The realm of Kunlun, everything is vast.

Six men in Tsing Yi moved step by step in the wind and snow.

They are the people of the Qin clan who have stepped into the realm of Kunlun.

"Uncle, where are we going?" A young man in the Qin clan looked at the bearded man leading the way in front of him, and asked in a trembling voice.

The bigger the wind and snow, the more cultivation can no longer be restored, everyone is difficult to resist this full wind and snow, there is no passage of time here, only the endless howling of wind and snow, adding a chill.

The bearded Han Qin Wen is the pinnacle of the Qin clan, less than fifty years old, and he is already a half-step powerhouse.

At the moment, his brow furrowed, and he did not answer, but just moved forward by feeling.

In the territory of Kunlun, people with good luck will have an intuition to guide them in the dark.

He Qin Wen is a peerless Tianjiao, and he believes that he is a person with good luck, not to mention that they still have treasures in their bodies.

Kunlun's borders.

Everyone stared at the crystal surface that was as clear as a jewel under their feet, and above the mirror, there was a picture of the powerhouses who had entered the Kunlun realm.

"It's been half an hour since they stepped in, why haven't anyone seen that Kunlun Divine Tree?"

"Maybe it's covered in the snow."

"You don't know this, the Kunlun Divine Wood is extremely miraculous, he will not be buried by the wind and snow, but my door has not been found yet."

"This wind and snow are so big, there is no cultivation, it is difficult to see, how can it be so easy to find, it is good to survive."

"yes, eh, wait a minute, you see, that... The black-clothed royal family met the senior of the Qin clan."

"What? I'll see."

"When we meet, we meet, although the world in Kunlun is vast, but what's the fuss about just meeting?"

"You don't understand that, do you? That royal Tianjiao, surnamed Zhao! It seems to be called Zhao Wujiang."

"What? Zhao surnamed Tianjiao? Tsk, there is a good show to watch now, most of the seniors of the Qin family are going to kill Tianjiao surnamed Zhao."

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In the territory of Kunlun, the wind and snow were pervasive, and the snowflakes gradually covered Zhao Wujiang's shoulders.

At this moment, he was looking at the six people who came out of front of him, and the person at the head was none other than the Qin clan's half-step first-grade powerhouse.

"Should you say it or not, Zhao Wujiang, you're so lucky!" The bearded man Qin Wen slowly walked towards Zhao Wujiang and said with a smile:

"Meet me here, lest you end up being swallowed by the wind and snow and suffering agony."

Zhao Wujiang's expression was indifferent, his hands were clasped in his sleeves, and his expression was lazy: "It's really lucky, aren't you just sending it to the door?"

"Ahahaha" The six of the Qin clan laughed, the air was filled with a happy atmosphere, and Qin Wen's eyebrows flew:

"You really don't know whether you live or die, thinking that this is the territory of Kunlun, and everyone is not cultivating, so you have the ability to fight against me?

Today, I will let you see what it means to be a land immortal!"

Qin Wen's big hand fanned, raised his hand full of snow, and slammed it into Zhao Wujiang's head, and the people of the Qin clan behind him were full of disdainful smiles, waiting for Zhao Wujiang to kneel and beg for mercy.

The next moment.

"Ahh

A terrible roar resounded through this snow-filled world.

The expected scene of Zhao Wujiang being beaten all over the ground and looking for teeth did not appear, but the half-step first-class powerhouse Qin Wen knelt down in front of Zhao Wujiang, and the big hand he fanned out was grabbed by Zhao Wujiang lightly, and his wrist was already broken.

Behind him, the disciples of the Qin clan stopped laughing abruptly, looking at this scene in horror.

A half-step powerhouse touched the realm of land immortals, even if he was sealed and cultivated in the Kunlun realm, he was definitely much stronger than ordinary people, how could he be subdued by Zhao Wujiang in the blink of an eye?

"Please, you're weak." Zhao Wujiang said lightly, and at the same time complained to himself in his heart, please, you are also very locomotive when you speak.

Half-step Yipin Qin Wen felt the gaze behind him, how could he have received such a gaze, shame and anger made him lose his mind, and roared angrily: "Ah, junior, I want your dog's life!"

He endured the pain in his wrist

Standing up in pain, the other elbow struck forward, and the knee of the leg also jerked forward.

"Smack!"

In the wind and snow, a heavy slap whistled in the wind, and a cyan figure flew upside down, falling into the snow, and the blood water infected the snow under him, and gradually became blood red.

Zhao Wujiang didn't open his mouth to pretend to be a master, rubbed his wrist, strode forward, and walked towards Qin Wen.

Kunlun's borders.

Everyone was looking at the situation inside through the Kunlun Divine Mirror, and the person who was originally laughing at Zhao Wujiang who couldn't escape death only felt dry and unbelievable at this moment.

Everyone is sealed and cultivated, why did you defeat a young man who had invaded the Yin Martial Arts for many years and had touched a product? Or crush! Is this possible?

This is impossible They rubbed their eyes and stared at Zhao Wujiang who was walking towards Qin Wen, the powerhouse of the Qin clan, in the Kunlun Divine Mirror, only to feel horror in their hearts.

"Sneak attack! It's a sneak attack!"

The people of the Qin clan who had not entered the realm of Kunlun spoke stubbornly:

"It's obvious that my Qin clan elders are careless!

Otherwise, it is not."

"Or what?" There was a sneer from the crowd, followed by more and more laughter.

For them, if Zhao Wujiang was killed, they would watch the excitement, and the people of the Qin clan would be defeated, and they would be able to suppress the arrogance of the Qin clan.

The people of the Qin clan were silent, their faces were red, and their ears were red.

The elder of the Kunlun Relic Clan opened and closed his eyes, staring at the scene in the Divine Mirror, his heart was flooded, but he didn't take another look, the Kunlun Realm was closed and cultivated, and such a result was not enough to make him shocked.

Within the borders of Kunlun.

The wind and snow became colder and colder, blowing into the hearts of the six members of the Qin family.

Seeing Zhao Wujiang getting closer and closer, I don't know who was the first to react, his expression was frightened, and he yelled:

"Uncle Protector is leaving!"

He took the lead in rushing towards Zhao Wujiang, and the other four people desperately dragged Qin Wen, a half-step first-grade powerhouse with a weak breath, and retreated.

Zhao Wujiang slapped away the Qin clansman who rushed over, strode towards the four people who fled in embarrassment, and just took two steps, his footsteps suddenly became heavy, and the Qin clansman who was fanned out pounced over, hugged his left leg tightly, and did not let him move forward.

With one hand, he wanted to lift the Qin clansman who was constantly bleeding out of his mouth and nose, but the hand holding his left leg was still holding on to it, refusing to let go of his hand at all.

With a sudden force in his hand, the clansman's face was bloodshot, and the red blood continued to slide down from his mouth and nose, dripping hot on the snow, shocking.

"It was your uncle who provoked me first!" Zhao Wujiang's face was expressionless, and he kept exerting force in his hands.

"Yes, yes. I'm sorry," the Qin clan member said with difficulty, his voice squeezed out along with the blood.

Zhao Wujiang shook his head, laughed dumbly, and snapped one of the clansmen's wrists:

"You have filial piety, but I, Zhao Wujiang, have always been reasonable, and he will compensate for the trouble your uncle provoked!"

Then he threw it on the snow on the side, and strode towards the other four Qin clansmen who were fleeing.

Wen Yu followed behind him, the young man was soft-hearted, he looked at the young man who was panting in the snow on the side, and knew that Zhao Wujiang did not kill him, he scolded the young man angrily:

"Foolish loyalty, foolish filial piety!"

Then, he followed Zhao Wujiang's direction, took two more steps back, threw out a bottle of elixir, rolled to the young man's head, and left.

Outside Kunlun, everyone didn't dare to breathe, staring closely at the scene in the divine mirror.

Zhao Wujiang's strength and principles, and the kindness of the young man behind him, all made them look at the two of them with respect in their eyes.

(End of chapter)