Silver Dust waved his hand to disperse the dark mist, and at the same time covered the computer very calmly, put it into the arcane space, and obtained the control authority of the outermost gate enchantment of the Purple Blood Immortal Mountain, Silver Dust calmed down instead, and there was a little more reliance in his heart for no reason, as a mage, he couldn't feel his fear of the huge Demon Power Pavilion and the ruthless Poison Dragon Sect, as a holy mage, the courage to have a hearty battle with the enemy, overflowed his chest, and quickly occupied every cell in his body. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What is Du Chuanchang, even if the vampire monster is here, I dare to have a good chat with you about life. Silver Dust spat maliciously as he crept out from behind the tent.

He was surrounded by tall and sturdy cultivators. I have to say that the divine skills on the Fengyuan Continent have a relatively obvious bonus to the height and muscle proportion of cultivators, except for a few who are short or thin because of suspected genetic defects, the vast majority of men are born tall and big, no matter how clear the eyebrows and handsome and merry people are, it is inevitable to install a strong body with a tiger's back and a bear's waist under the neck, all of them look like real men who are not afraid of fists and knives, and women are born with a pair of breasts after they grow to a certain age, no matter whether they are fat or thin, whether they are delicate or ugly, they are born with a pair of breasts, and even the vast majority of women also have a pair of fat and thin electric buttocks, but whether you can grow a pair of attractive ****, that's basically God's final say.

Silver Dust's height was the standard height of an eleven-year-old boy in Gabriel, and his weight, chest circumference, and arm strength were only at the high level of a ten-year-old boy due to his frequent hunger and staying up late, which was far from that of these monks. Standing in the middle of the monks, even if he stood on tiptoe, his eyes could not look over anyone's shoulders to see the situation in front of him, and he could only continue to listen with his ears, indirectly analyzing the movement in front of him.

At this time, the crowd was silent, and no one had the heart to care where an eleven-year-old Xiao Qisan came from. The scattered cultivators who were forced to gather here were directly confronted with the malicious provocation and insult of the noble son of the Poison Dragon Sect. In the chests of everyone here, the smoke of anger rolls in the same way, but only in the hearts of a few people, the flames of anger burn.

"X your mother, my old lady is you scolding!" At this time, there is always the beginning of the bird who dares to provoke the majesty of the Poison Dragon Sect, although this Rising Bird himself knows the horror of the Poison Dragon Sect, but insulting his parents, for this gentleman who still has a sense of justice and honor in his heart, and has not been completely assimilated into the walking dead by this dark and barbaric society, it is more unbearable for him than to take his life.

With Mr. Bird's rough and straightforward roar, a fierce tide suddenly blew up, and then Du Chuanchang let out a sharp and sinister sneer like a mouse, followed by a loud sound of fists colliding with fists.

A wave of air blew the dense crowd backwards, and the distance between people became a little more dispersed. Silver Dust can finally see through the cracks in the human slit.

A large, bearded man with a height of nine feet was holding his arms and retreating. On the opposite side of him, Shen Tao stood in front of Du Chuanchang with a gloomy face, like a thug slave begging under the noble son's door, using his whole body, and even his whole life, to protect the master who didn't really need him to protect. "Xiao Qisan, dare to talk like that to Childe?" he threatened, his tone full of fox and tiger domineering.

The big man took a few steps back and finally stopped, his eyes full of gray fear, and the only trace of struggle to hold on could only make his facial muscles spasm. His entire right arm had become as soft as a weaker tube, and it was evident that all the bones in his arm had been shattered.

Silver Dust silently blessed himself with a layer of Undercurrent Demon Shield, under the dark night, the magic penetration level and structural strength of the dark attribute have been improved to a certain extent, and the Undercurrent Demon Shield at this time, the defensive power is still above the coronation of the gods.

While Yinchen pinched his ring finger to cast spells, he also sighed secretly, Shen Tao, who had fought with him and had a one-sided relationship, was a good disciple of the Demon Pavilion, and now he was so brutalized by the Poisonous Dragon Sect that he had to be enslaved, the fox and the tiger were mighty, at first glance, it looked quite majestic, but behind this domineering and majestic, what kind of insignificance and lowliness were hidden?

"The poison of the Poison Dragon Sect is as good as it gets. Silver Dust lamented in his heart, still maintaining a calm and cold Saint Mage appearance on the surface. Only the pair of silver-white pupils aimed at Du Chuanchang were filled with a curse-like malice.

"Little Shenzi, go, pinch that guy's eggs and burst them, it can be regarded as a little reward for his insult to the deity. Du Chuanchang, who was hiding behind Shen Tao, didn't care how much anger and malice burst out of the crowd, and directly gave orders to the minions he "temporarily recruited" with poison. Shen Tao agreed on his knees, and then flew in front of the bearded man like a gust of wind.

The big man only had time to draw the dagger he was carrying, and before he could even raise the dagger, he let out a scream and collapsed to the ground. He threw away the blade in his hand, and kept rolling and wailing under his blood-spurting crotch with both hands, and the sound made the hair around him stand on end.

Fear quickly gathered over the meadow like a silent flock of crows. Du Chuanchang's cruelty and arrogance complemented the majestic majesty exuded by the army of the Demon Wei Pavilion Group behind him, deeply stuffing the fear of the strong into the consciousness of every casual cultivator.

The encirclement of 600 people against 800 people is very ridiculous in terms of numbers, but there are a large number of masters in the Mowei Pavilion Group who have entered the high stage of the body and even the Great Perfection, not to mention the masters of the three realms of Qi Transformation, Distraction, and Merge Path hidden in the depths, and on the side of casual cultivation, the highest is two or three people who have entered the fourfold realm of the body, and the rest are all Peiyuan high and middle sections, and even Peiyuan seven or eight heavy rivers and lakes small shrimps, which abound in the scattered cultivation group. The serious asymmetry in strength has turned the side with more people into sheep surrounded by wolves.

The howl of the bearded man continued, and Du Chuanchang didn't seem to feel noisy about it, but listened carefully to the miserable voice. The short silence added to the fear of the cultivators, and finally, a young man who was born with a white face and no beard trembled his voice, and said humbly and cautiously tentatively: "This uncle? As he spoke, he knelt down and kowtowed, and a muffled crash sounded on the grass. (To be continued.) )