go away!" he reproached Qiu for opening his mouth slightly, but didn't see any movement. The four disciples were immediately swept by the breeze, and both sides were pushed to one side, and then exposed again in front of the blade of the black-robed young man's sword.

"Let you roll, you still won't roll, on the contrary, it will kill me. He Binqiu waved his hand again, and then he didn't know what was going on. The young man in black was suddenly struck by a mysterious force.

Wu Mo was relieved to see him complaining that Qiu was not injured, but that his teacher and brother were beaten by him, and their faces were ugly.

That's why complaining that Autumn wasn't hurt, what a terrible means, the injury was just an excuse Wu Mo took over his teacher and younger brother and felt the great power from them. Shock filled his mind.

"You're a waste. Hurry up and go. I don't want to waste it anymore!" his autumn face was full of sarcasm, and he waved to Wu Mo and the black-robed young man, as if he had chased the flies away.

When the young man in the black robe heard him complain about the fall, he was furious, and a stream of blood suddenly gushed out from the wound he had just been wounded.

"Oh, don't vomit blood, I just waved my hand lightly, I didn't even touch you. If you die, I can't tell!That kid, yes, yes, that's you, you have to testify to me, if this person of yours dies, I don't care!" his autumn breath was so ironic that Wu Mo could barely help him.

"You!" The young man in the black robe still wanted to play, but he was stopped by Wu Mo.

"Brother, let's leave first. We are not his competitors. ”

The young man in the black robe still had a little self-knowledge. He glared at him violently, then glanced at the four-eyed disciple, and then left Wu Mo's help.

He complained that Qiu didn't care about his lips and pouted. Then he looked at the four disciples and said to them, "For your good performance, I have decided to teach you some real skills. You should know the inheritance of the soul of the sword, and you should also hear that the current inheritance of the soul sword is in my hands, as for all the soul inheritance of the sword, you are naturally not qualified to learn, and you are not qualified to understand it, but some people can still learn, I will teach you now!

He complained that the words of autumn immediately made the four Soul Sword disciples bloom, as if the sky was gradually brightening.

"Is this true?"

He Yuanqiu looked at a few fools and smiled. "When did I say 1? Don't fly U, don't want to learn to go!

"Of course you want to learn! Thank you! Sometimes I look very excited and grateful.

"Start by sitting down and adjusting your mood. The practice of kendo must be hollow, otherwise it is easy to get lost in the devil. He complained that Qiu ordered.

Without any melancholy, the four disciples immediately followed Qiu Qiu's instructions.

But just then, he complained, Qiu suddenly turned his head to look for somewhere, and whispered, "You've been stealing for a long time." Get out of here, or do it myself!"

He complained that Qiu didn't want to open his mouth, but this person still didn't take the initiative to leave after listening to the spiritual inheritance of the sword, why did he complain that Qiu had to speak in person.

A slender figure appeared in front of five people complaining about autumn. The four disciples of the soul of the sword stared at each other and exclaimed.

"Four, sister, why are you here?"

He Yuanqiu frowned, he didn't expect this lady to become the fourth master of the three generations of disciples.

No wonder its power is so great that it does even more than Zhou Qinglin.

The woman walked slowly, her calm face seemed to feel stranger, and what was more remarkable was that the woman's long legs were like fairies in the painting, without any flaws.

"He Shidi, is this the first time we have met?" the woman stopped and stood at the place where she was complaining.

He looked at the woman in the autumn and suddenly felt that her child was strange.

(End of chapter)