The white-haired old man of the Holy Luo Sect was so angry that his hair flew up, and he said with angry eyes: "You!"

The feminine young man Wang Xuanji sneered, and after glancing at everyone behind him, he slowly pulled out the long sword on his back like frost and snow, the sword light was like a bay of spring water, but it was extremely cold, and it suddenly spread in the air.

It's a superficial attitude.

The faces of the Saint Luo Sect's spiritual monks were gloomy as water, and the anger in their eyes was almost erupting, but they had to suppress it in their hearts, their faces were extremely red, and they were extremely aggrieved.

There is no way, who makes Tianyuan Mountain the most powerful sect on this continent, and no one can match it.

More than ten years ago, Saint Luo Men could still compete with Tianyuan Mountain for the leader of the mainland sect, but in that sect war that swept hundreds of sects, the ancestor of the Yuan Infant in the sect was killed by Tianyuan Mountain, not to mention, even the several descendants who had high hopes also fell into the fighting method.

Now the entire Saint Luo Men is simply hating Tianyuan Mountain, so after Zhang Hatshui saw that token, he couldn't help but say that he wanted to kill Zhao Shenbi.

Wang Xuanji saw that Saint Romanmon's dare not make a move, so he suddenly raised his long sword, pointed the blade forward, covered his mouth and chuckled, "Since you don't dare to make a move, get out of the way!" Go back and tell those old miscellaneous people of Saint Roman, just say that I killed Zhang Hatshui, see who dares to come forward, and when the time comes, my father will slap one by one, and all of you will be slapped!"

The white-haired old man was so angry that he spat blood, and after taking a few deep breaths in a row, suppressing the rising anger in his chest, he threatened hoarsely, "Today's events, I, Saint Romon, remember, he will definitely pay for his blood debt one day!"

After leaving this cruel remark, the people of St. Romon looked at each other extremely unwillingly, and then returned to the ferry in a gloomy manner, and did not even have the face to stay too long, and immediately urged the formation, set off the majestic waves, and disappeared at the end of the field of vision.

There is no way, if it is replaced by other monks in Tianyuan Mountain, they will probably refuse to give up, and they will definitely avenge Zhang Hatshui, but since the person who came is Wang Xuanji, they have to let people weigh it carefully.

Who in the Tianyuan Continent doesn't know that Wang Xuanji is the leading Tianjiao in the contemporary Tianyuan Mountain, and his father is the ancestor in the sect who is rumored to have stepped into the realm of the gods with half a foot.

Not only is he deeply loved by his father, but he is also a heavenly posture, with a nine-turn sword body, he is a mid-stage sword cultivator at a young age, and the Yuanying realm is a sure thing, and there is a glimmer of hope for the future to be among the gods.

Such a character is naturally regarded as a treasure by Tianyuan Mountain, how can a few manifest deacons be offended?

I'm afraid that without Wang Xuanji's father, who has the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, there will be countless earth immortal monks vying to stand up for him.

Seeing that the Saint Lomen ferry was gradually moving away and turning into an imperceptible dot, Wang Xuanji put away his long sword, and his body became more and more fat.

He turned around and gave Zhao Shenbi a blessing, "In the Lower Heaven Yuan Mountain King Xuanji, thank you Brother Zhao for your help to Uncle Ma a few days ago." ”

When Zhao Shenbi heard this, his face suddenly appeared, and after looking at Wang Xuanji's face, which was more delicate and moving than a woman, he hugged his fists extremely unnaturally and said: "Dao...... Daoyou was polite...... A trivial matter, not enough to worry about. ”

However, Wang Xuanji looked like he was incomparable, and after biting the silver teeth, his fingers lightly touched the placket of his clothes, and he glanced at Zhao Shenbi with some meaning.

At this moment, Zhao Shenbi only felt dizzy in his head, and he couldn't wait to turn his head quickly, out of sight and out of mind.

If a woman behaves like this, it is reasonable, but the person in front of her, although she is beautiful, like a female cultivator, and even has a bit of moving grace between her eyebrows, is a real man.

Zhao Shenbi asked himself about the cultivation for more than ten thousand years, and he has never had a habit of breaking his sleeves, and Longyang is so good, it is naturally difficult to accept the scene in front of him.

Regarding Zhao Shenbi's extremely unnatural attitude, Wang Xuanji didn't seem to care at all, and deliberately threw a wink.

He said with a smile, "Brother Zhao's words are wrong, although the value of that batch of demon beast materials and spirit stones is not more than 100,000 spirit stones, but now that the war is about to start, it is a very important batch of war preparation materials." ”

After he paused, a sincere look of gratitude appeared on his face, "But these are just small money, and the most important thing is that if it weren't for Brother Zhao's action, I'm afraid that Uncle Ma, who brought me up since I was a child, would have completely fallen in this sea area." ”

Saying this, Wang Xuanji's face was crying, which made Zhao Shenbi speechless.

However, he also felt a little emotion in his heart, the huge amount of money of 100,000 spirit stones, in Wang Xuanji's mouth, was just some "small money".

At the same time, Zhao Shenbi was also a little curious about Old Man Ma's identity and background, as well as the relationship between him and Wang Xuanji.

Although Wang Xuanji took the initiative to mention it, he didn't mean to say much, Zhao Shenbi naturally didn't want to ask more, and immediately bowed back and said, "Ma Daoyou is on the boat now?"

When Wang Xuanji heard this, he suddenly patted his head, "Hey, I patronized and talked to Brother Zhao, and I actually stood stupidly on this sea surface for a long time." Please also ask Brother Zhao to move to the boat, I will definitely arrange the best cave for Brother Zhao, and you and I will have a good time at that time. ”

After Zhao Shenbi nodded a little stiffly, he stepped on the ashes, and together with Wang Xuanji and the others, the imperial weapon turned into a brilliant arc and went straight to the west coast of the island, a strange ferry boat that seemed to be towering high mountains.

Those who had nothing to do and were secretly observing from the side, Shan Zeye Xiu, were also shocked and shocked at this moment, and they scattered one after another.

Under a slight observation, Zhao Shenbi was a little curious and surprised by this feminine man named Wang Xuanji.

He found that the six spiritual monks behind Wang Xuanji had never said a word along the way, although they were all in the realm of manifestation, they were completely headed by Wang Xuanji, and even faintly filled with a sense of respect and humility.

As the reincarnation of the Venerable, Zhao Shenbi naturally saw at a glance that in the bodies of these six people, there was an incomparably powerful mental prohibition sealed in the divine soul, enslaving them like a brand.

He had no doubt that as long as Wang Xuanji said a word, these six people could completely spare their lives and blow themselves up on the spot, without even blinking their brows.

At the moment, with the speed of everyone's flight, the miles of land that mortals would have to trek for a long time were just a blink of an eye.

After gently landing on the strange ferry boat that towered like a hill, there were immediately more than a dozen cardamom girls with graceful figures, and the warblers and warblers rushed up, making up the thrush for Wang Xuanji, holding the sword and carrying the water, and Zhao Shenbi was numb again and his face turned blue.

For him, the "distinguished guest" brought back by Wang Xuanji personally, the monks on the ship did not dare to slack off, and saluted Zhao Shenbi one after another, and there was a capable monk who looked like a housekeeper and walked to a high place with Zhao Shenbi.

Wang Xuanji used his fingers as a pen, and after applying a layer of bright lip blush on his mouth, he smiled at Zhao Shenbi and said: "Please also ask Brother Zhao to go to the boat to rest first, now Wang has important things to do, so I can't accompany him." After the ferry set sail, I will bother Brother Zhao again. ”

When Zhao Shenbi heard this, he was pardoned at first, but his face turned extremely pale in an instant, and his pupils were dim, which was even more tragic than experiencing a battle of life and death.

But fortunately, under the cover of the hat, no one can see it.

At this moment, a ponytail girl wearing a fiery red hunting suit, tall and graceful, and a somewhat similar appearance to Wang Xuanji, suddenly poked her head out of the window, revealing a hint of cunning, and lifted the hat on Zhao Shenbi's head.

Zhao Shenbi's face was suddenly exposed to everyone's field of vision, his face was cold, angular, and his eyes were even more demonic, which was even more evil and abnormal.

In particular, his long white hair was like snow, flying in the air.

The pony-tailed girl's eyes flashed, and she exclaimed, "Uncle Ma didn't lie to me, it turns out that you are really that famous white-haired ghost!"

Zhao Shenbi's face was a little unhappy, and he frowned slightly, but he felt an incomparably hot gaze on his face, and his heart chuckled, and he suddenly felt a bad feeling.

It was Wang Xuanji who was stunned, raised his head, and stared at Zhao Shenbi with some surprise, with an indescribable fiery meaning in his eyes.

He raised his eyebrows, licked his lips and said, "My sister Wang Xuansu is stubborn by nature, and I also ask Brother Zhao not to be surprised, Xuanji will definitely come to the door tonight to make amends." ”

When Zhao Shenbi heard this, he didn't care about being angry, so he hurriedly slipped into the cave and fully activated the formation ban.

Seeing this, the ponytail named Wang Xuansu immediately giggled, and cast an expression like an invitation to Wang Xuanji.

On the deck, several spiritual monks who were preparing for the ferry and retrieving the formation saw this, and after glancing at each other, they actually showed a sense of urgency, and they all sighed gloatingly.

Alas, this Taoist friend nicknamed "White-haired Ghost" is probably about to suffer.

Who has not seen it is that Wang Xuanji's eyes showed a blurry color, as if a white mist was rising, faintly conjuring up the figure of a woman, and it was about to completely envelop the whole pair of eyes.

He looked pained and struggling, lowered his head slightly, and when he raised it again, he regained his clarity.

Looking at Zhao Shenbi's cave mansion, his eyes were even more determined and fiery.

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