The stage was full of scolding, Yin Xutian didn't care about the Immortal Ancestor and didn't care anymore, and even a few of the most energetic scolding people sat next to the Immortal Ancestor, the old monk in Confucian shirt secretly looked at the Immortal Ancestor for most of the day, his eyes were sour, and he didn't see the Immortal Ancestor's anger, and even his face didn't change a little.

Immortal Ancestor is the first person to be rich and noble under the Three Thousand Heavenly Dao, turning a blind eye, and secretly turning his head a few times really thinking that he is a fool, but you also use some Dao magic powers, can you have a little peerless demeanor of a few people on the top of the mountain?

The rules of the game were promulgated, and Yin Xutian was no longer too lazy to continue to fight on the altar, waving his hand to let those who knew that they were not famous come to the stage, and they would save themselves from talking again.

As for the referee, who does the bullshit love, anyway, those on the gossip floating platform are more protective than the other, and no one can die. Yin Xutian peeked at the Chu madman who didn't plan to join the war, and secretly patted his chest, it was an accident just now, it was an accident, it couldn't be counted. People can't stop themselves from looking for death.

"Xiaoshan River, you can't get up." Chu Xinsu, who was full of enthusiasm on the side, asked.

Chu Shishanhe shuddered, the three words Xiaoshanhe were really a little scary: "I'm not famous, of course I have to." ”

"Then I'll go too."

Chu Shishanhe could only smile bitterly: "Aren't you the sister of Chu Madman, if you are also on it, how can people beat you." ”

Chu Xinsu rolled his eyes and complained: "You are still the Eight Jade Sons of the Demon Clan, why can't you go to me." ”

"This is different, my Bayu boy didn't have much fame six years ago, and now I have to earn it back, which door are you going to make a lot of." Chu Shishanhe clapped his hands, pointed at Long Yi and asked, "Then the little bastard doesn't need to be on it?" ”

Chu Xinsu grabbed Chu Shishanhe's arm and looked hard at the discovery, and after seeing the person clearly, he stood up again and whispered to Chu Shishanhe's words: "That little bastard is the third prince of the real dragon clan, so you don't need to fight." ”

Chu Shishanhe nodded with a serious face: "Then I'll fight." ”

After saying that, he trotted all the way, ran to the bottom of the altar, and slowly walked up one step at a time.

To be humble is not.

"He's a demon." I don't know that the big truth that is not long-sighted instantly aroused the anger of the crowd.

Chu Shishanhe, who was secretly happy, directly blackened his face.

Before Chu Shishanhe fully ascended to the stage, except for the first person to come to the stage, twenty or thirty people jumped on the roof of this festival.

The appeal of the demons, which everyone shouts and beats, is gone.

"Big brothers." Before he came to the stage, Chu Shi Shanhe began to nod his head: "The second gentleman of the immortal family has said that you can only play ten games in one game, and you are so discordant with the rules." ”

"Adversary, we're going to defend this."

"Of course, we have rules for others, but for you, the devil, killing you is the rule."

Gotcha, a bunch of fools. Chu Shishanhe glanced around to find Yin Xutian, who had long been hidden in the crowd, and wanted him to come out to talk, but when he came back to his senses, that bullshit was probably shouted by the bastard.

"I really want to fight." Chu Shishanhe could only ask helplessly.

"The Adversary suffers." Twenty or thirty people collectively sacrificed their magic weapons and rushed up.

"Yes." Chu Shi Shanhe drew his sword, and a pair of black flowing fire wings suddenly opened.

In an instant, the old monk in the Confucian shirt on the high platform narrowed his eyes, the golden vertical pupils of the dragon's eyes appeared again, Ni Qianluo also clenched his fists, and the Chu madman who sat cross-legged alone and realized the Tao turned his head, and Mu Xiaohou Ye regarded this as a lively look, and he was very happy to watch.

Chu Shi Shanhe slashed out with a knife, and the aura of that knife was also entangled in black and red flowing fire, and some guys with eyes above the top would definitely scold a word of bells and whistles when they saw it, but those who have a real vision can taste the meaning from this knife, the strong and sharp spirit that breaks through ten thousand laws with one sword, and the domineering spirit that smashes everything.

"That's 'Zhu He'?" Immortal Ancestor asked the old monk in Confucian shirt with his heart.

The old monk in the Confucian shirt also responded to the Immortal Ancestor with an inaudible voice from others: "That's right, back then, Tian Qing's black guy came to my Emperor's Yuan Palace with the dog head of seventeen or eighteen sin kings to exchange for a black red mine, and then borrowed the innate hardware from the innate spirit treasure refined by Emperor Yuhuang Jiuding, which can be regarded as a pseudo-innate chaos magic weapon refined by the day after tomorrow." Not to mention the killing power, except for the few chaotic-level innate magic weapons alias King Kong that can break with this Zhu He, the others are all shit. ”

Hearing this, Xianzu was very helpless, and could only remind the old Confucian with the most authority in Daozhou: "Old man, obscenity." ”

The old monk in the Confucian shirt waved his hand and no longer bothered with this master of the Dao sect who had a lot of problems.

Although Chu Shishanhe's knife is said to use the back of the knife, it is not easy to add the blessing of the flowing fire black wing.

Twenty or thirty young heroes were slashed over with a knife and fell to the ground with serious injuries.

On the altar of the sacrifice, Chu Shi Shanhe landed on the ground with a knife and pestle, and his right hand pressed the knife there and smirked at Long Ying, Chu Shi Shanhe pressed all the weight of his body on Zhu He, but he almost didn't shake it down, Chu Shi Shanhe raised Zhu He and saw that there was only a small knife mark on the white jade slab.

At this time, Chu Shi Shanhe came to the spirit, no matter the tens of thousands of people present took Zhu He to knock and smash on the sacrificial platform of Tai'an Mountain, and finally they all raised their knives to cut the white jade slab, and the fourth Mr. Xianjia took out the eight swords of Qiankun in the famous Daozhou to stop Chu Shishanhe.

It is very worrying to see tens of thousands of people.

"This slate is good, what is it dug up?" Chu Shishanhe, who was 'escorted' down by Ji Lingtian, chattered: "Tell me, I also used this slate when I opened a sect and established a mansion that day." ”

Since returning from his sword travels, Ji Lingtian has practiced half-hung closed-mouth meditation, and he can't say a few words in a year, and he only has a few words every time, which can be regarded as a half-mute. No matter how Chu Shi Shanhe talked nonsense, Ji Lingtian ignored it.

After hiding from the first day of the new year, Yin Xutian rushed out of the crowd, jumped on the white jade platform of the sacrifice to the sky, and beckoned people to 'invite' these young talents with extremely poor combat power to step down.

As for the magic weapons that were smashed by Chu Shi Shanhe with the back of his knife, Yin Xutian kicked them down one by one.

"Yo, that's good." As soon as they met, Mu Ying punched Chu Shishanhe in the chest: "It's a lot stronger than a few days ago." ”

About Chu Shi Shanhe felt a little at a loss, and directly returned a punch with enough strength, but what he said was light and light: "So-so." ”

Mu Ying's face was flushed when she was swayed by Chu Shi Shanhe's punch, and she grinned bitterly: "You play really." ”

Before the words fell, two fists smashed on each other's chests, Chu Shishanhe and Mu Ying flew out upside down at the same time, and it took two or three meters before the two barely stabilized their bodies.

I saw that Chu Xinsu, who had just run over, had a delicate little face full of doubts.

What a big hatred this is, it's just the rhythm of a direct death hand.

"Mu Ying, you almost didn't trap me, what's wrong with me beating you twice." Chu Shishanhe rubbed his chest, gritted his teeth and scolded.

"Hey, hey, hey." Mu Ying smirked a few times at Chu Shishanhe, and turned her head directly. plunged headlong into the crowd and disappeared.

Chu Shi Shanhe also supported his forehead hehe smirked, who the made him Mu Yingna.

Tian Qing, that old guy is something that Chu Shishanhe wants to admire for the rest of his life.

Tattered Hou and Hou Bansu have been the brothers of Chu Shi Shanhe since the beginning of Shifang Pavilion, and the lives bought by Chu Shi Shanhe are worth it.

Mu Ying is a first-class product with Chu Shishanhe, it is two friends who hate to see each other late, Chu Shishanhe is in trouble, Mu Ying will come uninvited, Mu Ying will be in trouble Chu Shishanhe will also come to the door in person, no matter how far away, as long as they get news from each other.

Just like Chu Shishanhe knew that Mu Ying, a lazy person who was willing to ascend to the door of the Daomen Immortal Family, was coming to the book wind, and Mu Ying also knew that Chu Shishanhe entered the enemy camp because he wanted to step on the top of the heads of young men of all ethnic groups to regain the dignity that had been lost for six years.

As for the Yin Xutian who dodged and didn't dare to show up, it was not bad to be a henchman.

Along the way, although I have met many people, I have also missed countless mountains and rivers. As for the way back, it should be good to walk back.

"Xiaoshan River, it begins." When Chu Shishanhe came back to his senses, Chu Xinsu, who had been guarding him, gently pulled the corner of Chu Shishanhe's clothes and reminded in a whisper.

Chu Shi Shanhe looked up, and on the altar was Chilinjun dressed in a red robe like blood.

Unlike Chu Shi Shanhe, the Eight Jade Sons of the Demon Clan who was ousted from power six years ago, Chilin Jun has always been the young leader of the Demon Clan, and it stands to reason that Chi Lin Jun has no need to go through a boring scene.

Is it just because it disturbs his layout in the piano garden?

Chu Shi Shanhe turned his head and glanced at the third prince of the True Dragon Clan, who was nothing, and smashed his mouth, why did this anger spread on his head?

Could it be that it was not only the Immortal Family that this Chilin Jun was preparing to calculate at the beginning, but also the True Dragon Clan?

Chu Shishanhe rubbed his chin, this Chilin Jun is not very angry, but the bureau is quite big.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying of 'demons and monsters' in the three thousand Dao Prefectures.

The demon clan, although it is called the same as the demon clan in the three thousand Dao Prefecture, it is valuable that the demon clan knows that the demon clan knows how to cooperate with the hundred clans, and almost all the demon clans have assisted in the decisive battle against the demon clan in history, so as long as the demon clan does not take steps to step on the bottom line, the hundred clans have to pinch their noses to smell the beach, and they can't push the demon clan to the demon clan, so they can't live a long way.

On the altar of the sacrifice, Chilin Jun called twenty-nine people in one breath, plus he did not have more or less than three groups.

Chi Linjun's arms were as red as blood, and the entire Tai'an Mountain Peak smelled a faint smell of blood. It is rumored that Chilin Jun has followed the Blood Ancestor of the Styx River since he was a child to practice the Blood Martial Arts, killing people and bloodthirsty countless times, and the faint smell of blood that permeates the top of Tai'an Mountain is filled by the lives of many living beings.

The little Lori of the evil spirit clan pinched her nose, her face full of disgust: "I remember that it is recorded in the classics that the ancestor of the Blood Demon Styx is a demon clan, so the blood demon skill was stolen by the demon clan?" ”

Chu Shishanhe looked back at Chu Xinsu, who knew almost any secret history but couldn't hold the door, and said helplessly: "Who knows what happened hundreds of thousands of years ago." ”

"Those two..."

"It's begun, it's begun." Chu Shi Shanhe hurriedly straightened Chu Xinsu's head and looked at the roof of the sacrifice.

The twenty-nine young heroes on the stage are not fools, it is the right thing to win Chilin Jun at the moment, and the fools are only doing it now.

Twenty-nine young heroes do not need to communicate, the united front is unanimous to the outside world, in order to avoid the tragedy of the demon Chu Shi Shanhe who was wiped out, twenty-nine people opened the battle line and surrounded Chilin Jun in a corner.