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As the sun sets, a bright moon rises from the end of the wilderness, hanging high for nine days.

At the entrance of Qinglian Village, a roaring bonfire was lit, and the dead branches burned and crackled, reflecting everyone's faces.

In the north, on the other side of the river, bathed in the moonlight, a robe stained with blood, a slightly wolf-like figure drilled out of the barren ancient forest, the long sword in his hand emitted a misty purple glow in the moonlight, and blood continued to drip down.

Taking a deep breath, Shi Kong glanced back, a thick color of jealousy appeared in his eyes, dozens of miles of barren ancient forest, he traveled all the way, I don't know how many dangers he encountered, ordinary beasts that have grown for more than three years are encountered from time to time, with his current cultivation, he has also experienced a long fierce battle before he was barely killed, and some of the beasts who have more than six years of age, he is not an opponent at all, just the qi machine is difficult to bear, only to avoid it from afar, find another way.

Especially some poisonous insects, snakes and ants, he once stepped on a dead branch, but in an instant turned into a millstone-sized spider, full of barbed spider feet like a spear hole through, containing highly poisonous, instantly a huge mulberry tree that has grown for more than a thousand years poisoned to death, turned into wood pulp.

There were also wild ants with fists and carapaces like blue-black molten iron, and a pair of ant feet hugged his toes, almost knocking him over.

Such a terrifying encounter, I don't know how many people along the way, until he completely crossed this barren ancient forest, Shi Kong only felt that his back was soaked, and his body was even more densely accumulated, firstly, because of the fierce fighting, he killed a lot of unheard of ancient beasts, and secondly, because he was depressed, the desolation was too terrible, and he was invincible too much.

Well?

Er, Shi Kong's eyes froze, he looked into the distance, crossed the clear flowing river, and now he comprehended the sword momentum, and the spiritual sense that became stronger and stronger, clearly sensed that at this time, at the foot of Luming Mountain, in front of the village of the Qinglian clan, there was a faint hirking aura of tyranny. Some of these breaths belong to human beings, and some belong to the qi and blood of desolate beasts.

"A foreign enemy?"

Shi Kong muttered, his gaze suddenly sharpened.

......

The entrance of Qinglian Village.

Zen Shi shook his fist again, and the herring fish staggered backwards like a lightning strike, the long sword in his hand was densely cracked, and blood flowed from the tiger's mouth.

"I have touched the fist realm, it is no longer a subtle realm, even if you have practiced internal strength, you are still not my opponent. ”

Zen Shi was very indifferent, and now, he almost swept away the most outstanding young people of the Qinglian Clan, and gradually accumulated a hazy general trend on his body, which made many clan teenagers look sideways and regarded him as a fierce rival.

At this moment, he looked at the pale blue fish in front of him with a kind of looking down gaze, and then swept over the Qinghu people who were also defeated under his fist not far away, shook his head, and said, "You can't do it, isn't there anyone?"

Darn!

Qinghu clenched his bloody fists, and his teeth were biting out blood, which was a kind of contempt and disdain, thinking that their Qinglian clan no longer had a cunzi that could be used as an opponent.

However, in fact, there is really no one to make a move at the moment, the swordsmanship is as subtle as Qingyu and Qingwu have been defeated, and Zen Shi alone is like a big mountain in front of them, which is insurmountable.

A desolate look appeared in the eyes of the Great Elder, it seemed that it was really just an extravagant hope, if he wanted to defeat the young generation of the Nine Great Clans, how difficult it was to make a splash, not every generation of any clan could have such a character.

In fact, their Qinglian clan's generation is not weak, out of Qingwu and Qingyu such a swordsmanship, talented juniors, looking at the entire top ten clans, among the peers, can definitely be included in the top ten, but unfortunately encountered an opponent like Zen Shi, touched the fist realm, and now the teenagers of the clans, there are really not many people who can be his opponents.

"What, is there no one?"

Zen Shi showed a look of regret on his face, which made some Qinglian clan people in the village want to beat him, this bald young man who asked for Zen was not pure-minded, and he had been squeezing with words, which was simply falling into the well.

Qingwu clenched the hilt of the sword, and there was a breath in his chest, he hated himself for being lazy on weekdays, otherwise it would not be the end like today, the young man blamed everything on himself, and the whole person trembled faintly.

He was speechless, because he was really not an opponent, miracles would not always happen again and again, he was able to swordsmanship, it was accidental, but he also had the skills accumulated on weekdays, as for the sword realm, it was not possible to achieve it overnight, it required enough understanding and chance, not enough sweat.

Beside him, Qingyu wanted to speak several times, but after all, he didn't say anything, he was the most calm, and he didn't know how to comfort him at this time, because he also held his breath in his heart, and it was difficult to vent.

Qingwu was stunned, because a powerful palm pressed on his shoulder, and wisps of sharp and vibrant sharp sword qi rushed into his body, the familiar aura that belonged to Qinglian's mental method, and in an instant, the blood in his internal organs that was born because of the heavy blow was removed.

Turning around incredulously, Qingwu saw a familiar blood-stained figure, standing behind him, showing a gentle smile, and said softly, "I'm back." ”

I'm back!

Not only Qingwu, but also Qingyu and several other teenagers were shocked almost at the same time, and they also saw the familiar figure.

"Shikong, go up, beat him!" "Qinghu, Qinghu gritted his teeth, pointed to the Zen stone in the clearing, and said hatefully.

Shi Kong was slightly stunned, and his memory seemed to return to that day, and several young people laughed heartlessly, huddled around him, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Now even Shikong, your swordsmanship is better than mine. ”

"Yes, Shikong, your understanding is so good, you must be able to practice internal strength, someone will bully me in the future, you have to do it, you know!"

In the haze, the two faces in his memory seemed to coincide, Shi Kong looked at the blood overflowing from the corner of Qinghu's mouth, nodded, and then walked past everyone and walked forward.

"It's back!"

Uncle Seven almost muttered, looking at the young man in front of him in disbelief, vaguely, he had an illusion that there seemed to be some changes on the Shikong body in front of him, but it was already difficult to see through, and his grasp of the aura around him was meticulous, and there was no leakage at all.

It's back!

There was a trace of essence flashing in the eyes of the Great Elder, and the old man's heart was trembling, not because of sadness, but because of the hot blood rolling, such a peak and loop, almost made him unable to suppress his state of mind, but he still barely controlled his mood, and did not show it lightly, because the Great Elder also saw that among the young people of the major clans, there were still stronger Cunzài than the Zen stone, just like the young man sitting on the back of the four-eared elk, which would definitely make many young juniors despair.

But at this moment, most of the crisis has been resolved, because of the favor of the Qingdi, the descendants of the clan who fell from the sky did not die, and came back alive, just by virtue of this, the Luming tribe will definitely pay enough attention, and he Qinglian clan can most likely get through the next difficult years.

At the entrance of the village, the bonfire was blazing, and the bright moon was hanging high at this time, and before I knew it, it was close to Zhongtian.

Although the Great Elder's emotions quickly subsided, some of the clan elders and Wu Zhu still noticed a hint of something unusual, and their eyes swept over the young man who suddenly appeared, dressed in coarse cloth robes stained with blood, as if he had just experienced a tragic fight.

A boy who is already thirteen or fourteen years old has not been taken away by the masters of the tribal academy and has been accepted under the sect, will such a physique and talent be stronger than a few Qinglian clan teenagers in Qingwu?

Even some clan teenagers can see that something is wrong, they are staring at Shikong, they don't know what the origin of this teenager is, isn't the Qinglian clan not going to give up, even such a teenager who is over the age has been sent out, are they not afraid of encountering greater shame?

"You're going to challenge too?"

Looking at the stone sky walking slowly, Zen Shi said lightly: "It seems that there is really no one left, you have to think about it, as soon as the Great Arhat Fist comes out, I will initially set foot in the fist realm, and I can't control my strength, some internal injuries are inevitable, you choose to give up now, it's still too late." ”

As if he hadn't heard Zen Shi's words, Shi Kong's expression was calm, his eyes were moist, and he couldn't see the slightest joy or anger, he took another nine steps and stood still ten zhang away from Zen Shi. (Ask for recommendation votes, ask for collections!Book friends who don't have collections collect it.,Book friends who have collected it.,There are free recommendation votes every day.,It takes a minute.,Log in and vote for the Ziji Emperor.。 ）