Luo Xun looked at Lan Jiu and chuckled, led her aside, and set up a spiritual barrier: "If I win, what reward is there?" ”

Lan Jiu was worried that he hadn't closed his eyes all night, and he looked a little haggard at the moment, and when he heard him say this, his brain was a little confused: "I have nothing, what can I give you?" ”

Luo Xun looked at her, like a cat that hadn't woken up, confused and cute. Sideways blocking everyone's view, his rough fingers rubbed lightly on Lan Jiu's lips: "I want this!" ”

Lan Jiu suddenly sobered up, like a red-hot shrimp, the whole person was hot, obviously shy, but he still smiled and nodded, and said angrily: "Hmm"

Luo Xun quickly turned away, as if he didn't care about the injuries he had suffered and the hardships he had experienced in the past few days. Turning over and jumping into the ring, there was no wind in the hall, but Lan Jiu felt that the cold air was like a hunting wind, which made Luo Xun and the stomach pheasant look a little different.

The stomach pheasant looked at Luo Xun and said: "I will definitely go all out today, but it's a pity that you are not ......fast enough" The stomach pheasant looked at Luo Xun with some regret, and then his eyes were cold: "Take it!" ”

After speaking, the stomach pheasant kicked lightly on the tip of his toes, and the silver spear flew up, and as soon as the ape arm was extended, the spear was horizontal in the air, and the mighty instrument shook the entire hall. The figure spun around, leaving only an afterimage where he had just stood.

Luo Xun changed his previous state of confrontation, standing quietly in place, and closed his eyes. The spiritual power condensed into the ears, and the subtle wind movements were carefully discerned.

Then he raised the Xuanling Sword and slashed towards the air in front of him.

Everyone in the audience raised their hearts to their throats, and Kong Sang Mo hurriedly said, "What is he doing?" Don't you want to kill yourself? ”

Unexpectedly, there was a slight tearing sound, and the stomach pheasant fell from the air, and half of its sleeve was cut off by the sword qi. His eyes became feverish. There was another afterimage, and the man disappeared.

Luo Xun moved quickly left and right, hissing through the wind, and like a dragon shuttling, his body suddenly paused, raised his hand and burst into a sword qi, with the help of the sword qi, the whole body arched and retreated dozens of meters back. And where he was standing just now, the spear of the stomach pheasant pierced straight down from above, seeing that Luo Xun had already avoided it, he plunged into the floor of the ring, and with a strong pick, he overturned countless wooden planks and flew towards Luo Xun.

Luo Xun flew up, and a sword aura was invincible, cutting horizontally, and the wooden planks shattered and fell to the ground. Then he spun in the air, jumped up on a mid-air plank, and flew a sword in the air towards the right rear. The spiritual power was vast and abundant, and the Xuanling Sword faintly emitted a white light, and the sword qi shook the audience like thousands of troops.

There was a crisp sound of "ding", and the head of the spear was pressed against the Xuanling sword, but the red Yingluo was cut off and scattered in all directions, like a blooming flower.

"What a domineering sword qi." Kong Sangmo couldn't help but admire, and Leng Junche looked sideways.

Lan Jiu was nervous and silent, feeling as if his breath was a little redundant.

The stomach pheasant whispered a soft "huh" and disappeared, this person is too fast and not good, it is always difficult for people to see clearly.

Luo Xun took half a step forward and stood firmly in place, his spiritual power wandering around, his senses were keen, and he closed his eyes again. At this moment, he could even discern Lan Jiu's nervous, somewhat interrupted gasps, and the gale behind his ears was coming towards him like a loud roar. He turned around and blocked the Xuanling Sword in front of him, but instead of making a hard connection, he slid backwards with the majestic power of the stomach pheasant.

Then he turned around quickly, stood quietly, flipped his wrists, and swords flew around, it was time!

Xuan Ling Sword conjured up six clones, and was already one step ahead of others in attacking an empty place. Halfway through, I saw the stomach pheasant appear, and the stomach pheasant danced the silver spear again, and smashed the sword one by one like last time. But when he was accepting the recruitment, he suddenly looked behind him with some doubts.

Luo Xun's Xuanling Sword landed firmly on the shoulder of the stomach pheasant. It turned out that what the stomach pheasant was worried about just now was that he had only broken six swords. The other hand, still held in Luo Xun's hand, was next to his neck at the moment.

"Wonderful, wonderful." The stomach pheasant shouted: "There are people outside the world, I just say that there is no fast and no break, but I didn't expect that it only took you seven days to realize the method of using slow to control fast." The last move was even more brilliant, and soon there would be a mistake, and I realized that I was missing a sword, but it was too late. What's your name? I want to remember you. ”

"Junior, Luo Xun." Luo Xun shook the ground, and then knelt down with his sword in both hands: "Thank you seniors for your guidance these days, if there are no seniors, the younger generations may not be able to understand this quick and rapid reversal." ”

"Okay, good, good, Luo Xun, I remember you." The stomach pheasant raised his hand to help Luo Xun: "You guys go over, I won't be so bored in the next days." Slow method, I'm going to study it carefully. ”

Lan Jiu breathed a long sigh of relief, and rushed to the stage happily: "Luo Xun, why are you so powerful." ”

Seeing her so happy, Luo Xun couldn't help but rub her hair: "I'm worried about you." ”

"Hey." Lan Jiu was a little embarrassed: "Now it seems that I am worried in vain." It turns out that you have already made up your mind. ”

Luo Xun had a somewhat embarrassed and somewhat protective expression, and glanced at the stomach pheasant: "How can there be any confidence, it is indeed that he was beaten by his predecessors and was unable to fight back." It's just that under the teaching of my predecessors, I have improved a lot, and I realized this way by chance. ”

The stomach pheasant's eyes showed appreciation, his natural strength was so extraordinary, and he was humble and polite, and his son could be taught: "Come here, I will teach you a set of steps without a trace, which can be regarded as returning your affection for the wine and food." ”

What kind of food can withstand the pace of the stomach pheasant? Obviously, he appreciates Luo Xun.

When Luo Xun heard this, he was about to go to worship again, but was stopped by the stomach pheasant: "You don't worship me, I don't accept apprentices, I just don't owe favors." ”

Lan Jiu hurriedly got out of the ring, not daring to disturb the two. Seeing Leng Junche looking at him, he pursed his lower lip a little shyly: "You already knew that Luo Xun could win, and you didn't tell me, so I was worried in vain." ”

Leng Junche's face was cold to death, and he turned his head to look at Luo Xun of the Stomach Pheasant Sect, and didn't pay attention to Lan Jiu at all.

"Sure enough, it's an ice lump." Lan Jiu muttered in a low voice, and happily went to share the joy of victory with Kong Sangmo and Aman. The three of them were chattering, and Leng Junche was upset.

Pleiades, day chickens! Generous and kind, able to speak well, strong and arrogant. It is rumored that tweeting can dispel all evils. What is the situation of the Rooster Hall on this day?

Push open the door of the Riji Palace, a scorching heat wave blows in the face, where is the main hall, it is clearly the barren boundless Gobi, this is the first big hall that can not see the edge, look at a piece of earthy yellow color. The sun here is extraordinarily large, as if it occupies most of the sky, and it scorches the earth with scorching heat.

The Riji Hall is like a world without a trace of water vapor, and the ground has long been cracked into blocks. The Gobi Desert is covered with sharp sand and gravel blocks, scorched by the sun, and walking on it is like walking on a sea of swords and fire. There was a smell of steamed earth in the air, so hot that it was hard to breathe, and I tried my best to breathe, and I felt that the heat wave was flowing into my nose, burning my internal organs and hurting.

Luo Xun and Leng Junche were no different, Kong Sang Mo took out a fan and kept fanning it, but the wind was also as hot as fire. Ah Man continued to absorb some power from the Gobi and turned it into spiritual power, although he was sweating profusely, he was finally fine.

Only Lan Jiu, who was the root of the water spirit, felt that he might become a dried fish if he took a few more steps. Sweat kept coming out, and when I reached out, I found that it was steamed as soon as it came out, and there was nothing. Lan Jiu felt a sharp pain in her skin, and she could finally feel the pain of Li Dali, who had fallen in love with the yin-yang fish, leaving the water and being dry and cracked.

The heat scorched and steamed her, and her lips were cracked with fine dry marks, and the blood looked a little shocking through the dry marks. Lan Jiu opened her mouth and gasped, but the more she gasped, the more depressed she became, and countless Venus began to emerge in front of her eyes, and she blinked slowly, and even her eyelids seemed to be dry and stuck to her eyeballs.

Seeing this, Luo Xun looked at Leng Junche and said, "The fire system spell here is too powerful, her cultivation is low, and she is a water spirit root, can I ask you to take her with me?" ”

Luo Xun majored in gold magic, and naturally did not have an advantage over Leng Junche of the fire system here, and Lan Jiu was dying again, so he had to ask Leng Junche. Fortunately, although he dislikes it, he is not a person who will not be saved when he dies.

Leng Junche saw Lan Jiu breathing with his mouth open, like a fish thrown on the shore, and said helplessly: "Trouble" took Lan Jiu's hand through his sleeve.

The moment Leng Junche's hand touched him, Lan Jiu instantly became comfortable, and the cool and penetrating spiritual power spread all over his body along his palm, and the fiery feeling immediately subsided. Isn't he a major in fire, why are his hands so cold?

Lan Jiu was in a lot of spirits, and at this time, she couldn't care about the difference between men and women and Leng Junche's terrifying black face, she only thought about coveting that coolness, and the whole person involuntarily leaned on Leng Junche's arm.

Leng Junche's brows furrowed slightly, he reached out and pushed her away a little harder, and then strode forward. He was tall and long-legged, and his steps were big and urgent, and Lan Jiu had to trot to finally keep up.

In this way, the group walked for a few hours, and the Gobi was still so boundless, as if there was no end at all. If Kong Sangmo had already started scolding his mother before, but at this time, he was already roasted and his mouth was dry and he couldn't open his mouth.

Leng Junche dragged Lan Jiu very helplessly, and while walking briskly, he kicked away a few stones with his foot. I had to push her farther away from time to time, but I didn't dare to leave. It looks like it's a combination of hands and feet, not to mention how busy it is.

As he walked, he suddenly stopped, and said with some annoyance, "You grabbed my wrist." After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves.

Lan Jiu didn't dare to leave Leng Junche at the moment, peeked at Luo Xun, saw him nodding, and immediately obediently grabbed Leng Junche's cold wrist.

Leng Junche's hands were free, and he immediately flipped his fingers, pinched out a dazzling decision, and shouted: "Break!" ”