A bright crescent moon hung in the sky, and the wilderness was hazy and hazy.

"Gurgle......"

The flatbed truck was driving on the road, but the cart had been replaced by the old man Gu and Zhuge Ming, the best friends and rivals.

In the past few days, other ordinary six-grade masters are no longer qualified to push the cart!

At this time, Xiao Huang sniffed Zhao Li and Bai Mu's feet, and walked to the other side of the flatbed with a disgusted face, it was a nostalgic dog, and it only had a soft spot for the girl's feet named Su Miaojin.

Xin Zhuo patted its head and glanced back, almost hitting Zhao Li face to face.

Zhao Li subconsciously stayed away, and tried to squeeze out a smile on his naturally cold face: "King Xin, what's the matter?"

Bai Mu, a scattered flower lady with a melon seed face on the side, smiled and showed a mouthful of good-looking braided shell teeth, with the intoxicating fragrance of gardenias, squeezed Zhao Li aside, and approached with a smile: "King Xin, are you lying in the arms of the slave family?" The slave's arms are warm and big. ”

Maybe on weekdays, they don't look at a young man like Xin Zhuo who has not dried up, but at this time, their lives are at stake, and they have to do everything they can to please them.

And then

The second daughter's head was neatly pushed aside, and Xin Zhuo had already looked at the back of the idiot master and Song Xijun and his group through more than a hundred flattering faces.

His original intention was not to take down this group of people, it didn't matter if Old Man Zhao and the others were, Shaolin and Wudang had grandmasters and masters.

It's just that this group of people is too noisy and too troublesome, and they will not give up if they don't kill him, and they don't want to face at all.

"This devil has seen it!"

Old Man Zhao and a large group of people hurriedly lowered their heads.

They were really frightened in Qingyang Yizhuang, at first, even if they wanted to break their heads, they couldn't understand why the masters below the half-step little master within a radius of five hundred miles were all present, and why were they all subdued by Xin Zhuo?

It's horrible!

Until they also ate the poison!

It's not their own in the blink of an eye, and they finally realized the feelings of the hundreds of masters on the field!

This Xindra is such a terrible adversary!

After a while, Xin Zhuo, who was on the flatbed, finally turned his head.

A group of people wiped the cold sweat on their foreheads, and Keqing gritted his teeth and asked, "Xijun, have you had anything to do with him?" Really didn't see his realm? ”

Song Xijun on the side had a trace of confusion on his pale face, and shook his head: "I want to ...... with him." It's just that he refused, and I've been close to him, but it's just ...... I really can't see what kind of realm he is. ”

As he spoke, he looked at Mrs. Ling on the side: "Mrs. Ling's ...... over there."

Mrs. Ling grabbed her daughter Lingxi's hand tightly and sighed helplessly: "This kind of person has evil thoughts, scheming, and is playing tricks on us from beginning to end, how can we get close to him?"

"Now that we are in prison, the day is in danger, have you ever thought that the elders of the family will come to the rescue?"

Shaolin idiot monk Shangsheng's horse face, oily and watery scalp and moonlight shine, and his tone is dull.

Wudang Keqing shook his head evilly: "I have never had a method for flying harriers to pass on books, and now I am trapped, how can I pass on books?" And you look at the ...... ahead."

Everyone looked up and saw that Yan Qizong was staring at them coldly with more than a dozen six-rank masters of the rivers and lakes.

Don't think about it, these scum have made dog legs for the Naxin devil to spy on the crowd.

This dog thief Xin Zhuo, only sixteen or seventeen years old, where did he get so many hearts? Shouldn't teenagers be impulsive, irritable, and willful and rebellious?

Born Adversary!

At this moment, Di Huaijie, the five-grade master in front, and the invincible old man Song who had the title of "Blood Slaughter Maniac", replaced the old man with a flattering face, and pretended to push the flatbed car hard.

The appearance of sycophancy is outrageous.

"King Xin, I'm waiting for a reluctant invitation!"

Di Huaijie no longer has the heroism of "let whoever dies die", and his face smiled like a chrysanthemum.

Xin Zhuo didn't reply: "Say!"

Di Huaijie and Song Wushu glanced at each other, and their faces became serious: "We feel that King Xin's name of King Xin's iron-faced judge Chunshan Xiaolang Jun is really not worthy of your prestige."

Song Wushu also nodded and said seriously: "That's right!" Please also take care of our face, the one hundred and nineteen masters present are all heroes, and now they are all under your command, and the name of Xiaolangjun is really inappropriate! ”

"Oh?" Xin Zhuo stretched.

Di Huaijie glanced at a large group of experts with secretive faces behind him, and said with a smile: "We have discussed it privately and have re-named you!"

Xin Zhuo said with interest: "Let's hear it!"

Song Wushu answered: "Tongtian Sect Master, Tongtian Wrist, One Sect Master, how is it?" In the future, subordinates and others will go out to sign up for the number, it will be better to hear, under the seat of the main seat of the Lower Tongtian Sect, the blood slaughter mad demon Song is invincible, and the name alone is very scary! ”

Xinzhuo: "......"

How dare I use this name? You're cool, I'm scared to death!

Wave your hand: "It's boring, don't mention it!"

The two of them looked stunned, what they did was that once this arrogant name spread, there might be half-step little grandmasters and little grandmaster masters who were unhappy and planned to come to intercept and kill!

You're a mere sixteen or seventeen-year-old kid, and you're still not satisfied?

The two lowered their heads and pondered urgently for a while: "That...... What about Daode Tianzun? ”

“……”

Xin Zhuo sighed, "Let's change someone else to come and push!" ”

……

"Gurgle......"

The flatbed truck kept moving forward, and it should be near Yimendu's house, but it was still 200 miles away.

At this time, we passed through a mountain range with a complex environment, lined with green pines and cypresses, and strange rocks.

"Stop, I'm going to retreat for a day! Wait for me where you are! ”

Xin Zhuo, who was on the flatbed, suddenly spoke.

Along the way, he had been pondering where he could choose to break through and fuse the Five Elements True Qi.

The environment here is good, in case of an accident, you can hide and delay time.

More than a hundred masters looked at each other, and hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Subordinates obey orders!"

Xin Zhuo took Xiao Huang off the flatbed car and glanced at Yan Qizong and Xue Huaiwei not far away. ”

Several people nodded heavily, and then they felt an aura of conspiracy in their hearts.

Seeing Xin Zhuo taking Xiao Huang up the mountain, more than 100 people bowed down and bowed down with incomparably flattering smiles on their faces: "I will send off the sect master, and I wish the sect master great success!"

Xin Zhuo stumbled.

It wasn't until a man and a dog completely disappeared on the top of the mountain that more than a hundred people raised their heads, and the flattery on their faces disappeared little by little, and then became gloomy and cold.

As the highest realm Di Huaijie, he squinted his eyes slightly and said coldly: "You really didn't think about taking down this kid and forcing him to ask for the antidote?"

The old man and the others glanced at each other, and the white-clothed sword god Chen Si said coldly: "I can't beat it!"

"Can't beat it?" Di Huaijie frowned, "By the way, what kind of realm is he, Lao Tzu doesn't see it at all!" ”

The old man sighed: "The fifth grade, the wood attribute is really angry, and the concealment of the mind is extremely high and wonderful, and the old man is even half a chip behind him!"

The second five grades?

The old man Zhao at the back is a group of people, his eyes are shrinking, Xin Zhuo is such a high realm?

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old sub-fifth grade?

How have you ever heard of this in a land of thousands of miles?

Song Xijun and Mrs. Ling and the others had no blood on their faces in an instant, such talented and demonic people, no wonder they couldn't look down on us!