The monks gathered in the back.

The peak of the Xuan King, who deliberately suppressed his cultivation, suddenly did not hide his cultivation.

The cultivation skyrocketed all the way to the peak realm of King Xuan, and the good guy's burst made a few monks who were really low-level monks who were leisurely watching the play on the side be dumbfounded.

Then you look at me, and I look at you, for fear that there will be another monk next to me who is not among them.

Who knows when or what moment there will be a cultivator who is scared to death, just like they are eating wine at the next table, blowing the cowhide of the upper three realms, and suddenly find that the one of the cowhides blowing the loudest is not bragging anymore, you still dare to drink? How can you still drink?

The peak monk of the Xuan King, who was not hiding his cultivation, after cultivating to the peak in an instant, the first thing he did was to turn around and run.

The peak of King Xuan is still a mountain monk who looks less than two hundred years old, and wherever he puts it, he can be regarded as a mountain monk with a small face, but at this time, he has no face at all.

Especially after the peak of the Xuan King, who turned around and ran, sacrificed a flying sword, it made the monk who had already smacked his tongue even more.

His mother's cultivation is not low, even if you are still a sword cultivator.

It's just that the fleeing monk at this time can be said to be eager to have two more legs and a few more flying swords.

Originally, he thought that although the water here was deep, he could still see the depth of seven or eight points, but now he knew that his own cultivation was still a little bit of a make-up for the past, plus his own barely but still half a sword cultivation sword in the end, it was not good.

And just now, the purple-shirted man who was also the peak cultivation of King Xuan on the surface revealed a cultivation that he had never imagined, so forget it, after all, the bridge is so big, there are still two roads, and each one walks his own way to hide his own opportunity.

But the aura that the other party deliberately revealed to himself alone is particularly unkind, very unkind.

Not to mention the half of his own sword, even if he replaces half of the sword with one, even with himself, he can't beat others, if he doesn't leave, he can't be slaughtered here in vain?

Besides, this ancestral realm is not only a big place in front of you, this big opportunity, maybe once you turn around, you can look for another day or two, and look carefully, who knows if it will be another place of great opportunity.

Although as long as you are not blind or stupid, you also understand that the opportunity here is not only very big, but you can also clearly feel and touch it, but this wolf has more meat and less meat, and there are more monks and less porridge, and I don't know how much you can earn by breaking your scalp in the end?

Originally, he thought that with his own cultivation, he could still share a little porridge and eat a mouthful of meat, but now it seems that the purple-shirted man who looks like a porridge and meat doesn't want to give him porridge and doesn't want to give him that mouthful of meat, so forget it, after all, the other party's cultivation is high and his cultivation is low, and he has no way, I'm afraid that he won't be able to eat meat and drink porridge by himself, but instead give it to people as porridge on a plate.

So he turned around and ran without hesitation, without the slightest hesitation, resolutely and resolutely.

What kind of avenue chance, if there is no fate, what bullshit avenue chance, he is not one of those high-ranking young disciples in the mountain gate, he can provide a soul lamp of the ancestor hall in his own ancestral hall, and he is so indomitable and bold in doing things to find opportunities, anyway, even if he encounters that one-ten-thousandth misfortune, he can still start from the beginning with a long avenue, maybe this misfortune has become a great opportunity to practice on the mountaineering trail.

Xu Wei turned around, smiling miserably, he naturally expected the other party's reaction, and even this reaction was deliberately caused by him.

What he said to Chu Liang before, three or seven points is true, and this monk who conceals his cultivation is not interested, if he reveals his cultivation earlier, he may still be divided into half of the other party's After all, in his eyes, the other party's cultivation is still reluctant to see the past, so as not to be oblivious to everyone.

Even he didn't think about being the yellow finch after the praying mantis catches the cicada, but the other party had this idea that he shouldn't have, so there was no way.

There is a saying in the secular dynasty under the mountain, "If you go outside, you must first settle inside", he Xu Wei thinks it is very reasonable, just right, he Xu Wei also needs a deterrent, a monkey chicken, half of the sword cultivation of the peak of King Xuan, the cultivation is high and he is reluctant to kill, the previous three or seven points can only be drawn from scratch, the cultivation is low, the weight is not enough, make up the half of the sword, just half a step Xuanhuang, just right.

So the Xuanwang peak half of the sword cultivator, who was obviously running very fast, suddenly looked back on the way to the run, and his face was full of horror.

A terrifying aura that couldn't escape, lingering in his heart, how could not be dispersed, getting closer and closer, his heart was already hanging in his throat, and the peak of King Xuan's eyes was almost frightened and fainted, becoming the first mountain monk to be scared to death in the secular world under the mountain.

And then what made that Xuan King feel even more desperate was that a real sword intent rose up.

On the other side, the woman Shu Qi was particularly unconvinced and picked up the heavy sword that was named the first hand by herself.

The reason why she gave such a name is still very related to her own name of "entering a chess", because the ancestors of the Shu family who named her at the beginning won the first move in guessing chess, but the first move that should have taken a slight advantage was lost.

The little girl is angry, and she wants to be angry with the old ancestor who can almost be called doting on her, otherwise the piece on her body can be called the Shu family, which has a very long history in the sword cultivation family, and it is definitely a treasure at the bottom of the box, how could it be in her Shu chess hand.

According to the rules, let alone her Shu Qi, even her father, who is now the acting patriarch, is not qualified to have it.

In fact, it was not Cui Puyang who Shu Qi lost, but the top-grade divine soldier Chengying in Cui Puyang's hand.

Before he got up, Cui Puyang waved his hand as if he was afraid: "I'm afraid of you, I'm afraid of you, I won't fight you." ”

Shu Qi frowned, his eyebrows were compact, extremely unkind, sword cultivation is better than swords, losing swords is one thing, but being looked down upon is another thing.

Just as the ancestor who loves to play chess, but is always nicknamed the stinky chess basket, said, chess can lose, people can't lose, swords can be inferior to people, but people can't be inferior to people.

Cui Puyang also noticed that something was wrong with the other party, and hurriedly changed his words: "There is something today, it is really something, why don't you compare it another day?"