"You-looking for death!" Seeing that this yin owl young man, in front of himself and Xuan Yan, dared to hurt people, Song Keqing snorted and suddenly bullied himself.

When she was close to the young man, she had already cast her witch god body and spear in hand.

Whoosh -

Before the young man could dodge, his shoulder was pierced straight by Song Keqing's spear.

"Even the twelve Witch Masters also respect the Ancestor of Wu Qi as their teacher, what are you, you are so ashamed to speak out, dare to insult the Ancestor of Wu Qi and the Ancestor of the Blood Lord here!" Song Keqing was huge, she picked up her spear, jumped the young man of the Yin Owl in front of her, and said angrily.

"You-you're not a lowly breed of the Witch Brake Sect, you're from the Martial Master Domain!" The young man of the Yin Owl had already shouted in surprise, Song Keqing's "Witch God Body" was clearly the mastery of the Martial Master Domain.

"Who are you from the Martial Master?" asked the young man in horror.

He is not completely insightless, a martial arts cultivator, but he can make his body strange from time to time, and he is only a disciple of the martial master.

Could it be that the person in front of him, the so-called "Senior Sister Song" of Wushamen, is actually a disciple of the martial master?

"Martial Master, it's the family teacher!" Song Keqing said coldly.

"You-there is such a master, why did you come to Wushamen!?" the young man of the Yin Owl did not doubt at all, but asked with a look of surprise.

Martial master disciple, such a wizard, no matter what, can also have a place in the Tianjiao Trial, right?

The twelve witch masters are extremely strict in accepting disciples, and there are not many of their real apprentices, and each of them is an incomparable Tianjiao.

The "Senior Sister Song" in front of her doesn't seem to be very high in cultivation, but even if she can't participate in this Tianjiao trial three years later, then next time, there will definitely be a place for her, why did she come to Wushamen and compete with them for the place in the Tianjiao trial?

What the young man didn't know was that Song Keqing came to Wushamen, not for the qualifications of Tianjiao's trial, but for Xuanyan!

First, she was afraid that Xuanyan would be in danger in the Wusha Gate, and secondly, the martial master forced her to marry, which was really not what she wanted, so she stayed away from the martial master domain and came to the Wusha Gate.

"Why did the old lady come to Wushamen, do I need to explain it to you?" Song Keqing said proudly, the spear in his hand spinning slightly.

"Ahh

"Apologize to me!To the Ancestor of Wu Qi, to the Ancestor of the Blood Lord, to all the disciples of the Witch Sect!" Song Keqing still picked the young man in the air, and she said coquettishly.

"You-" The young man looked at Song Keqing and gritted his teeth, "I don't accept it, you are a disciple of the martial master, and you are not a person from all the way with these, why do you want me to apologize to these?"

"If there is a seed, let a lowly breed defeat me, so that I can bow my head!" said the young man stubbornly, asking him to apologize to the "lowly seeds" of the Wusha Gate, he would never be able to do it, not to mention, the person who subdued him at this moment was not the "cheap seed" of the Wusha Gate, but the master of the martial arts!

"The theory of the cheap seed, but I didn't start first, if there is a seed, you will go to the senior brother to seek justice, see if the senior brother will spare your life for the sake of the face of the martial master!"

Although he was subdued by Song Keqing's blow, he obviously didn't feel afraid.

Because behind him, there is Senior Brother Jue!

Senior Brother Jue, it is Yi Jue, the person who claims to be the pride of the first day of the Wusha Gate, the person who makes the three ancestors of the Wusha Gate can't help but be jealous.

After he came to the Wusha Gate, it was like a posture that the Wusha Gate should respect him.

Not only did he dare to threaten the three ancestors of the Wusha Gate, so that the three old ancestors did not dare to make a move at will, this Yi Jue, but also characterized the disciples of the Wusha Gate as unsuccessful lowly seeds!

Seeing that this young man was unconvinced, and he also moved out of the so-called Absolute Senior Brother, Song Keqing didn't know what to do, and turned his head to look at Xuan Yan.

Xuan Yan didn't even glance at the young man, but walked to Fang Ping's side by herself.

Picking up Fang Ping's crushed arm, Xuan Yan pierced it with a few silver needles, and then sent another pill into Fang Ping's mouth.

"Senior Brother Zhou—" Fang Ping looked grateful.

"Don't speak, quickly refine the medicinal power, so that your arm can grow into an intact. Xuan Yan said lightly.

And as he spoke, Fang Ping's arm, which had been shriveled up, gradually swelled, as if it was recovering as before.

"She is a disciple of the martial master, so you, are you a disciple of the medical master? Hmph, you actually used such a good medicine to treat such a cheap seed, you are so good that people look down on you!"

"I'm not a disciple of the healer. When Xuanyan heard his words, she finally turned her head and looked at him.

"And who are you?" asked the young man couldn't help but ask.

"I, the lowly seed in your mouth, am the descendant of the ancestor of Wu Qi and the ancestor of the blood lord!" Xuan Yan said indifferently, and slapped it with one palm.

Song Keqing knew that Xuan Yan was going to make a move, so he had already let go of the restraints on the young man of Yin Owl.

And even so, in the face of Xuan Yan's palm, the young man of Yin Owl also had a feeling that he couldn't dodge.

Even, he faintly felt that Xuan Yan didn't shoot one palm at all, but two palms!

There was a thud and a bang that rang out in the chest of the young man.

The young man's chest had been completely sunken, and blood was spurting out of his mouth like a desperate death.

"You-" The young man stared at Xuan Yan with a pair of big eyes and an incredulous face.

"Are you convinced, are you willing to apologize?" Xuan Yan asked lightly.

"Let me apologize to you, you are looking for death, you dare to kill me, Senior Brother Jue will definitely not let you go!"

But as soon as his words fell, he sneered, and the sound of a golden needle entering his body came.

The young man didn't have time to close his eyes before he fell to the ground.

"Senior Brother Jue, heh, I'm about to settle accounts with him. Xuan Yan smiled faintly and said.

The young man didn't hear Xuan Yan's faint laughter, because under Xuan Yan's needle, he had already lost his breath, as if he was dead and couldn't die anymore.

Song Keqing looked at Xuan Yan, who had killed the young man of the Yin Owl, and was silent for a while.

Compared to when he left the Wusha Gate before, Xuan Yan was more than a star and a half stronger, but even so, could he really fight against those outsiders from the DJI Domain?

These outsiders, but even the ten heavenly pride of the Wusha Gate have all been killed, and the three ancestors of the Wusha Gate dare not act rashly......

"Do you want to be tough and tough? we-" Song Keqing looked at Xuan Yan with a little worry.

"Don't worry, outside the Wusha Gate, maybe I'm not their opponent, but inside the Wusha Gate, no matter how arrogant they are, they have to be obedient to me!"

Xuan Yan smiled lightly, stretched out her hand and pointed at the blood lord witch weapon that had stood in the witch gate for thousands of years-Blood Cliff!

(End of chapter)