Jun Qinghan's heart was slightly relaxed, his face became a little pale, and the Dao Qi in his body was swept away, but a faint smile appeared on his face, pointing out the epiphany of the country, although it did not let him break through, but it made his strength improve slightly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When he looked at the huge sculpture forest again, Jun Qinghan's indifferent expression was mixed with a respect, not because of the opportunity brought to him by the dragon's blood, but because of the arrogance of Jun Qinghan's comprehension, he felt that the dragon's blood people fought with the sky and the earth, and were unwilling to be bound by fate!

Between heaven and earth, only oneself can control one's own life, and if others want to intervene, they should be killed!

After bowing slightly, Jun Qinghan left immediately, couldn't walk more than three steps, turned his head again, and stared at the black-clothed man in the middle, Jun Zangtian, now, Jun Qinghan finally couldn't deceive his heart, "Who is he?"

What does it have to do with Jun Zangtian?

The three major exercises of Jun Zangtian, the Guiding Rivers and Mountains, the Heavenly Spear Divine Technique, and the Tibetan Heavenly Order, are all hidden in their souls, why is this?

After a long time, Jun Zangtian shook his head and comforted himself, "I won't be his son, Dongfang Youchen said at the foot of Wanzhang Cliff that Jun Zangtian has no son!"

In Jun Qinghan's heart, he would rather be used and controlled as a chess piece than have anything to do with anyone, in his heart, only his deceased parents are his dearest people.

Jun Qinghan looked at Jun Zangtian, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Jun Zangtian will marry the gods, then many meridians in his body are definitely transferred from the meridians, and there is only a chess piece relationship between himself and this man", as he spoke, the corners of Jun Qinghan's mouth hooked indifferently, and walked towards the tomb of the Son of Heaven, "Since your fate is unwilling to be manipulated, let alone me, Jun Qinghan!"

When he touched the mechanism and stood on the Tibetan Cliff again, Jun Qinghan felt the scenery in front of him, and suddenly opened up!

Between the turns, the brow that had just been stretched out furrowed furrowed again.

Ji Xuefeng, gone!

And there was no trace of a fight on this Tibetan Heavenly Cliff, which had to make Jun Qinghan suspicious, his eyes moved, and he suddenly found a line of untraceable handwriting under the inscription, "The wind and clouds are rising, the dragon's blood gathers! Take care of yourself!"

Jun Qinghan's heart was slightly relieved, "The dragon's blood gathers, of course, Ji Xuefeng is indispensable."

Immediately took a step, walked towards the bottom of the Hidden Heaven Cliff, stood at the bottom of the cliff, looked back at the Hidden Heaven Cliff, and muttered in a low voice, "The Hidden Heaven Cliff is missing the Heaven Cutting Hall, after all, it lacks the temperament of the Lingyun World!" After speaking, he immediately rushed all the way towards the Cliff Cultivation Academy.

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By the time Jun Qinghan arrived at the Cliff Forest, twenty days had passed since the battle, and in another ten days, the killing would be over.

Jun Qinghan stood at the three-way intersection, after wandering slightly for a breath, he saw the code left by everyone, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he strode towards the entrance of the cliff forest.

As soon as he entered the Xiuya Forest, Jun Qinghan suddenly felt the thick smell of blood, the Xiuya Forest is not big, the radius is only five hundred miles, and it is very simple to pour in more than 10,000 people, but when they fight together, it is very crowded.

See blood in three steps, see corpses in five steps!

The ground was covered with blood and white bones, Jun Qinghan walked in the cliff cultivation forest with the dragon spear, his spirit was tense, and he was vigilant against the environment in all directions, here, step by step!

"Ao ......"

Just when Jun Qinghan was taking steps to camp, his ears were stabbed, and the Thunder Dragon Spear trembled uncomfortably, Jun Qinghan's face was helpless, "The Thunder Dragon Spear feels aggrieved, it seems that Bai Xiaopang's sound attack cultivation is much more advanced."

The spear shook slightly, opened the way ahead, and went all the way towards Bai Xiaopang.

During the gallop, Jun Qinghan's brows furrowed, the shadows of the surrounding trees were tilted, but he did not move at all, and his right hand immediately waved, and in the cliff forest, the snow drifted in the mountains and rivers, and tears flew all over the sky......

There was a scream all of a sudden, how could I never have thought that this snowflake would have such a great power, let alone that in the same section of the Yellow Flag, others would treat themselves as nothing, and when they met the ambush of themselves and others, they didn't even pause, and they didn't even pick their eyelids.

Looking at his own flesh and skin, a sad feeling suddenly rose in his heart, "The people who repair the cliff post are all born to ****** Erniang, and they are the grinding stones for others to practice knives!"

When Jun Qinghan walked away and took back the tears of the snow drifting mountains and rivers, he lay on the ground weakly, panting.

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Bai Xiaopang has not moved a step since the four of them were still here, and he stayed in place for more than 20 days, and for more than 20 days, some people wanted to kill him, but as soon as he heard Bai Xiaopang's funeral song, his whole body trembled, and his soul felt terrified, far away from him.

However, Bai Xiaopang has a very rich artistic cell, humming two sentences when he has nothing to do, humming tired, and scolding a few words about the Mo brothers, who have no conscience, everyone, thousands of feet away, are far away, and it has become a forbidden area opened up by Bai Xiaopang.

Bai Xiaopang sings, scolds, and sleeps all day long, but the days are relaxed and comfortable, and a group of jackdaws come to listen to Bai Xiaopang's teachings, which makes Bai Xiaopang feel more comfortable physically and mentally, and even his bones are coquettish.

However, now he has met a great enemy, and today when he was singing and singing, he suddenly saw a young man of the same age appear in front of him, with a body of strength, reaching the ninth stage of the Yellow Flag, only one step away from the peak.

The man stood quietly, neither happy nor sad, and he was not even moved by Bai Xiaopang's singing.

And Bai Xiaopang saw someone standing in front of him, he had not seen a figure for more than 20 days, and immediately had spring in his eyes, and he stood up from the ground with a roll, "It turns out that my Xiaopang's singing skills have reached a new peak, from the previous extinction of the population to the current standout, it is simply a historic breakthrough."

As he spoke, Bai Xiaopang stretched out his hands and rubbed his buttocks twice, and warmly greeted the new guests.

The young man looked at the lotus pattern on Bai Xiaopang's forehead representing the peak of the yellow flag, and immediately became vigilant, seeing Bai Xiaopang's hands drawn in a circle, and an imperceptible soft force appeared, he immediately flashed his anger, drew his sword, and stabbed towards Bai Xiaopang.

Bai Xiaopang looked horrified, and immediately withdrew his hand, although the realm was higher than the other party, but Bai Xiaopang was tired of even walking, how could he be his opponent?

Bai Xiaopang smiled as always, but his brows were slightly furrowed, and he kept flashing the other party's long sword, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, "Why didn't he react to the sound attack, could it be that his ears haven't been plucked out for more than twenty years, so that my soul sound attack lacks an entry point?"

When he was thinking about it, Bai Xiaopang had already become in a hurry, and his peak strength of the yellow flag could not be brought into full play at all, panting and looking at the jackdaws on the top of the tree in groups. Suddenly heroic, like a general, pointing to the battlefield, his voice was poignant and clear:

"Raven soldiers, kill me!"

As soon as the words fell, within a thousand feet, the jackdaws gathered like ink clouds, shrouded in the sky above Bai Xiaopang, and rushed towards the young man in an organized and disciplined manner.

However, the jackdaw is fast, the young man's sword, even faster, the young man's long sword flicked, and it rushed like the wind, obliterating towards Bai Xiaopang's neck, and there was a trace of victorious pleasure at the corner of his mouth, "Fifty points, it's in hand again!"

"Zheng!"

The moment the long sword was wiped, the blade of the sword snapped, and it was immediately shot away by a sharp flying knife, and then, ten zhang away, a man in ink, his arm shook slightly, and the spear flew into the air, stabbing towards the man's throat......

Bai Xiaopang saw Jun Qinghan standing not far away, and immediately cried with joy, shaking his ass and rushing towards him, "Jun Qinghan, I thought this stinky boy was overwhelmed by my singing, it turned out that he was fucking deaf!"

Jun Qinghan showed his figure, avoided Bai Xiaopang, and slashed towards the young man again.

"Hmph! Huang Qi also wants to intercept me, so much courage, I really want to score points and want to go crazy!" A trace of ridicule appeared on the young man's indifferent face, and he looked at the dragon spear with contempt, and raised his long sword.

The Thunder Dragon Spear failed, staggered the gun, Jun Qinghan looked at the man's contemptuous eyes, the corners of his mouth hooked, and the blade of the hidden sky broke out of the air!

Within a few zhang, only this one knife, one knife is enough to kill!

"Boom", the young man didn't have any reaction, he fell, and he didn't know how the Hidden Heaven Blade was shot, he only saw that Jun Qinghan was in front of him, standing with his hands in his hands!

Bai Xiaopang looked shocked, "Boss Qinghan, why is your knife so powerful, does it rub out the spark of love?"

Jun Qinghan looked at Bai Xiaopang helplessly, and asked suspiciously, "What is the approximate range of the youth realm here?"

Bai Xiaopang suddenly laughed wildly, "Hahaha...... My white little fat can be regarded as above average among the 10,000 people, as for your cold boss, hehehe...... Maybe it's only below average", Bai Xiaopang looked proud, and then comforted: "But you don't have to be depressed, there are still thousands of people in the gray flag realm here."

Jun Qinghan's brows furrowed slightly, and after dozens of breaths, the momentum of his whole body changed suddenly, and the yellow lotus pattern on his forehead instantly turned gray.

Jun Qinghan's strength is only a gray flag, nine paragraphs!(To be continued.) )