"Such clever words, ungrateful people, it is not a pity to die!"

The cold middle-aged man shouted coldly, stretched out his foot and kicked the corpse out of the boat, stealthily picked off the Sumeru ring, and popped out a soul bead. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The white-clothed Xiushi Fang wanted to condense into a human-shaped yin soul, and with a flash of dark blue, it instantly collapsed and turned into clouds and smoke with the wind.

"Mr. Zuo, how dare you do this!"

The Pavilion Lord raised his eyebrows angrily, shocked to the extreme, although he was also extremely dissatisfied with the white-clothed Xiushi, but he never thought of killing the killer at all, you must know that behind the white-clothed Xiushi, there was still the behemoth of the Yun family.

The cold middle-aged man said coldly, "It's just a rat, if you kill it, you will kill it, our group is not harmonious, all because of this villain, Elder Xue saves his life, this person doesn't think about repaying it, and he is full of cool words, so treacherous, what's the use of staying." ”

didn't mention it, just broke and fled, and the initiator was someone on his left.

The Pavilion Master was so refuted by his clever words that he couldn't speak, and said coldly and middle-agedly, "The Pavilion Master doesn't need to worry, if the Yun family provokes trouble, Zuo will answer, only saying that he was killed by the Blood Bat Demon King, and not telling Yun that he escaped for a while, it can be regarded as saving face for his Yun family, and it is expected that the Yun family will have nothing to say." ”

The Pavilion Master was completely speechless, this person actually figured out the front and back.

Xu Yi secretly paid attention to this person, this is a real slippery head, fleeing for his life in the front, rebelling in the back, left and right, and returning with a full load.

Regarding the death of the white-clothed Xiushi, Xu Yi was only happy, and there was no pity, but the only thing that was unpleasant was that a piece of fat was swallowed by the surnamed Zuo, and he didn't fall at all.

Everything was decided, Xu Yi didn't want to socialize with everyone, so he sued the pavilion master, returned the flying disk, returned his stomach, and returned to the room, so he stored in the room. After eating a meal, he closed the door, summoned the iron essence, turned into a silver bow, pulled on the dragon's whiskers, and repeatedly pulled the bowstring.

It's just two arrows. Although he hit, he was not very satisfied, the two arrows were aimed at the head of the Blood Bat Demon King, and only the second arrow was hit, which was a lot worse than when he tried to shoot copper coins in the martial arts arena.

Xu Yi thought about it for a while, and then he knew how the difference was caused, one is that the horn bow is not as good as the silver bow. The former has been tried thousands of times, but the silver bow is the first to use.

And the strength of the two is completely different, to try the horn bow, Xu Yi can simply open the bow and shoot arrows, while the dragon whiskers of the silver bow need to be hidden to open.

The Tibetan front style is a method of drawing cohesion, and it is used in the bowstring, which is far from the success of the clouds.

Know where the mistakes are. Xu Yizi wants to try his best to make up for it, and the strong will win. The consequences of any omission are almost fatal.

Xu Yi can't say that he is obsessed with martial arts, but he is quite persistent, and the reason for his persistence is only in his yearning for great power.

Take the flying immortal to travel. Holding the bright moon and ending up, since he has come to this world with great power, how can Xu Yi not want to climb the peak of that power.

He would even think that one day, he would really cultivate to the point of merit and cultivation. Is it really possible to travel back in time and space?

The thought was ethereal, but the mind was extremely resolute, this open bow, another three hundred strokes, completely exhausted, both arms lost sensation, Xu Yicai put the iron essence and dragon whiskers, into the Sumeru ring.

Lying on the bed, he fell into a deep sleep.

A slight vibration came, and Xu Yi opened his eyes and knew that the flying boat had landed.

As the Pavilion Master jumped off the boat together, he found that he was on a wide platform, and on the platform, nearly ten flying machines of various kinds had been sparsely parked, but no one was in sight.

After a while, two maids in green dresses walked over quickly, and it turned out to be the ushers sent by the organization of the conference.

After half a pillar of incense, Xu Yi entered a stone room assigned to him, and through the narrow window, he looked around, between the mountains and ravines, the bright moon hung high, and he knew that this must be a certain mountain range in Huiyin Mountain.

After flying for four or five hours, the journey was only thousands of miles, and it was true that it had not yet reached the scope of Huiyin Mountain.

The moon was cold and silent, the wind was quiet, and he had a good night's sleep, and the next morning, he was led by a maid into a private room, and enjoyed a hearty breakfast alone, and then he was sent back to the room, and told Xu Yi not to go out, and waited for the notice.

After explaining, the maid actually stood outside the door, as if she was worried that Xu Yi would not listen to the advice and went out rashly.

The guest is at his disposal, Xu Yi didn't bother to ask, and called out the newly purchased "Ten Thousand Demon Chronicles" from the Sumeru ring, and read it with taste.

The tome, which is nearly a foot thick, is full of all kinds of vivid stories, all kinds of monsters, almost unimaginable, no one who cannot be created by the Lord of Nature.

After about two pages, the pavilion master walked in, and the maids outside had disappeared.

Xu Yi put away the "Ten Thousand Demon Chronicles", and suddenly found that the pavilion master was uncertain, and hurriedly asked why.

Fang Ge said, "In this Huiyin Mountain, I don't know what happened, a large number of monsters are tyrannical, on the way here, several groups of teams have suffered casualties, the organizers decided to omit the process and go directly to the topic, not three moments, it is the exchange time for our team, you have enough spirits, wait for my notice later, don't go out." ”

The pavilion master confessed two sentences and went straight away, Xu Yi continued to find out the "Ten Thousand Demon Chronicles" and read it.

Although it is deep in the mountains, the organizer is very well prepared, and it is worthy of sending lunch and hearty lunch directly to the room.

After eating, taking a nap, when he got up, the pavilion lord led Elder Lei, Mrs. Feng and the cold middle-aged man, passed by the window together, without waiting to knock on the door, Xu Yi opened the door and went out, nodded to each other, and followed the pavilion master to the west.

Walking out of two miles, seven or eight stone caves appeared in front of him, Elder Lei, Mrs. Feng, the cold middle-aged saw the stone caves, and they were familiar with it, and went over on their own.

The pavilion master pulled Xu Yi over, explained a few words, and also passed.

Only then did Xu Yi understand that this stone cave was the place to inspect qualifications and exchange auction numbers.

He chose the stone cave on the far left, and as soon as he entered, the door of the stone cave was closed, and the pearl on the wall lit up.

An old man with a white beard sat lazily behind a table, and said weakly, "Look, it's not the first time, hurry up and light up the guys, it's not like taking some unpopular products to make up the numbers." Obviously, Xu Yi was a regular customer.

Fortunately, Xu Yi knew the roots, and at that moment, he summoned Chen Fenglei's judge pen and handed it over.

Suddenly, the white-bearded old man's face became bitter, and he snorted coldly, "I just said that I hope it is not a filler, so I came to a filler, it seems that I really want to reflect it to the above, and I will not accept the quality of the middle and lower grades in the future!"

It turns out that this judge's pen is the middle and lower blood vessel, which can meet the exchange standard of this time, and the organizer holds this event, and naturally hopes to get as high as possible The treasures are as high-level as possible, but high-level treasures in the world have always been scarce.

Everyone who came to the meeting can get it, and this middle and lower blood device accounts for the mainstream, so that in the past two times, the organizer has strictly set requirements, and each participant is only allowed to hand in one middle and lower blood device at most.

Yes, the white-bearded old man, when he saw the middle and lower blood tasting device, he was as uncomfortable as seeing a buzzing fly. (To be continued.) )