"Since it's impossible to be polite, it's better to be tough. Little Wuyou smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his palm turned to him. A three-inch-long wooden sword appeared in his hand. It has a beautiful texture that seems to contain a kind of road.

"What's that?" Xiao Wuyou coldly said that he didn't respect Bai Zeqi.

When Bai Zeqi saw the three-inch wooden sword, he was always old and indifferent. He suddenly became shocked and puzzled. He immediately regained the strength of his soul, looked at Xiao Wuyou with an unbelievable gaze, and said, "Repair." Shura Knife!"

"I'm sorry, but you're the only one who knows about the Shura sword. You should know the rules of the Potz family...... Xiao Wuyou said lightly.

The face of the flag is blue for a while, white for a while. It turned out that the proud posture was in front of Xiao Wu. It should be said that it was in front of the three-inch wooden sword. For the first time, he said with his humble actions: "The younger generation is white." "White flag, look. I've seen the show. Shura's Messenger...... This sentence seems to have exhausted Bai Zeqi's energy all his life, and it is unbearable.

Shocked, absolutely shocked, open-minded and unique, the most powerful exists in the wilderness of the south, and a little monk who is not even 150 years old came to make the people present so shocked that they were silent.

"Hmm...... It is still your Shura Sword Sect that has never forgotten its roots. In this case, My Messenger wants to be the Son. I don't know if there's anything wrong. Xiao Wuyou said lightly.

"So...... Of course, there are no problems, but the Bai Ze people have already declared that they are the most talented people in the world. If the messenger ...... Bai Zeqi said embarrassedly, maybe this was the first time in his life that he wanted to escape from Bai Zezu. It's a shame to be so groveling in front of the younger generation. If he wants to punish little friendless, he will torture him to death. But in front of the three-inch wooden sword, he really didn't dare to make a mistake.

Xiao Wuyou put away the wooden sword, and said in unison with both hands and shoulders, "I know you will say that." I'm not going to embarrass you. Let me participate. I will use my strength to prove that my son's position is not mine!"

Crazy, still crazy, in front of Bai Zehao, a top expert under the age of 300, still said such things. Xiao Wuyou's arrogant image has gradually taken root in the hearts of the people. Whether Xiao Wuyou participates in the melee or wins the final victory, his arrogant image has been engraved in everyone's hearts.

Bai Zeqi was obviously relieved. If Xiao Wuyou insisted on being the son of God, Bai Zeqi really didn't dare to say that he didn't agree. Even the ancestors behind him would not necessarily be against it. True, the position of the Shura messenger was too noble for him to refuse. However, if little no-friend just wants to participate.

Taishi wished they could take a look at Little Friend's back and then look shocked. No one ever thought of it. Now Xiao Wuwu has reached this height.

Twenty years ago, Xiao Wuyou had just stepped into the Eighteenth Heaven of Wu Jun. Today, 20 years later, he has boasted 14 times and has reached the heights of the 32nd heaven. You should know that Wujun is not a small realm like the spiritual realm and the spiritual realm. Spanning a day over a period of three to five years is a genius cultivation rate. Little Wuyou is stepping into the kingdom of Wujun almost every year.

Like the Taishi King, it took a lot of Taishi family resources and hard work to reach the twenty-four heavens. Moreover, his own holy vein is far more than just Xiao Wu. The cultivation is just faster. But Xiao Wu, you can brag about so many days. This rate of cultivation is unheard of and unheard of. It is inappropriate to describe Xiao Wuyou with his talent, this is the training speed of humanoid monsters.

Bai Zekun looked at Xiao Wuyou, the god who had descended to earth, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Who would have thought that this little guy who didn't even open his own soul would have such a terrifying talent today.

Bai Huanting was also surprised. If before, she was just an ordinary woman who was unfamiliar with the world. Over the years, in Bai Ze's family, she already knew what it meant to be alive to the thirty-two days of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. In her eyes, the light of the waves was flowing, and her light made Bai Huanting's temperament rise to a higher level.

Feeling that Xiao Wuyou's momentum was like a mountain torrent and tsunami, Bai Zepeng, the Dark Universe, and Nangong Li all changed their appearances, and the terrifying aura came towards him, like a piece of blade cutting across his cheeks, causing severe pain.

The little dance that had just appeared intrigued them. Now, the little friendless he breathed had become an existence they couldn't fight. The pain on his face gave him an indescribable emotion, and that was jealousy.

Yes, they are jealous of the little oil-free. Whether it's Bai Zepeng, always cynical, or the dark sky, higher than the sky, or Nangong, intending to leave, they are jealous because of Xiao Wuwu's terrible planting speed and breath because they think their talent has been at the top of the southern wilderness. Now, it seems that there are peaks on the mountain.

Bai Zehao's expression became more and more excited. He stepped on Xiao Wuyou's body step by step. His expression trembled and said, "Little Wuyou, Pingting can see you." She does have some tricks. Today, there is finally someone who can let me fight a painful and happy war. ”

Without a pair of hands carrying the ground to the wind, he said with a melancholy expression on his face: "Bai Ze is good, he is mine." Then he stared at Xiao Wuyou and said, "Little Wuyou, the Nirvana Bodhi Cave didn't kill you, so today, let me bury you here." ”

Xiao Lei's face was expressionless, and he smiled for the first time, but that smiling face, no matter how you look at it, is eerie and terrifying. This is the first time people have seen such a terrible side of Xiao Lei.

"No, Hao's murderous nature has been completely resurrected!"

"There is no one else. We need to take ...... seriously"

"Little Ray, I met a toy ......"

People who are familiar with Bai Zehao, Wuyishan, and Xiao Lei have never been so cautious when they see the changes in these three people. These three unparalleled heroes have been invincible in their respective spheres of influence for a long time, which makes them extremely proud. At the same time, they have not really used all their power for a long time.

Three heroes in their 250s, who have been famous for a long time, cannot unite against any of their peers. Their arrogant heart and invincible state did not allow them to make such a decision for a long time, but Xiao Wuyou seemed to be different.

He was too arrogant, too arrogant, and even too talented, which made Bai Zehao, Wu Yi and Xiao Lei want to be the first to fight Xiao Wuyou. This sense of urgency and hope led the three of them, perhaps for the first and last time in their lives, to confront their peers.

"Boom!"

At the same time, the three of them exerted all their strength. Three rays of light rushed up into the sky, stirring up the dark clouds there and transmitting the light. Their achievements are truly on display in front of the world.

"Thirty-five days!!"

All three heroes are the achievements of the Thirty-Five Heavens. They were only one step away from Wuzun. This result is shocking.

In the history of the Southern Wasteland, there has never been a Wu Zun for more than 300 years. Even 35 and 34 days are rare. Today, there are 32 Wujuntians under the age of 150 and 3 Wujuntians under the age of 300. In this case, other young monks also paid for it.

In the face of these three invincible deadly tricks, Taishi also hoped that he would also be miserable. They ask themselves if they can't resist even if they try their best, let alone face these three deadly tricks at the same time.