On the blood-soaked street, suddenly, the young man who was not high in cultivation who looked at Wu Chen suddenly made a move.

Holding a fan-shaped mysterious weapon, the murderous spirit is soaring.

Although Bao Yi was half a beat slower, he still stepped forward to greet him, and the faint red Xuan Qi surrounded him, like the sun in the fire, which made the weak woman look particularly strong between Mu Ran, not a gorgeous style.

The young man whose cultivation does not look high is actually not high, very low and very low, and above this cultivation is still the kind that there are not many solid things, frankly speaking, his foundation is completely a vain foundation, if the cultivation is compared to building a building with bricks, then he is like a dilapidated building that has lived in people for many years, and the air leaking everywhere is at best.

However, the young man who knew his own situation did not care about himself at all, and still looked like he was doing his own thing.

It's just a pity that the Xuanqi fan that you knew without much observation must be of a very high grade was wasted in the hands of the young monk who was not a high cultivator.

Even the young man who exerted the power of one percent of that Xuan Fan still used that Xuan Fan to form a small piece of heaven and earth.

Bao Yi's encounter with this can be regarded as a discovery, the young man took the initiative to take the initiative to hold the fan is not an offensive weapon, but a defensive weapon of not low grade, but after being slightly surprised, Bao Yiren is wrapped in Xuan Li.

Those who take the initiative to attack are defensive, and those who do not take the initiative to attack become active attackers, but it also makes these people who watch the play a little funny.

The fan was like a shield, and Bao Yi swung it out with a punch, slamming it on, and the young man retreated straight, and the fan that was originally of a very high grade but used in the hands of the young man was like a paper paste and broke as soon as it was poked.

The young man who was almost knocked back by a punch was smiling on his face, but the behavior of the young man was particularly confusing.

The young man who was not a high cultivation first held the Xuan Fan in his hand, patted the dust on his robe, and then said to Wu Chen with a smile: "I'm giving you one last chance, how about it?"

Wu Chen looked at the young man who seemed to be extremely clueless, but in fact he was particularly traceable, and said, "In the same way, I can only give you one last chance, and I guess you only have this last chance." ”

The young man with an extremely low cultivation level suddenly laughed, and this young monk of the Jieshi Sect with the title of Little Demon King seemed to be smiling particularly happily.

No longer looked at Wu Chen, turned his head to look at the female monk with a somewhat dark face and an extremely ordinary appearance next to the woman Gao Yuanyun, the woman with a dark face seemed to be not considered a top high, but it was not very low, the early stage of the Xuan King.

King Xuan's cultivation is in this blood-soaked street, and even in this troubled place, as long as he doesn't rush to find death by himself. Definitely the kind that can live.

"Hey, I don't know what that old guy told you, but I know that this person in front of you must die! Otherwise, I don't care how high your cultivation is, or if you have some kind of unsightly deal with that old guy, but that old guy will definitely not protect you, so if you offend me, you will definitely be a dead word." ”

The dark-skinned and mediocre-looking woman was not afraid of this kind of "illegitimate child" who was well-known in Jieshi Mountain and even in the entire troubled place, first looked up at this young man whose tone seemed to be so big that it scared people to death, and then turned her head to look at the first floor behind her, her head slightly raised, her eyes looked up, and she stopped above the fifth floor.

The young man who didn't look back for a low cultivation was full of smiles, and he thought that he could only hear himself, and said to himself: "Sure enough, you still have to listen to that old guy, why don't you believe me like this? So in the end, you still have to die." ”

The fifth floor was already empty, with only a futon and a low wooden table left, as well as the mirror on the wooden table, and the old man who couldn't see his face, Wei Yingqing, the sect leader of the Jieshi Sect.

Everything was like the same scene as before.

Wei Yingqing looked down at the mirror flower and the moon, its face was no longer the same as before, and the clouds and mist were also the time to see the blue sky.

The scene that appeared above the mirror was the eyes of the plain-looking and somewhat swarthy woman, and the inquiring look in the eyes.

The dark-skinned and mortal woman was placed by Wei Yingqing on the side of the frail man, which is a fact that both of them know and I know.

Wei Yingqing looked at the woman as if he was a little hesitant, first closed his eyes and thought deeply, and then opened his eyes and nodded towards the mirror flower and the moon.

So the woman who stood on the wide street in front of the first floor looked back as if she had received a pardon, and her eyes were no longer indifferent from before, and her eyes were full of a particularly confident and proud appearance.

It seems that this mediocre-looking woman who looks like she is only in the later stage of the Xuanshi is actually a hidden power with extremely high cultivation.

In fact, the ordinary woman has never looked up to the man whose cultivation is extremely low, but the man who has just stepped out of the lower three realms, whether it is cultivation or all his ways of life, of course, the main thing is cultivation, she is a conceited and arrogant person.

Generally speaking, the higher the cultivation, the more you can change the direction of your face, just because of your arrogance, you also take the initiative to suppress your own change.

In fact, if this young man who wants to kill the young man whose cultivation is extremely low, but seems to not know, or who knows but pretends not to know that his cultivation is actually extremely low, she is also considered to be one, or the one who is definitely in the forefront.

After all, according to what he thought, if she took the cultivation resources that young man had now, she would never have been stopped in front of the door because she had missed the best cultivation time and stumbled before the last threshold of this last step.

This is the case with mountain practice, what some people are born have, and what some monks need to struggle for all their lives to have.

A young man with a very low cultivation used a sentence, as long as he was attentive, others would definitely be able to hear the words, not say to himself: "Sure enough, I still have to die." ”

The smile on the corner of his mouth is still full of smiles.

The mediocre-looking woman who heard the voice turned her head to look at Wu Chen and Bao Yi, and her realm rose to the peak of Emperor Xuan.