What caught his eye was the talisman on Zhao An's table.

Stuff all the talismans that you haven't seen into the storage bag according to the classification, pack up the talisman pen and other sundries and stuff them into other storage bags, think about what is missing, Zhao An gritted his teeth, you can't run away, go!

Zhao An stood by the side of the eldest brother.

The eldest brother was expressionless, just smiling, holding the snow drinking knife, resisting on his shoulder, standing under the Tianzhu Tower, very conspicuous.

Zhao An was also silent, and put on a pose, since he wanted to put a pose, he had to be a little brighter, he had a talisman king in his fingers, and he pinched thirty-two talisman kings in his left hand, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and turned sideways to the other side.

"Hey, those two people are interesting, is there a new way to make announcements? What a novelty! "More and more monks gathered on all sides, pointing and pointing.

"Bald brother, brother rune?! Good! Brother is going to be a frost hammer brother! Out of the corner of his eye, Zhao An saw the uncle, who was holding two huge frost hammers, squatting down, blocking Zhao An and the eldest brother's legs.

One after another, people came, and each took out their own housekeeping treasures, and joined in one after another.

Gradually, Zhao An felt that something was wrong.

There are at least eighty people around, what's the situation? Isn't there less than twenty people at most?

"Bald dude——! We were notified, and we were all here—the Red Sleeves City gathered——! The back row belongs to our seminary, don't grab it——! ”

After a big drink, out of the corner of his eye, Zhao An saw Ouyang Xun holding a stainless steel spear and at least three hundred monks, rushing towards the bottom of the Tianzhu Tower.

No, it's just a small convergence, how can it seem to attract all the players in the city?

One by one, the monks, with their own housekeeping treasures, appeared from all over the city, gathered under the Tianzhu Pagoda from the Merit Road, and formed a field of nearly 2,000 people around the eldest brother in the center!

"Luoying is one after another, the red dust is disturbed, goodbye to the day, if the three autumns, the dragon slayer Daojun, can you be okay today?" Flowers fell from the sky, Yao Zimo slowly forced the crowd away, one position behind the eldest brother and Zhao An, and fell, a folding fan covered his good face, his eyes were slightly closed, and his eyes were fixed.

With the sudden addition of the strongest member of the young generation in the Red Sleeve City, the monks on all sides were in an uproar! Someone even asked: "Yao Zimo, are you going to erect a new rank——! Could it be that the three lists of the Red Sleeve City Spirit Ring Heaven and Earth People are not as good as such a gathering of the highest building level, which is meaningful? ”

"Hee-hee." Yao Zimo chuckled lightly and said quietly: "This is just the establishment ceremony of my 'Tianjiao Club', there is no need to make a fuss." ”

After receiving an affirmative answer, the monks on all sides gradually dispersed and formed a larger circle, silently waiting for the "ritual" to be completed.

"Hey, Dragon Slayer Daojun, when are we going to wait?" After another half an hour, Yao Zimo was a little strange and spoke up.

The other monks outside were suddenly shocked, hearing Yao Zimo say this, this first person of the young generation in Red Sleeve City is not even the person in charge of this "Tianjiao Society"?

Where is the Dragon Slayer Dao Monarch sacred?

"I'm not convinced——! Dragon Slayer Daojun, dare to come out and fight! A young beautiful man with a three-foot blue front on his back walked into the circle and shouted coldly.

The eldest brother moved slightly, Zhao An's eyes flickered, he was already standing in the middle of the field, smiled slightly, and raised the snow drinking knife in one hand: "If you want to fight, you will fight!" ”

"Drink ——!" The young beautiful man suddenly drew his sword, and the man was like a sharp arrow, like a lightning light!

"Ding!"

The figure of the eldest brother appeared behind him and said lightly: "Accept!" ”

The sword of the young beautiful man fell from mid-air and plunged deep into the ground to the hilt!

The young beautiful man glanced at the sword in a daze, his expression was dejected, and he left without looking back.

"Eight thousand three hundred and twenty-seven Linghuan cultivators are on the list, Ximen Sheng, the eighth layer of qi refining, come to fight!" A monk with crane hair and a childish face stepped into the circle and arched his hand: "Let's start!" ”

"Please!" The eldest brother smiled slightly.

"Snort!" In an instant, the monk's fingers clicked countless times.

The figure of the eldest brother conjured up countless afterimages, and gradually approached the monk, and he shouted easily: "Yao Cheng, the people behind you are handed over to you!" ”

"Poof——! Uncle Frosthammer, who was at the forefront, bore the brunt of the blood spurt! And more fingers in the back attacked densely!

Big brother, how can this be stopped! This is dense!

Zhao An stiffened his head, the results of his cultivation in the past few days were used, and his spirit was subtle to the extreme, looking at the trajectory of the finger wind, he shook his hand and picked up the move!

"Puffy Puff!" Smoggy!

"Boom!" White light blue blue!

After countless collisions, Zhao An took a deep breath, luckily, he basically blocked it!

Shaking his hand and playing a talisman to heal the players in front of him, Zhao An took out another five-grade talisman and continued to swing.

"Brother Rune! Fu Wang sells it or not! A voice shouted.

Zhao An continued to be silent, and all that could be posed was the thirty-two sheets, and if you wanted to, you could take it, and if you wanted to buy it, of course it would be gone. These thirty-two cards were originally prepared for the integration of three doors.

The eldest brother smiled and raised his hand, rested the snow drinking knife in front of the monk's neck, and said, "Accept!" ”

The monk's face was pale, his lips trembled, and he suddenly grew more than half old, and said dejectedly: "You are amazing! I'm not as good as you! If you don't do it, don't do it! ”

"Huh?" The eldest brother grabbed his shoulder and said seriously: "You are not old, there are so many Shouyuan Qi refining cultivators, and your Shouyuan has not lost, what are you talking about angry?" The monk's greatest enemy is only himself! ”

The monk was stunned, and the old man burst into tears, bowed down and said, "Please take me as an apprentice!" ”

"Go and stand, our 'Tianjiao Club', there is also an outer door, come on." The eldest brother grinned, helped him up, sent him to a position on the periphery to stand, and then walked to the middle of the field, stood against the knife, looked solemn, and shouted: "Please Linlang Daojun of Linlang Nine Palace Pavilion!" ”

Fan Tong? He is estimated to be still seeing a psychiatrist, and if he didn't come, he should not have been "cured".

This unlucky child, Zhao An's heart rose with infinite apologies, but he couldn't tell him.

The eldest brother drank three times in a row, one higher than the other, and after the last roar, the heavens and the earth were full of the eldest brother's shouts, that is, the eldest brother was panting and half kneeling on the ground.

Until his voice fell, the whole world was still booming and shaking!

In less than ten seconds, a big man with a silver crown and black robe rushed into the circle.

"Who was yelling just now?" The silver-crowned black-robed man stared, looking blindly on all sides, and directly ignored the eldest brother who had rested and gradually raised his hand to resist the knife.

Whoosh!

Three more black-robed and silver-crowned figures fell, these three were much better, and I saw the eldest brother at a glance.

"Brush!"

The three of them presented an angle, sandwiched the eldest brother in the middle, glanced at each other, and smiled at the same time: "How about each with his own ability?" ”

"The first roar, the second ring." A voice accompanied by a figure slowly appeared in the field, but a familiar face arrived.

Holding a wine gourd, sloppy and messy hair, tall and straight, his eyes are misty, he is the eighth pavilion master, Chu Ge!

He continued: "The second roar, the sound covers the four rings! ”

As he spoke, dozens of black-robed and silver-crowned monks appeared together!

Then Chu Ge, the eighth pavilion master, said the last sentence: "The third roar, the sound spreads to the three cities!" Cover two hundred miles! This son deserves to be at the top of the list! ”

Hearing the last sentence, nearly a hundred silver-crowned monks immediately surrounded the eldest brother!

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