Unlike others, He Xiaoshi was a little moved.

The eighth-level collapse is a fist technique, which is extremely strong and domineering, while He Xiaoshi's innate flesh shell is hard, and his strength is extremely great.

In addition, others may care about the consumption of spiritual power by performing the eighth-level collapse, but He Xiaoshi is not worried, he has the pure theology of the demon clan flowing in his body, and his spiritual power is extremely strong, even if he casts it twice in a row, it will not reach the point of losing spiritual power.

Thinking of this, He Xiaoshi's eyes lit up slightly.

It's just that......

This casual cultivator indicated that he wanted spirit stones, and at this moment, the spirit stones on his body added up to less than a hundred, which was almost a penny.

Just when He Xiaoshi was in a dilemma, this casual cultivator, seeing that no one answered, said with some embarrassment: "Pills or spiritual weapons are also fine." ”

"This fellow Daoist, everyone knows the defects of the eighth-level collapse, I advise you not to take up everyone's time here", the blonde man from the Barbarian Ghost Sect said in a cold voice with some impatience.

As soon as this person's voice fell, He Xiaoshi's voice rang out: "Take back the blood pill in exchange for the Daoist's technique, I don't know if it's possible?"

The loose man was about to sit down with a disappointed face, and after suddenly hearing someone answer, he suddenly looked at He Xiaoshi energetically, and nodded incessantly.

The Blood Returning Pill can quickly restore the blood qi of the monk's loss, and it has an effect on the monks in the realm of the Dan, and it is relatively easy to refine, which belongs to the more common and commonly used category of pills.

When this loose cultivator heard the Blood Returning Pill, he was extremely happy.

However, after a while, this person said with some hesitation: "This brother, my technique is extremely complete, so I ...... I'm afraid that a blood return pill is ...... No, it doesn't. ”

He Xiaoshi smiled slightly, and asked calmly, "Are those two okay?"

Sanxiu hurriedly nodded, and for fear that He Xiaoshi would regret it, he slapped it on his cuff, and a book with a yellow cover and a bit of antiquity flew towards He Xiaoshi.

He Xiaoshi stretched out his hand to take it, his divine sense swept slightly, and with a flick of his fingers, two red pills, exuding a faint medicinal fragrance, flew towards the other party

Sanxiu put away the pill with joy on his face, hugged his fist at He Xiaoshi, and sat down in his seat.

Seeing this, the rest of the people looked at He Xiaoshi, and the first feeling in their hearts was, "This person is so ugly." ”

After thinking that He Xiaoshi actually spent two Blood Returning Pills in exchange for a chicken-ribbed eighth-level collapse, he added the word "wronged head" to He Xiaoshi's evaluation.

After a slight pause, the small exchange meeting continued.

After half a pillar of incense in this way, the exchange meeting finally ended.

"Next, I'll move on to the next step," Xuan Huangzhu said as he stood up.

When everyone heard this, they knew that the next real show was about to begin.

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"I'm willing to have a discussion with everyone here," the bearded sword cultivator who took out a blue flying sword during the exchange meeting, stood up and walked to the middle of the chief, and said in a deep voice to everyone.

For a while, no one in the audience answered.

Obviously, I don't want to be a bird.

However, if this continues, it is not the way to go.

As the host, the Xuanqing Palace, naturally would not let the atmosphere in the venue go on like this, one of the disciples of the Xuanqing Hall in the middle of the foundation building with a narrow face, glanced at the Xuanhuang Bamboo, and after getting the latter's approval, he said to the bearded sword cultivator: "In this case, Chen Mou will have a discussion with Brother Tai over there." ”

As soon as the words fell, this disciple surnamed Chen, with a slight flash of figure, stood opposite the bearded sword cultivator.

Everyone's eyes lit up slightly, and they all guessed the outcome of the battle between the two.

It's just that judging from the breath alone, the realm of the two people in the field is between the two of them, and the real standing of these genius disciples cannot be judged by their combat strength alone, so for a while, everyone can't guess which of the two is stronger.

It was the first time He Xiaoshi had seen the two of them fighting with their divine senses, and he couldn't help but be a little curious in his heart, so he looked at the two with a high degree of concentration.

A trace of heat flashed on the bearded Jianxiu's rough face, and he was obviously a belligerent person, and he said, "Daoist friend, be careful", he turned a little to his eyebrows, and then closed his eyes.

On the body surface of the bearded sword cultivator, the light blue light flashed and disappeared.

The coercion of the foundation building realm, with the unique sharp smell of sword cultivation, emanated from it, and at the same time, the position of this person's eyebrows, a funnel-shaped transparent ripple rushed out, and it meandered towards the monk surnamed Chen of the Xuanqing Hall opposite.

The monk's eyes flashed, and then he closed his eyes without hesitation.

Under the flash of cyan light, the eyebrows of the monk surnamed Chen also rushed out of a funnel-shaped transparent ripple, winding towards the power of the opponent's divine sense.

The two divine senses collided together in an instant.

A muffled sound that seemed to come from nowhere, and the bodies of the two of them returned to their original state with a slight shock at the same time.

The two transparent divine senses are like vines, entangled, entangled, and snuggled up......

After three breaths, a faint wave of qi appeared from the place where the consciousness collided.

The two of them took three steps back in unison, then opened their eyes almost simultaneously.

The monk surnamed Chen's eyes were bloodshot, and his body trembled slightly.

The bearded sword cultivator, although his face was slightly pale, his rough face flashed with excitement.

Who wins and who loses is clear at a glance.

The monk surnamed Chen took a deep breath and said lightly to the bearded sword cultivator: "The power of Daoyou's divine sense is really strong", and after finishing speaking, he returned to his seat with a gloomy face.

Seeing this scene, the other two loose cultivators, who were weak and weak, suddenly showed a smile on their faces.

As for the Xuanqing Palace's side, his face was naturally not very good-looking.

However, the Xuanqing Palace is quite prestigious, and of course people will not be contemptuous because of a small literary fight.

What's more, the power of divine consciousness is strong, it does not mean that the combat power is strong, and everyone present is just a simple test of each other.

However, as the cultivation leader of the Aolai Country, Xuanqing Hall naturally wanted to be proud.

A young man with extremely long eyebrows slowly stood up from the crowd in Xuanqing Palace, did not speak, did not ask Xuanhuangzhu's opinion, and walked directly towards the bearded sword cultivator.

The aura emanating from the young man's body is only in the initial realm of foundation building, and there is a little green between his eyebrows, and he is obviously very young.

After the young man appeared, He Xiaoshi, who was sitting in the most inconspicuous corner of the Heavenly Sword Gate, quietly sped up the speed of blood flow in his body by a few points.

A faint sense of familiarity came to mind.

He Xiaoshi couldn't help but think of the familiar feeling that appeared in his heart when they crossed the stone bridge of Xuanqing Hall half a day ago, and he couldn't help but have some guesses in his heart.

Contacting the Xuanqing Palace's peak mountain protection beast, He Xiaoshi's guess in his heart became more and more affirmative, and he couldn't help but look at the young man twice.

The young man was extremely silent, and even ignored the eyes of everyone, standing directly in front of the bearded man, closing his eyes, but there was no movement.

The boy's meaning was clear: "Please help".

The bearded sword cultivator frowned slightly, as a casual cultivator, he knew a lot about the genius disciples of the sect of his generation, but he had never heard of this person.

Everyone present also did not see this young man.

Everyone's eyes were on Xuanhuang Bamboo.

Xuan Huangzhu's brows furrowed slightly, and his face was full of helplessness.

Who the hell is this person?

The bearded sword cultivator no longer thinks about this, although his divine sense is damaged, it is not a big problem, I believe that the other party is only in the initial realm, and the power of divine consciousness is not much stronger.

"Little brother be careful," the bearded Jian Xiu reminded the other party, and then moved towards the center of his eyebrows unchanged.

The powerful power of divine consciousness only surpassed the young man on the opposite side and spread away.

The young man's face was expressionless, and his expression was like a sculpture, but at the center of his eyebrows, a Xuanqing Taiji the size of a baby's head quietly appeared.

Xuanqing Taiji rotated slowly, and a dignified and righteous spirit emanated,

"Divine consciousness transformation, this young man is such a powerful divine sense!"

In the Heavenly Sword Gate, someone shouted out of voice.

The bearded sword cultivator was frightened, and he wanted to withdraw his divine sense.

However, it was too late.

The moment the divine consciousness came into contact with Xuanqing Taiji, it was silently devoured.

The bearded monk screamed in pain, and fell to the ground, clutching his head with his hands in pain.

A moment later, blood flowed out of the bearded sword cultivator's seven orifices.

"Don't mess around!"

A voice that seemed to have a metallic texture and could make people's hearts vibrate suddenly sounded.

It is the "Golden Sound and Jade Zhen" of the Xuanqing Palace!

The one who made this sound was none other than Xuanhuang Bamboo.

The young man slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Xuanhuang Zhu, withdrew his senses, and returned to his seat in silence.

From beginning to end, the young man was never about to look at the bearded sword cultivator, as if the bearded sword cultivator was not in his eyes at all.

After the young man left, the other two scattered cultivators and hurriedly helped the bearded sword cultivator up.

The bearded Jian Xiu opened his bloodshot eyes, his chest rose and fell violently a few times, and then with the support of his two companions, he walked to his seat.

Xuan Huangzhu coughed a few times in embarrassment, and said with a little apology in his tone: "My junior brother has been meditating in the mountains, almost isolated from the world, and he doesn't know much about the world......

Without waiting for Xuan Huangzhu to finish speaking, Mu Kaixuan, a genius disciple who took the lead in the Heavenly Sword Sect, stood up and interrupted unceremoniously: "We are waiting for the monks to compete, it is already dangerous, why do you want to say these useless words here?

Xuan Huangzhu was interrupted by this person one after another, no matter how good-tempered a person is, he will be angry, not to mention Xuan Huangzhu's noble status, he looked at Mu Kaixuan, and said lightly: "I can't ask for it", and then his figure flashed slightly and appeared in the field.

Mu Kaixuan also appeared in the field not to be outdone.

When everyone saw this, their faces showed expressions of interest.

One of the two people in the field is surnamed Xuan, and the other is surnamed Mu, both of whom are the heirs of the real brand in the sect, and their strength is the pinnacle of foundation building.

The battle between these two can be said to be needle-to-point.

However, everyone was destined not to see the good show.

Because, just when Xuan and Mu were about to trigger their divine senses, a monstrous coercion suddenly descended.