When everyone stood on the top of the mountain, they found their own sect. The pen %fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info the Thundering Valley's return to the Thundering Valley, the Flying Frost Gate's return to the Flying Frost Gate, and the Aurora Pavilion Elder Aurora Pavilion was sluggish.

A white-haired old man in a golden robe looked at the entrance of the secret realm in amazement. Then his lips trembled slightly, he opened and closed, his pale beard was shaking, and his white hair danced casually against the mountain wind.

Raising the old but white and tender finger in that direction: "What about me, my disciple of the Aurora Pavilion?" ”

However, no one could answer, and of course no one in the room knew. Just like Xiang Xiaotian, did he let him say: "Well, old man, don't ask, they all let me kill the master?" "Obviously, that's impossible.

There are also three loose cultivators who also know, the young white-headed dwarf and the golden-robed mute.

Looking at this Aurora Pavilion, the elder who was quite old looked stunned, as if he couldn't believe it, pointed in the direction of the entrance, and asked blankly. Of course, the young white-headed and short-headed people were not the kind of people who could talk too much, and they didn't feel any pity for the elder, but found it a little funny.

Shao Baitou immediately covered his mouth gently, stroked his white hair, and laughed. His laughter was still relatively mild, and the dwarf was not so disguised. He immediately laughed out loud, and pointed at the elder of the Aurora Pavilion with his hand.

This elder was already a little weak in the wind, and he couldn't cry if he wanted to. suddenly found that there were juniors pointing at him and laughing. Immediately, all the rage was transferred to the body of the short man and the young white head, and with a stomp of his feet, the mountain under his feet was directly collapsed.

The body turned into a streamer, and a long sword appeared in the air, flying directly towards the dwarf. The sword qi was constantly surging in the air, and if anyone came up at this time, I am afraid that they would immediately have to split in two.

"You're looking for death!"

A master of the Qi Sea Realm made a move with hatred, let alone a short man, even a dumb man in a golden robe would definitely not be able to withstand it. In exchange for Xiang Xiaotian, even if the physical body is extremely powerful, even if the divine sense is talented, the gap between this realm is not something that can be bridged.

However, the dwarf stood like this, there seemed to be a little disdain in his eyes, and his mouth was unforgiving: "Just look at the way you look like this old thing, the disciples of the Aurora Pavilion are not much stronger." If you die, you deserve it, if you live, maybe one day you will be killed by the uncle, and if you die early, you will be born sooner! ”

"Die to the old man."

Between the lightning and flint, the Elder of the Aurora Pavilion was so angry that he shouted such a sentence, which showed how resentful he was.

However, the sword, which seemed to carry the power of the sky, did not have any effect. It didn't hurt the little man, and he didn't even stir the hair of the young white-headed man next to him. The reason was simple, an old man about the height of a short man stood in front of him.

With the same messy hair, a cane in his hand, and seemingly fluttering and weak moves, he actually withstood the hateful blow of the Aurora Pavilion Elder. And it's easy and stress-free, and you don't know what you're chewing in your mouth.

"Hey, old ghost Jin, at such an old age, you still shoot at your juniors, you are not ashamed, I look down on you. Bah! With that, he twisted his face to the side and spat on his saliva.

"You, you, you" The Elder of the Aurora Pavilion who was called the golden old man by the old dwarf stood in the air so angry that his hands were already trembling, and his legs were constantly trembling. But he didn't continue to shoot, the old dwarf was a contemporary of him. For so many years, Old Man Jin has been an elder in the Aurora Pavilion and is pampered.

But that old dwarf is still a casual cultivator, and he still fights to death every day. Now that they are fighting, the old ghost Jin will definitely not be able to beat the short man, and it will take too much time. Now the elite disciples of the sect have brought themselves out, but none of them have come back alive, and they don't know how to explain when they return to the sect, so how can they have time to tear him up here.

"Okay, if everyone is pretty much done, then let's take it. In five years' time, we'll meet here again. Jin Lao Ghost, isn't it just that all the disciples have fallen once? It's not for nothing that we have ever had in Thundering Valley, don't lose the temperament of the Qi Sea Realm in vain. Elder Luo said this on the side.

If you just listen to these words, it doesn't seem to mean anything else. And it's a good word, in order to calm this already meaningless fight.

But with Elder Luo's indifferent look, the coquettish style of gently shaking the folding fan, and the yin and yang weird words, no one would think so.

"Hahaha, that's it. Jin Laowei, you can go back, this year's disciple will not be in the climate, come back in five years. The enlightened monk of Akiba Temple also smiled and comforted him.

But there is a tone of schadenfreude in the tone.

The elder of the Flying Frost Gate said coldly, "Okay, that's it. I don't care if you continue to talk here. I'll no longer be with you from the Frost Gate, so we'll go first. With a wave of his hand, he took the remaining disciples of the Flying Frost Sect back.

This year, the Flying Frost Sect is not bad, and many of the remaining disciples are also elites. Compared to previous years, it can be regarded as a bumper harvest, as for those disciples who died, how could there be immortals on the cultivation path?

On the path of cultivation, everyone is stepping on a lot of white bones. No matter who it is, they are desperate for their lives, and they have had countless intersections with death to have today's strength and status. What's the point of them if they can't survive? Dead, also in vain. It's the same for both the sect and the faction. It may sound a bit unforgiving, but it's an indisputable fact. No one can deny it.

Elder Luo shook his head, this person from the Flying Frost Gate was really unpleasant. This character alone doesn't know how many sects want to be taught with them, visible and invisible.

Gently put the folding fan in his hand on the ground, and pinched it: "Disciples, go back with this seat too." ”

This time, the tone was much softer than when I came. After all, this Thundering Valley is a rare and huge victory. There are so many disciples left, and among them there are people who have been explained by the Valley Lord of Thundering Valley. After returning to the sect, it can be regarded as his great achievement.

The monk of Akiba Temple watched the people of Thundering Valley drift away, and the slightly profound smile on the corner of his mouth became deeper and deeper: "Come on, go back to the Buddhist temple with this seat." “

Everyone, including the three sects and a group of loose cultivators, left. Only the elders of the Aurora Pavilion were left standing weakly on the spot, looking up to the sky and roaring. A desolate breath came far, far away.

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