Xiao Ming left, the four women couldn't chase after her, Princess Qiuning froze there, and the seventh princess next to her, a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. Princess Qiuning next to her couldn't bear it anymore, and scolded angrily: "This disciple, if I catch him, I will definitely send him to the palace and let people scold him!"

............

Xiao Ming fled away.

What relieved him was that the seventh princess didn't make a move, if not, he would definitely not be able to escape.

This time, he is tracking Qianfeilan, if Qianfeilan does evil again, Xiao Ming will clean her up and do the right thing for the sky. But now, Qian Feilan has been taken into slavery by the Seventh Princess, and he is relieved, at least, Qian Feilan can no longer harm people!

Then, Xiao Ming had to leave here and rush back to the Temple Valley to meet the Soul Refining Conference.

Xiao Ming returned to the inn where he stayed, and after a brief rest, he was about to set off back, but at this moment, a burst of dancing sounded, and Xiao Ming used the Emperor's Eye Technique to probe out, feeling a fluctuation of spiritual breath. And a lot more!

Xiao Ming was puzzled: What's the situation?

He gently escaped and landed on the opposite side of the stone street, he looked up and saw a crowd of people, drums roaring, a group of young men and women wearing samurai uniforms, standing on the wooden hall, passing through the stone street, these warriors, constantly dancing with spiritual weapons, or dancing swords, or playing with guns, or splitting axes. They were on the boats, along the footsteps, dancing violently. Suddenly, below, there were bursts of exclamations and appreciative cheers.

Xiao Ming glanced at it and was about to leave, but at this moment, a burst of voices suddenly sounded from the people in front of him.

"Soon, it is the reincarnation war of the imperial capital, at the foot of our Son of Heaven, there is a school, called Hong Qingtang, these disciples are the disciples of Hong Qingtang, every month, they will shuttle through the streets and alleys of the town, dancing with swords, wielding spirit axes, after a period of wandering, they will hold a martial arts competition. A big man said with an excited face: "This is what my son told me, and my son is a disciple in Hongqing Hall!"

"Shui Sheng, you have such a son, it is simply a blessing from the previous life! As long as your son cultivates, you can rely on your son's blessing and enjoy the glory!"

"Haha......"

At that moment, the big man smiled excitedly.

At that moment, everyone catered to the big man one after another and patted their ass. In the crowd, Xiao Ming looked at all this with a calm face, he used the Emperor's Eye Technique to reach out to the group of martial artists, and what made him move was that these martial artists were just quenching fourfold existences, and the most powerful ones were only quenching fivefold bodies.

He shook his head, trying to get out of here.

But at this moment, an exclamation sounded from behind him: "Ah, there is a flying sword!"

Xiao Ming paused.

He heard one of the disciples say with a pale face, "My flying sword is out of my hand, and it strikes!

"If you get hurt, you get hurt, they're all lowly inferior people!" A disapproving voice sounded, Xiao Ming's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, he knew that the flying sword was aimed at him, he didn't care about it, he could take it off easily, but the disciple's voice behind him sounded, and Xiao Ming moved. I saw him gushing out of his spiritual breath, condensing it on the palm of his hand, and slapping it back.

Syllable!

There was a snap, and the Emperor's Spiritual Breath slammed into the flying sword.

Brush!

With a brushing sound, the flying sword swiped violently, swooping towards the disciple behind him. Xiao Ming's speed was very fast, and almost in a flash, the flying sword stabbed into the shoulder of a disciple. There was a snap, and blood splattered out, accompanied by a cry of pain. This disciple was the disciple who laughed at Xiao Ming just now. The sharp knife stabbed into his shoulder, his face was furious, and he roared wildly: "Someone attacked Hong Qingtang!"

"It's him!"

At that moment, everyone saw Xiao Ming of the crowd at a glance.

And Xiao Ming smiled coldly and walked out, but at this moment, there was a burst of brushing sounds, and I saw one disciple after another jumping around his body, his face was cold, with a murderous aura, staring at Xiao Ming coldly, and said angrily: "Who are you, you dare to attack our disciples of Hongqing Hall!"

Xiao Ming smiled coldly and walked forward.

But at this time, all the martial artists moved, and the alchemists blasted out the spirit runes one after another, and they bombarded fiercely in the burning, blasting towards Xiao Ming, and the refiners also gushed out spiritual breath, driving the spirit weapons, and bombarded and killed. Almost instantly, Xiao Ming attacked Xiao Ming.

Smack!

Brush Honk!

Spirit runes and spirit weapons bombarded fiercely, and at this time, Xiao Ming moved, he closed his eyes, the spiritual breath in his body surged, and then splashed towards the surrounding people with a bang, these imperial spiritual breath surged up, quickly devouring those spirit runes and spiritual weapons. At that moment, all the spirit runes and spirit weapons stopped in mid-air.

"Ah......h

Everyone exclaimed, "What's the situation?"

But at this time, Xiao Ming said coldly: "Fight back!"

Smack!

Crash!

There was a roar, and in an instant, the devoured spirit runes and spirit weapons ignited, and they bombarded towards the surrounding people.

Syllable!

With a roar, a spirit rune slammed into a disciple, and the spiritual fire burned fiercely. The disciple let out a panicked voice: "Oh my God, how could my spirit rune hit me!"

"Ah......h

At that moment, one spirit sword after another brushed towards the disciples behind him, swishing sound, these spirit swords had been spiritualized by Xiao Ming's imperial spiritual breath, refining souls, these souls, driven by a strong force, stabbed fiercely. Stabbed into the limb of the disciple. "Ah......h

In less than half a moment, these disciples of Hong Qingtang were all injured.

Xiao Ming smiled coldly, and then walked out. But at this moment, a snort sounded: "Brute, you hurt our disciples of Hongqing Hall, do you want to leave like this!"

Brush!

There was a burst of brushing sounds, and I saw that behind me, five middle-aged people appeared, these middle-aged people were tall and strong, their faces were cold, as soon as they came up, they quickly used their divine sense to probe into Xiao Ming's body, and then shouted: "Bold demon, what kind of person are you, you dare to appear here and hurt our disciples of Hongqingtang!"

"I have no sect. ”

Xiao Ming said lightly.

"What!"

At that moment, a trace of sharpness flashed in the eyes of those middle-aged people, and they all moved, only to see a flash of figure, and the middle-aged man had more spiritual weapons in his hands. A middle-aged man waved the golden gourd in his hand and pounced, and suddenly, he pulled open the lid of the gourd, sucked it suddenly, and then spit out a breath of spirit towards Xiao Ming fiercely. This aura exploded violently in an instant. Peng turned into a sky full of flames with a bang, and slammed into the sky.

"Quenching the eightfold?"

Xiao Ming sneered, he moved, and the Demon Sword in his hand swung forward fiercely.

The sword flashed.

When the Demon Sword kept swinging, the spiritual fire that rushed up was violently split, and then, Xiao Ming held the Demon Sword and pounced forward, and the sword slammed into it.

Boom!

There was an explosion, and the gourd in the middle-aged man's hand was shattered in an instant.

"Ah......h