The coercion is like the sea, as wide as the sky, and the depth does not know how little.

The coercion is like a giant mountain poking out the face of the god, ruthless, ignorant, indifferent, as if the giant is looking down on the ants.

With the coercion of the ancient taste, it suddenly descended, interrupting the communication of these sect geniuses.

Luckily, this is so powerful that it seems that with a breath, these foundation-building monks will turn into ashes and coercion, without any killing intent, and some are just ......

Indifferently.

As the true heir of the Xuanqing Palace, of course he knew where this coercion came from, because only that person could have such a powerful aura from ancient times.

It's just that this old ancestor has always ignored the world, how can he pay attention to the nonsense of their juniors this time?

"Is it because his descendants have been wronged a little?"

Thinking of this, Xuan Huangzhu couldn't help but glance at the young man who had seriously injured the bearded sword cultivator with his divine sense.

"A group of juniors, dancing with guns and sticks here, disturbing the old man's cultivation, don't hurry up and get out of the old man!"

An old voice sounded from all directions.

These monks of the Foundation Building Realm, who were shocked and feared, turned pale one after another under this voice that seemed to contain some kind of life level oppression.

The next moment, some people with flexible brains and strong strength forcibly endured the coercion that made them kneel and left the place without saying a word.

The remaining people who are not very good at using their brains, or who are weak in real combat power, are standing in place like dumb geese under coercion.

An impatient voice sounded: "Get out!"

Then, a seemingly gentle whirlwind appeared in the field for no reason, and rolled up the almost frightened monks in the field.

In an instant, the venue was emptied.

The old voice snorted coldly, and the coercion disappeared.

Only the six Xuanqing Hall disciples who looked at each other were left.

"Senior brother, do you know why the ancestor is angry?" Xuan Huangzhu looked at the young man and asked after a moment's consideration.

The young man ignored Xuan Huangzhu, glanced at the western sky with some confusion, and then left directly.

Xuan Huangzhu smiled bitterly, a little regretful of his impulsiveness, he originally thought that through this Wen Bi, he would initially grasp the strength of the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Barbarian Ghost Sect, but he didn't expect that the main drama would end abruptly as soon as it began.

Although Xuan Huangzhu was depressed, he didn't dare to complain in the slightest in his heart, because the owner of that old voice was the real ancestor of Xuanqing Palace.

It's just that this old ancestor who is not shocked by the collapse of the sky, how can he pay attention to these weak people?

"Is it really because I scolded his descendants?" Xuan Huangzhu was puzzled.

- - - - - -

The stars were exceptionally bright tonight, and the crescent moon was faint and almost nowhere to be seen.

The western sky, the light of the stars, was obscured by a rapidly falling stone.

With a "bang", He Xiaoshi smashed to the ground in embarrassment.

Then, a louder sound sounded beside He Xiaoshi.

A huge ball of meat smashed in front of He Xiaoshi.

"Ah, it hurts me!"

A greasy cry of pain rang out.

It was Zhu Qian.

At this time, the fat man grinned and touched his ass under the starlight, cursing and practicing in his mouth.

He Xiaoshi ignored the other party, but his eyes flashed slightly thinking about something.

According to He Xiaoshi's astuteness, he would never be able to see the previous scene clearly, if it was a normal day, he was afraid that he would be the first to flee, and this time he was dropped here in embarrassment, there was another reason.

At this time, He Xiaoshi was even more incomprehensible than Xuan Huangzhu.

Because when that powerful coercion appeared, his sense of familiarity when crossing the stone bridge appeared more clearly.

What made He Xiaoshi even more puzzling was that with the appearance of coercion, a ruthless and ignorant voice sounded in his ears: "At noon in two days, I will go to Shenlongyuan." ”

Without waiting for He Xiaoshi to speak, the voice disappeared without a trace.

"What the hell is going on?"

At this time, He Xiaoshi's thoughts were spinning rapidly, and the kind of speculation in his heart couldn't help but emerge.

The next moment, He Xiaoshi had to stop thinking, because a snow-white sword light came from a distance and stopped in front of him in an instant.

The temperature around seems to have dropped somewhat.

The person who came was Xia Han, who had a cold temperament.

"Senior Sister Xia Han, why did you come here?

Zhu Qian was startled by Xia Han's sudden appearance, a hint of fear flashed in his narrow eyes, and he asked timidly.

Xia Hanli ignored Zhu Qian, and threw out a sentence: "Get out of the way." ”

Zhu Qian suddenly moved his thick legs with a resentful face, walked silently into the distance, and looked back at He Xiaoshi from time to time.

The expression on Zhu Qian's face was obvious: "Stay away from this woman, otherwise you will die an ugly death." ”

Under the starlight, Xia Han, dressed in white and with a beautiful face, seemed to be a fairy who did not eat fireworks in the world, as if he was going to ride the wind.

He Xiaoshi's eyes were calm, his expression remained unchanged, and he asked, "I don't know why Xia Daoyou is here?"

Xia Han glanced at He Xiaoshi and said lightly: "I came here to find you for something." ”

He Xiaoshi looked at Xia Han quietly, waiting for the following.

"In front of the Qingxin Palace, you defeated Li Tianlin and let me get rid of a * annoyance, in addition, when I encountered the devil fog, you also saved my life, I don't want to owe everyone favors, so this time, I came to repay the cause and effect of these two buildings," Xia Han gathered his green silk that shone under the starlight, and said lightly.

After finishing speaking, Xia Han patted the cuffs lightly, and the blue flying sword that Fang had just exchanged for the Gathering Spirit Pill at the exchange meeting flew out of the cuffs and hovered in front of her.

"Listening to the elders, you have obtained the unrepentant sword technique, and I can also feel the faint sword intent hidden in your body, in this case, you should use this flying sword, in this case, you and I can be regarded as two clear," Xia Han continued, his divine sense moved slightly, and the blue flying sword flew towards He Xiaoshi.

He Xiaoshi never expected that such a good thing would come to the door, he looked at the blue flying sword in front of him that exuded an amazing chill, and his heart was moved, he hesitated slightly, looked at Xia Han deeply, and said: "Since this is the case, then it is disrespectful to go down", after finishing speaking, he waved his right hand, and the flying sword was put away by him.

A chill came from the body of this flying sword, and the unrepentant sword technique in He Xiaoshi's body actually had a subtle feeling that echoed from afar.

After Xia Han saw that He Xiaoshi put away the flying sword so directly, a trace of surprise couldn't help but appear on his beautiful face, and the next moment this trace of surprise disappeared, replaced by a cold alienation.

"This flying sword was exchanged for the Gathering Spirit Pill, it is enough for you to make two shots, don't blackmail me in the future," When he said this, Xia Han's face was calm, but there was a certain light in his beautiful eyes that made He Xiaoshi uncomfortable.

The trace of gratitude in He Xiaoshi's heart disappeared suddenly, he looked at Xia Han and said lightly: "Xia Daoyou, rest assured, I am definitely not that kind of person." ”

Xia Han looked at He Xiaoshi's unsalty and unpleasant appearance, and then glanced at He Xiaoshi's extremely ugly face, and somehow got a disgust in her heart, she snorted coldly with some annoyance, pinched the sword trick, and the next moment it turned into a white light and disappeared into the distance.

He Xiaoshi looked at the extremely fast sword light with some envy, and wondered in his heart when he would be able to fly to a short-distance sword like Xia Han......

Nothing was said all night.

Following.

He Xiaoshi lay out a simple formation near his residence to prevent other people's divine consciousness detection, and his eyes flashed slightly.

Since coming to this world, although he has experienced several dangers, he can be regarded as extremely lucky.

Immortal guns, a large number of spirit stones, the "Tao Sutra" passed on to him by Xiao Xiaotian, the armed god ape, etc., he can be said to have a lot of opportunities.

It's just that in his heart, he always feels empty, as if he has lost something very precious.

He Xiaoshi took a deep breath and threw all these negative emotions out of his mind, and then under the slight turn of his consciousness, the blue flying sword suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

He Xiaoshi's eyes condensed slightly, and under the operation of spiritual power, a sword intent that was faint but had a cold intent suddenly emanated from his body.

The blue flying sword was stimulated by this sword intent, and suddenly let out a clear sword sound, and then above the sword body, the blue light was released.

The temperature of the entire room suddenly dropped by a few points.

A slight look of excitement appeared on He Xiaoshi's ugly face, and he breathed in a very regular manner according to the guidance of the Unrepentant Sword Technique.

The sword light on the blue flying sword spewed out, surrounding He Xiaoshi's body, and kept spinning.

In a short time, the sound of Qingyue's sword sounded.

After a long time, He Xiaoshi stopped controlling the flying sword, looked at the flying sword with bright eyes, and muttered to himself: "From now on, you will be called Lan Ling." ”

The flying sword lowered its head slightly, and then turned into a ray of blue light and entered He Xiaoshi's eyebrows.

The corners of He Xiaoshi's mouth were slightly upturned, as if the other party was quite satisfied with the control of the flying sword, and then his heart moved, and he took out the eighth-level collapse boxing technique from his sleeve and watched it seriously.

Time is like water, quietly disappearing.

Half a day passed in a flash.

During this period, except for the fat man Zhu Qian, who visited He Xiaoshi, and was unceremoniously rejected by He Xiaoshi, no one bothered him.

In the afternoon, when the sun was setting in the west, He Xiaoshi's long body rose up with a feeling, and his figure flashed and appeared in the courtyard.

He stood in front of the pale golden bamboo, his legs slightly bent, his fists clenched, and the spiritual power in his body followed the fixed meridians, running wildly.

The coercion of the foundation building period, with a faint smell of destruction, emanated.

Atmosphere.

The pale golden bamboo leaves were blown and swayed, making a slight "bang" sound.

He Xiaoshi's hair, which was neatly combed at the back of his head, suddenly fell apart, and then danced backwards!