As soon as Hong Mao's words fell, a branch in the star field was stretched out, and at the top of the branch, a guy in black looked at everyone with contempt in his eyes.

The person who came was handsome, even more than the king's authority, but his expression was arrogant, which made people feel disgusted when they saw it, and several of them reacted the strongest, pointing to the sky with their hands on their waists and scolding:

"That bastard up there, do you dare to fight with your aunt and grandmother again?"

A big war, stunned to make the woman from "this girl" to "aunt and grandmother", the seniority has doubled, not to mention, she is not good temper now on fire, living out of menopause in advance, so that the king on the side deeply understand the horror of war.

Although the man above was arrogant, he was not stupid, and when he saw a large number of miscellaneous magic weapons placed at the woman's feet, he sneered:

"Why, do you think you can defeat this young master with a pile of rags? If you want me to say admit defeat as soon as possible, and obediently serve Ben Shao with your sister, as soon as I am happy, I will make you a princess if I can't keep it, isn't it better than giving my life on the battlefield in vain? ”

Hearing that the other party dared to fight the idea of being red, Wang Quanquan couldn't help but speak:

"Who is this son of a bitch, with such a big mouth?"

"This person's name is Yang Dingjun, he is the nephew of Emperor Yang, and his magic is strange, and we have suffered several defeats on him." Little Elder Xu Junyu accosted.

Wang Quanquan was slightly surprised, "His cultivation is not high, even you can't handle it?" ”

Elder Zhongfeng said with a gloomy face:

"Although this young man's cultivation has just arrived at the Transformation God, he has a natal technique."

When Wang Quanquan heard this, he immediately understood the reason why the other party was so arrogant, the natal technique is extremely rare, it is generally innate, and only one in ten thousand people will come out, and most of them are useless exercises, which are not only useless to practice, but even limit the development of the practitioner himself.

This kind of person has been making rapid progress since he was a child, and he has been regarded as a treasure by his or her own family sect, and there are even great immortal clans who have taken the initiative to put down their bodies and sign a marriage contract with them, and the future is bright.

But after Jindan, the situation often took a sharp turn for the worse, and the cultivation suddenly stagnated, and the supernatural power also became like a chicken rib.

This is the so-called waste supernatural power, and even he has become a waste person, his status has plummeted, and he has been verbally humiliated by the people who were jealous before, and even some of them will be divorced by the immortal clan.

Except for a few who can reverse their fate through creation, the vast majority of the rest are oblivious to everyone, watching their peers reach the unattainable realm one by one, and they will turn into a pinch of loess after a few hundred years, ending their pathetic lives.

The handful of unlucky monks are like being favored by the Holy Spirit, and their paths are so smooth that they are outrageously powerful, and they can fight beyond the ranks, or they have magical powers, and they can ignore the realm.

Like Lingyun Sect Yao Hong, it belongs to the former, no one noticed it when he was young, causing the Yao family to let their father and daughter leave, and after the age of fifteen, he awakened the natal skill called "Yan Yang", and easily crossed the border to win in the sect's small competition, and became famous in a battle.

In addition to her, Wang Quanquan also knew a person, a cursed woman who was one of the three masters of the Cangqi Sect, who could spit out proverbs and influence the direction of the battle, in a sense, the role was even more than that of Jiao Hong.

Natal supernatural power is a double-edged sword, but many monks are still extremely obsessed, there is a monk nicknamed "Gangzi", he once let go of the arrogant, "There is no waste of supernatural powers, only waste people", but he himself has been holding a waste supernatural power for hundreds of years, it is really not convincing.

The young man in the sky is obviously one in a hundred miles out of a thousand, relying on his natal supernatural powers, he can defeat two soul elders by himself, no wonder he dares to go deep into the territory of the Three Immortals Realm.

……

When Wang Quanquan was thinking about countermeasures, Yao Lu couldn't bear to attack first, and threw out half of the jujube mahogany sword with his hand, smashing into the intricately entrenched black branches under the black-clothed youth.

A loud noise came out, and the branch was blown out of a big hole, and the green hand kept moving, continuing to throw the magic weapon under his feet as if he didn't need money, and when the second magic weapon was just shot, the hole had been blocked.

There was another series of explosions, and most of the black branches were destroyed, and the stump of the stumps continued to stretch, seemingly endless.

Seeing this, Wang Quanquan frowned and said suspiciously:

"Why did you want to waste these priceless magic weapons?"

Xu Junyu sighed and said:

"All the spells that hit that branch will not hurt the slightest, and will even be absorbed by it as nutrients. We fought him several times, and finally came up with a way to blow itself up, but it seems that it is still in vain, and this battle is going to be lost. ”

"What the hell are those?"

"According to the spy, this thing is called 'Linggen', Yang Dingjun was still an unknown person three hundred years ago, because of his absurd work, he was quite unpopular in the imperial court, and somehow he suddenly took a shit luck, and he awakened his natal supernatural powers at the age of more than two hundred years."

Wang Quanquan touched his chin when he heard this, and said thoughtfully:

"Maybe this isn't some natal supernatural power, two elders, don't hide it, if there is any way, just say it, the hall master's magic weapons are all her heart, you really can't bear to watch her drift?"

Hearing this, Hualou coughed dryly, and said with a little embarrassment:

"I have discussed countermeasures with Elder Xu on this matter, but it is bound to be a lose-lose situation, and today Zhao Daoyou came, and the matter was simpler."

Listening to the meaning, these two old guys want to make a move, but Wang Quanquan is still puzzled, it is a good thing to be able to reduce the casualties of his companions, as a person from the Three Immortal Realm, even if there is a certain danger, he will go resolutely, and the two of them don't have to have an unspeakable expression.

Xu Junyu saw that the deceitful building couldn't wipe off his face, and said bluntly:

"It's an immortal Gu, that 'spiritual root' is maintained by aura, immortal Gu is an aura nemesis, if you want to come by nature, you will restrain this thing, when the sect is small, we see that you have a private immortal Gu.

Zhao Daoyou also knew that no matter whether it was the Three Immortals or Yang Cang, their attitudes towards Immortal Gu were surprisingly consistent, once they found out, no matter how they were killed, if they were protected, they would definitely be attacked by all the monks.

Once the Immortal Gu is used, even if he wins for a while, Zhao Daoyou will inevitably be investigated by the Three Immortal Islands after the war. ”

After listening quietly, Wang Quanquan folded his hands and said slowly:

"If I don't go to hell, who will?"

Then Dayi Ling Ran looked at the two, and the two old guys were in awe when they saw this.

……

In mid-air, the roar continued, and there were fewer and fewer magic weapons under her feet, her heart was bleeding, but she could only continue, and the two elders behind her didn't know what was going on, and they were watching the play from beginning to end, and just when she was out of her power, a figure flew out and stood in mid-air.

"Which one are you?" Yang Dingjun asked as he sat on a thick branch and yawned.

"Young master, my name is Ziying, and I am a disciple of the curse girl."

"You're the traitor?"

"The young master said this and wronged, Ziying and the princess are in love, and they will become Taoist couples in the future, think about it, even if I want to be a traitor, what they give can be more attractive than the throne of Yangcang?"

"Just because you want to be the emperor too?"

Yang Dingjun's eyes were faintly gloomy, since he obtained the spiritual root, his desire has become more and more inflated, before he was at most a few female cultivators with good looks, and he would be scolded by Yang Huang when he turned around, and now he felt that he could completely replace him, and he would be faster than anyone who was a threat.

……

(End of chapter)