"This kid in my family is still young and lacks experience, but he is timid at such a moment, which disappoints Brother Qian. ”

Song Lin, the ancestor of the Song family, who was standing beside Old Ancestor Qian, opened his mouth and said apologetically.

These words were said beautifully, which made Qian Laozu want to be angry, but he couldn't directly send his anger to Song Yubao.

"Hmph, the eighteenth family still lacks a junior who can fight? Old Ancestor Qian snorted coldly and turned his head to look at Han Xiao.

There was a glimmer of light in his eyes, and he said lightly: "Wu Ningshu, I heard that you were expelled from the Wu family, if you can fight on behalf of the eighteenth family today and win the battle, I will grant you permission to return to the family." ”

At this time, Wu Ningshu, Tang Chi and others were not far from Han Xiao's body, and they were obviously close.

But Qian Laozu just wanted to test it.

Between the promise of the Jindan ancestor and the so-called friendship of tribulation, it depends on how you choose!

Wu Ningshu, the descendant of the Wu family who turned the tide.

Among the descendants of the eighteenth family, the reputation is second only to the two in the foundation realm.

Recently, it is said that this self-expelled family has no idea how it appeared here today.

In the hall, countless eyes were cast on Wu Ningshu.

Wu Ning bundled his clothes, stood up unhurriedly, and bowed to Qian Laozu.

"The ancestor is very loving, Wu Ning is ashamed and dare not be. He clenched his fists, then raised his head and said, "Ning Shu knows that he is not the enemy of Fairy Lin's sword, so he will not play to show his ugliness." ”

After speaking, he hugged his fists again, and Shi Shiran sat down.

"You-"

The anger in Old Ancestor's eyes was like substance, and he gritted his teeth and smiled: "Okay, they are all good sons of my eighteenth family." ”

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Han Qianshan not far from him.

"What about you?"

Old Ancestor Qian actually wanted to send a foundation realm cultivator to fight against Lin Xiao'er!

In the hall, the sound of muffled voices came from everywhere.

Building the foundation realm, for the vast majority of the people present, is beyond the reach of a lifetime.

This is where the Maison is founded.

Isn't it a bit of a fuss to fight a little maid with a foundation building realm overhaul?

But think about it, Qian Laozu, a Jindan Ancestor figure, ran into a wall one after another, and was rejected by his juniors, and the anger in his heart was hard to dissipate, and it was normal to be angry with Lin Xiao'er.

The foundation realm made a move, and it was a natural crushing victory.

In this battle, there is no suspense at all.

Han Qianshan showed a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Ancestor, forgive me, the sixteenth brother has a great favor to me, if I make a move at this time, I really shouldn't. ”

After pondering for a moment, Han Qianshan lowered his head and said in a low voice.

The guests below all nodded slightly.

Han Qianshan had justified Han Xiao's name in front of everyone before, and it was understandable that he would not make a move to repay his kindness at this time.

Although Qian Laozu was annoyed in his heart, he could only nod at this time.

"Hehe, Brother Jiu, it's really rare for a son of Qianshan to have such a character, I'll keep a matchmaker and marry your Zhu family, okay?"

Han Xiao, who was sitting in the distance, suddenly spoke up at this time and looked at Zhu Guangsheng beside him.

Protecting the media?

Han Qianshan looked up a little stunned and looked at Han Xiao.

It's all at this time, and you still have the heart to think about this?

Those guests also looked at Han Xiao with some amusement.

You, Han Xiao, are going to cut yourself off from the family today, what face do you have to protect the media?

It's strange that the Zhu family will give you face.

"Okay, there are thirteen noble daughters of my Zhu family, and I am at the mercy of the virtuous brother of Qianshan. Zhu Guangsheng sat up straight and said loudly.

Promised!

Moreover, she is still a noble daughter of the Zhu family at her disposal.

"Brother Chengshan, the affairs of the children, there will be more worries to worry about in the future. Han Chongjun arched his hand towards Zhu Chengshan, and opened his mouth happily.

"Don't worry, my Zhu family's noble daughters are not squeamish. Zhu Chengshan raised his face and said indifferently.

These two people actually climbed up to each other.

The Han family has two elixirs, and the Zhu family marries them, so getting one pill is not a big deal.

The other one, there are Tang Yijin and the ancestor of the Song family.

The two looked at each other, and a wry smile appeared in their eyes.

"Hmph, it seems that the old man is worrying. Qian Laozu snorted coldly, turned his head and said: "This elixir gambles, you can watch it." ”

Anyway, it's not his to get the elixir, but he lost face in it, why bother?

"Hey, Tang Zhong, you go and fight with Fairy Lin. Tang Yijin spoke directly.

Below, a fifty-year-old man stood up, bowed to Tang Yijin, and flew up.

The foundation is double-layered.

"Offended. ”

This old man named Tang Zhong was in the air, and the spiritual power on his body had been transformed into golden darts, piercing Lin Xiao'er's body, sealing all her retreats.

At this time, this gambling fight is not so much for a spirit pill that is bound to be won, but for the face of the family.

Tang Zhong made a move, showing the demeanor of a master of foundation building, in order to win with one blow.

Looking at the golden dart on his body, the sword light in Lin Xiao'er's hand exploded.

"When—"

"When—"

......

The sound is like thunder, and the light is like a flying dragon.

The entire field was full of sword shadows.

"Okay! I can practice swordsmanship to such a state, this woman is the only one I have ever seen. Lu Shen admired the head.

Not only him, but the others also saw such a sword light for the first time, and they were all fascinated by it.

"Kura—"

The sword light not only blocked all the golden darts, but also took the time to fight back.

Tang Zhong was stunned and hurriedly flew back.

Lin Xiao'er was unforgiving, and the sword light chased after him, biting hard.

But in an instant, the two exchanged offense and defense.

"Fairy be careful!"

After circling the venue twice, Tang Zhong couldn't hang up anymore, let out a low shout, a flash of inspiration flashed in his hand, and a cyan long knife was in his hands.

"Drink—"

He let out a loud shout, and the long knife slashed down towards the sword light.

"When—"

The sword pill in Lin Xiao'er's palm shook, and the sword light trembled instantly, as if it was about to be disillusioned at any time.

No matter how sharp the swordsmanship is, the gap in spiritual power is too big to support it at all.

Sure enough, it was a foundation building realm, and Lin Xiaoer's weakness was immediately seen.

Han Xiao looked at Lin Xiao'er with a solemn face curiously, wanting to see how she would respond.

In the early days of foundation building, it was not difficult for Lin Xiaoer to win the battle.

But how to choose between them, you can see her heart at this time.

"When—"

Lin Xiao'er's face was solemn, and the sword pill in his hand once again conjured up a three-foot long sword, striking at the long knife.

The sword light was disillusioned again.

One hit.

Two hits.

Triple hit.

......

Lin Xiao'er's face became more and more pale, but the smile on Han Xiao's face was even better.

"Haha, Fairy Lin, if you can take three more knives, Tang will give up the knife and admit defeat. ”

Seeing that Lin Xiao'er had retreated to the sidelines, Tang Zhong laughed and raised the long knife in his hand.

Winning a realm-breaking elixir for his ancestor, such a glory made him unable to calm his mood anymore.

"Hah-"

He was full of spiritual power like a pillar, holding a knife in both hands, and slashed hard.

"Boom-"

The aura revealed the blade of the knife and pressed down on Lin Xiao'er's head.

"Kura—"

Lin Xiao'er, as always, met the sword light in her hand.

"When—"

The sound is crisp.

The half-cut two-foot-long broken blade flew into the air.

Lin Xiao'er's sword light grazed Tang Zhong's neck, bringing out a blood mark.

"Dang Chang—"

"Bang Bang Bang-"

Except for the sound of the broken knife falling to the ground, only Han Xiao's applause remained.

"My sword cultivation sword is hard, and you have to be more attentive, you are considered a beginner. Han Xiao's eyes showed a hint of appreciation, and this gaze made Lin Xiao'er's nose sour.

Childe seems to have never boasted about himself.

Today, for the first time.