Above the mid-air, another figure appeared at this time. But I saw that his facial features were upright and his face was soft. With a majestic figure, a healthy bronzed complexion and neat short hair, he is not a beautiful man. Immediately, his hand bent into a claw, and an endless suction force swept out from the palm of his hand. Suddenly, the nine-toothed nail rake roared up, was held tightly in his hand, and carried it on his right shoulder.

Who is the person who came? When it is the owner of the Ghost Gate Martial Arts Pavilion, a wild rake, a pig brave!

Gradually, the air flow around Zhu Yonghuan's body agitated, and his robe grinned. Pure light emerged from his dantian, lingering on his limbs like flowing water, like a golden helmet and iron armor, guarding his body extremely tightly. His breath also went away far beyond Mu Xiao in an instant.

For a while, the three masters of the Xuandan Realm in Qingyan Town were in a three-legged position in mid-air, containing and confronting each other, and the atmosphere was particularly tense. It's like a big war, just a spark away...

However, the reason why these three people who were above the air were able to stand in Qingyan Town and not fall down was not only because of their excellent strength, but also because of their deep city government. is the most reckless Mo Yan here, and he also knows that this is not a hands-on opportunity, if he makes a rash move, he is afraid that he will be counterattacked by the other two companies and there are no bones left.

Suddenly, Na Mo Yan exhaled lightly, and instead gathered all the pure light around his body into the Xuandan. Suddenly, the great power that shrouded heaven and earth also retreated for the most part. "Two, don't be impulsive, but occasionally have a fight, don't really hurt it. He quietly suppressed the coldness in his eyes, and his kind face showed a smile like a warm sun. At that moment, he was no longer as aggressive as before. What's more, it's the superficial illusion of inclusiveness.

After all, Mu Xiao has lived most of his life and knows what it means to retreat. Although I know it in my heart, I can't be too stiff on my face. But seeing that he pulled out a smile, he arched his hand and said, "What the owner of the Mo Pavilion said is extremely true. Then, the pure light around his body was then collected in the Xuandan.

Can...

As the saying goes, old and calm, young and vigorous. Obviously, Mu Xiao belongs to the former, while Zhu Yongguan belongs to the latter. Mu Xiao will go down the steps of Moyan, but Zhu Yonghuan may not. In his life motto, there is only one sentence: "Life and death are downplayed, and if you don't accept it, you will do it!" What he hates the most is grinding and chirping, beating around the bush. Trouble! it, it's over!

"I said, Moyan. Who are you pretending to show it to? Fools can see that you provoked this. Zhu Yong's eyes burst with essence, although he was outspoken, but his head was not confused. To this day, he still has no intention of making a move, but he is stimulating Moyan to make a move.

Hearing this, Mo Yan remained silent, with a faint and kind smile on his face, but there was a yin owl quietly moving at the bottom of his eyes. The mysterious power in the body flowed and restrained, surging quietly from the palm of the hand, and then it was clenched in a fist, and it vibrated out from the inside out. But I saw the air flow churning and the strong wind howling. Suddenly, Mu Xiao and Zhu Yonghuan's eyes condensed, and within the dantian, Xuandan swirled rapidly. Only the pure light burst out, the nail rake and the long sword were all attached to the bright, more and more awe-inspiring.

When Mo Yan saw this, he smiled. "Brother Pig, Mu Lao. Don't be frightened, Mo Yan will take his leave now!"

......

It's day and night, the moon is in the sky, and the moon stars are scarce. It's just that the night was silent, and everything was silent. Unexpectedly, there was a sudden sound of angry rebuke in the Blood Killing Martial Arts Hall, shattering the tranquility of the night.

"Stupid!" said that Na Moyan's face was red at this time, and his eyes were full of gloom. Hand up, cup down. With a bang, the cup shattered on the head of the Davidian, and the tea mixed with blood slipped from his forehead. "Burned down my unrepaired endangered pavilion, just to beg your Uncle Gu to take action?" should I call you naïve, or should I call you naïve?!" Mo Yan scolded angrily, raised his hand, and wanted to fall in anger.

Can...

Tiger poison does not eat children, this is true. Mo Yan's hand finally stopped at the top of Davish.

"That's it. Mo Yan waved his hand, and the anger in his heart was suppressed. The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a grim smile. "You just said that you heard that Mu Zhilan's secret weapon technique was learned from a kid surnamed Xiao?" Mo Yansen's cold eyes swept over, and seeing Davis's nod, Sen Ran's smile became more and more intense.

Those who go along prosper, and those who go against it die!

This is the basic principle of Moyan...

But at this time, Xiao Xuanyan was pacing in the courtyard of the Eagle Howling Martial Arts Pavilion, completely unaware that there was a great danger looming towards him. Suddenly, his soul power and spiritual sea shook suddenly, his eyes condensed, and his eyes glowed fiercely.

"Who's there?" Xiao Xuanyan shouted, and the sound spread. In about half an hour, countless black-clothed figures appeared. If you look closely, you will find that their cultivation is all around the fifth level of body forging, which is very suitable for Xiao Xuanbin's practice.

"Boy, my master is invited. One of the black-clothed men stepped forward and said in a deep voice, the mysterious power in his body surging around.

"Your master.... What kind of thing?!" Xiao Xuanbin is not a fool, his heart is like a mirror. As the saying goes, Ming people don't do dark things. These uninvited guests sneaked in the middle of the night, and what they did was definitely not a good thing.

When the man in black heard this, he was not annoyed. When he slashed a palm towards Xiao Xuanbin, the palm wind was whistling. The corners of Xiao Xuan's mouth were slightly hooked, and his body moved lightly, like a vigorous civet cat, and he swept in an instant. The man in black fell short of this palm, but before he could come back to his senses, Xiao Xuanhui jumped up and punched lightly. Only that punch came out like the wind, the mysterious force swept through, the air flow agitated and surged, and the strong wind whistled out.

The man in black looked slightly frightened, his eyes condensed, and then his body retreated sharply. With a loud shout, the rest of the black-clothed people rushed towards Xiao Xuanbin's place like a torrent of anger.

Sharp, solemn! Both appeared between Xiao Xuan's eyebrows at the same time. It's just that he turned his hand into a palm, and his palm turned into a thousand, and his strength contained rigidity and softness. In an instant, the palm shadows in the sky roared out, like the colorful falling flowers scattered in all directions. But when he heard the muffled sound of "buzzing", the dust flew under his feet, and the man in black scattered and flew upside down. In the courtyard, there are huge palm prints.

Immediately, Xiao Xuanyan closed his palms and stood on the branches of the ancient tree like the goshawk. In the depths of the clear black eyes, ripples are shining, reflecting the .... It means self-confidence.

"What a young man from the Xiao family, good skills!"

At this moment, there was another sound of appreciation in the sky, which made Xiao Xuan's body and mind tremble. Then, the body moved again, like the soaring goshawk, stepping into the air. But this time, Xiao Xuanhui didn't have such good luck to escape. But seeing the wind and clouds in the sky, the strong wind was howling, and the brilliant pure light was bursting and overflowing, and in an instant, half of the void was impregnated.

The great oppression was like a five-fingered mountain suppressing down, and the Xuan power in Xiao Xuanbin's body was running to the extreme, but it was also speeding up. It's just that he was dripping with cold sweat and pale, and there was the slightest trace of blood flowing in the seven orifices. He resisted stubbornly, but in the face of this sudden coercion, he was like an ant under a giant palm. How can a mayfly shake a tree?

This time, it's critical!

[Kneel down and beg for recommendations, take pity on the new writers!]