"Return!"

It was a big word in front of him again, and this time it was the handwriting that appeared in the air, like a dragon going to sea with a majestic momentum.

Sheng Derun, a Kyushu righteous path primordial infant overhaul, was teleported without a trace without any resistance.

"Demon, where did you get my master?"

Someone in the Jiuyang Immortal Sect shouted angrily, it was Sheng Derun's proud protégé who had been defeated before.

I saw that this benevolent brother was covered in blood, staggering to his feet, and he was extremely miserable.

"But when you send the old-timers back to your hometown, you can't forget your roots."

Wang Xi bowed slightly to the Kyushu monks on the surrounding mountains, and said loudly: "Seniors, I, Wang Xi, am just a mortal, but I have something to say today!" ”

"It's time to start, plug your ears!"

The ancestor of Wang Guanzi's classmate looked shocked, and hurriedly said to the lewd demon Dao white-clothed boy squatting next to him.

"Ancestor, why don't you cover it?"

Wang Guanzi was a little puzzled.

It's a pity that he covered his ears too tightly to hear what the real old man was muttering.

Directly opposite the immortal ring where Wang Xi was, Yun Changlan stood on the tip of the huge stone sword, looking at Wang Xi, who was about to speak, he frowned, and with a wave of his big sleeves, invisible fluctuations shrouded the heads of all the Fuyao Sect people behind him.

Many high-level celebrities and factions have similar actions, especially the Kyushu Demon Dao, almost putting on the momentum of the decisive battle of the demons, the magic weapons of the divine soul defense are layer after layer, and all kinds of light rise to the sky, overpowering the scorching sun, which is very good-looking.

There are only a few small sects and scattered cultivators who don't know why, and they are stunned in place.

"Uncle Shi, what does this uncle want to say, he looks very powerful?"

Beigong Nianqin is not very old, her practice is too hard, and her knowledge is a hard injury.

"I guess he's going to read poetry."

Wei Lezhan turned his head and said earnestly to the juniors behind him: "This Huangzhou scholar wants to come to promote his avenue, which is tantamount to throat poison for some people, but the people of our Sword Sect have always stood upright, if his words are beneficial, it doesn't hurt to listen to them, if you don't agree, you have been in the flowers, the leaves are not touched, and the sword cultivation is also the cultivation of the mind, it should be regarded as the sharpening of your own Dao heart, understand?" ”

"Yes, Uncle Shi!"

The junior of the Sword Sect replied with a brush, and his young and immature face was full of curiosity and determination.

Not everyone can enter the Sword Sect, and not everyone can get up early and practice without embellishment.

“。。。

The middle hall dances fairy, and the smoke is jade.

Warm guest mink fur, sad management chase clear.

Persuade guests to make camel's hoof soup, frost orange pressed orange.

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.

The prosperity and withering are very different, and the melancholy is difficult to recount.

The north is Jingwei, and the official crossing has changed again.

The group of water descends from the west, and the extreme eye is high and abrupt.

It is suspected that Kongtong is coming, and I am afraid that it will touch the pillar of heaven.

The river beam is fortunately not broken, and the branches are supported.

Travel to climb each other, Sichuan and Guangzhou can not be crossed.

The old wife is from a different county, and ten people are separated from the wind and snow.

Who can ignore it for a long time? They are hungry and thirsty.

The entry is screaming, and the young son is dying of hunger!

I would rather mourn, and the alleys also whimpered.

He is ashamed to be a father, and he died without food.

How do you know that Qiu Hedeng, poverty has a hurry.

Meditating on the unemployed, because of the thought of the far away.

Worries end in the south, and the hole cannot be broken.

。。。 ”

In front of the Zhongzhou Fuyao Sword Sect, the world's heroes gathered, and at this moment there was no sound, only the voice of a scholar echoed on the top of the mountains, which lasted for a long time.

When hundreds of words are sprinkled in the air, the mighty spirit lasts forever.

"Uncle Shi, I... I didn't understand much. ”

"Ancestor, what did he say?"