"This seat is the emperor of the people, the Tao is in ancient times, and a dream has been for thousands of years!"

The little fat man had a milky voice, his toes were high, his little black eyes blinked, and he hooked his finger towards Jian Qingsheng: "Boy, I see that you are extraordinary, your bones are strange, but you are a good seedling, although your physique is bad, but this seat is open, and it is fate to meet you, so I will accept you as a registered disciple and present your sword. ”

As soon as the little fat man's voice fell, Jian Qingsheng's face darkened, this little fat man spoke too unscrupulously, and he was obviously worried about his Zixiao Sword, and he actually wanted to accept him as a registered disciple.

Xiao Yi's eyes were a little strange, this little fat man was really not a good scumbag, no matter how he looked at it, he had a long tail, he believed that if he was still carrying a broken gun, he would definitely have a share of the quota for this named disciple.

Huoli Qianshu grinned and said, "Little fat man, what do you think of me." ”

"You?" the little fat man swept over him and shook his head again and again, "full of dross, turbid physique, crooked melons and cracked dates." ”

Huoli Qianfu suddenly crooked his nose angrily, this bastard boy is only a few years old, and he speaks mercilessly, what is a turbid physique, what is a crooked melon and a cracked date, he is so unbearable.

"Who the hell are you!"

Jian Qingsheng had a dark face, and walked towards the little fat man, he planned to bring it back to the tribe, the things that came out of the Baizhang Town Soul Monument, he didn't get any benefits, how could he see what the little fat man was from, maybe he couldn't see it, but no one in the tribe might know it.

"This seat is the emperor of the people! Boy, you can't be disobedient! Don't kneel down and worship the teacher!"

The little fat man was not afraid at all, his pink little hands were crossed on his waist, a pair of small eyes were purring and turning, Jian Qingsheng had a black face, he didn't say a word, and his steps became faster and faster.

Seeing Jian Qingsheng approaching, less than ten zhang away, the little fat man rushed over with a hula, it was as fast as lightning, and even Jian Qingsheng was a flower in front of him, and the Zixiao Sword in his hand sank.

Not good!

He was shocked in his heart, and saw that the little fat man's eyes lit up, opened his small mouth, and bit down on the Zixiao Sword fiercely.

Boom!

The spirit was shocked, Jian Qingsheng's face turned pale, and when he opened his mouth, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and the little fat man had already jumped out of the river with a hula and went far away, holding half of the Zixiao Sword in his arms, eating and spitting out, and he didn't seem to be very satisfied.

Gu Feng and the others all changed color, this little fat man was extremely fast, but he couldn't sense half of the qi and blood fluctuations, and that pair of teeth made them even more frightened, Zixiao Sword was a human warrior conceived by Jian Qingsheng, with its cultivation and promotion, it has evolved from a blood soldier to a bone soldier, even if they shoot with all their strength, it is difficult to break it, but they are swallowed like this bastard.

The human body soldier is connected with the blood of the soldier master, and has the spiritual imprint of the soldier master, the Zixiao Sword collapsed this time, and Jian Qingsheng also suffered a lot of trauma, at least the Zixiao Sword in his hand is half-useless, and it takes a lot of time to recast and restore to the previous state.

Barely calming down the shaking spirit, Jian Qingsheng's face was pale, and he had suffered such a big loss in vain, even if he was on the Heavenly Soldier Road.

Shout!

He turned into a vague green shadow, stretched out his big hand, and grabbed at the little fat man. But the little fat man's speed is always no more, no less, only a step faster than him, and after half a cup of tea, Jian Qingsheng stopped his body, his face was gloomy, and he was almost dripping.

In front of a soul stele, the little fat man shook his chubby calves, and the last piece of Zixiao Sword was stuffed into his mouth, chewed twice and spit out a mouthful of waste residue, pointed at Jian Qingsheng and said: "Your qualifications are too poor, this seat has repented and decided to expel you from the division, you go, don't come to entanglement again." ”

The anger rushed to the top door, Jian Qingsheng almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, if he was a strong man, he would never be like this, but in front of him was a fat bastard boy, who did not leave a moral, and directly gnawed his human soldiers, leaving him with a place of slag.

The little fat man seemed to be too proud, and he didn't notice that someone was approaching behind him, only to see a big hand roaring out and grabbing his little arm.

"Little thing, you are cross!" Captain Huoli gritted his teeth, and with his other hand he unceremoniously ripped off the little animal skin that covered his shame.

"Ahh

The little fat man exclaimed, and as soon as he struggled violently, the commander of the fire left the strange scream, and was swept away by a huge force and planted into a pile of broken bones. Then, the little fat man's body flashed, and he disappeared into the vast stele forest, and the immature voice came, with the smell of anger and corruption.

"This seat has preached for thousands of years, and you crooked melon and cracked dates are waiting for this seat!"

The corners of Xiao Yi's mouth twitched slightly, now he can be sure that this little fat man is undoubtedly a human race, but his origin is probably very unusual, but in this lost ancient battlefield, Jian Qingsheng wants to capture him, I am afraid that there is no possibility.

Tie Qing's face was blue, Jian Qingsheng put away half of the Zixiao Sword, he took a deep breath, barely calmed down, although it was still a little blocked, but there was no way, he had already eaten this loss, and he wanted to get it back in this ancient battlefield, and now it seemed almost hopeless, he glanced around, the remaining eight Baizhang Soul Monuments, he didn't plan to touch them again, so as not to turn elbows, among them, the suppression was not an ordinary alien powerhouse, even if the bones had been worn out, but life had evolved to a certain extent, and it was not impossible for a short recovery to return to the world, and it was necessary to act cautiously。

Yes, Jian Qingsheng cast his eyes on those Soul Suppression Monuments of about ten zhang, this level of Soul Suppression Monument, even if there are alien races suppressed, it is also powerful and limited, and the endless years have passed, perhaps they have already been worn into ashes, their lives have not evolved to that point, even if there are any changes, Jian Qingsheng can cope with it, of course, the premise is, don't let him run into that damn little fat man again.

Erasing the chubby figure from his mind, Jian Qingsheng snorted coldly and walked towards the periphery of the stele forest, he was now on fire in his heart, and he didn't want to pay attention to Xiao Yi and the others.

After all, he is still a teenager, he is not frightened, he is not happy and angry, it takes years to accumulate, even if he has experienced the hustle and bustle of the great era of science and technology, and the social dye vat is rolled around, Xiao Yi can't do it, in his opinion, this ancient land is already too pure, people die with sadness, murder has to pay for life, revenge is not overnight, although there are fetters, but can abide by their hearts.

Next, these eight Baizhang Town Soul Tablets became a forbidden place for everyone, even if they were recuperating and repairing their wounds, Gu Feng and the others also left this place.

The figure of the little fat man seemed to have disappeared, walking in the vast stele forest, Xiao Yi never found his trace again, following the inexplicable call in the bloodline, Xiao Yi finally found a twenty-three-zhang high soul stele.

There is nothing strange about the black and blue stele body, the restlessness that comes from the depths of the bloodline is derived from this soul stele, the desolate dragon essence blood is too extraordinary, even if it is refined and fused by Xiao Yi and turned into the bloodline, it still maintains a trace of spirituality.

Shi Gong once said that the cultivation of the human race, excavating the human body's divine treasure, is also the process of bloodline evolution, bloodline is the foundation of life, bloodline evolution, is also a part of the evolution of life, the initial practice of the human race, because the spiritual will is not enough to communicate the essence of heaven and earth, can only rely on devouring blood to strengthen their own body, among them, most of the devoured wild beasts, and even the essence of the strong, all contain their bloodline essence, after refining and fusing into the body, in addition to strengthening their own blood and blood, it is also the process of refining their own bloodline, and the process of embracing all rivers, and when the bloodline grows to a certain extent, it is in harmony with the spiritual will, which is the beginning of life evolution。

Xiao Yi understood that although he had refined and fused that wisp of desolate dragon essence blood, because the desolate dragon's life level was too high, although his own human bloodline was strong because of this, he still couldn't completely absorb it, and only when his cultivation continued to advance and his life level evolved to a high enough state that he could slowly complete it, which was the work of the water mill.

But now, Xiao Yi wants to see what this desolate dragon essence blood in his veins is.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yi's blood was steaming, the blood of the desolate dragon was hooked, and the qi and blood around him also became surging, and the next moment, he took a step suddenly, and the first style of the brute elephant fist method was brazenly shot, although it was just a simple move, this type of brute elephant turned over and still burst out with an amazing amount of power.

Rumble!

The Soul Suppression Monument shook violently, making a violent roar, this momentum even alarmed Jian Qingsheng in the distance, at this moment, he also stood in front of a twenty-five-zhang high Soul Suppression Monument, feeling the power of Qi and blood belonging to Xiao Yi, as well as the conceivable fierce fist power, Jian Qingsheng's complexion changed slightly, he was still a little underestimated before, this person's physical body is strong, and the strength of Qi and blood is probably not weaker than the ordinary blood refining Great Perfection.

A corner of the stele forest.

In front of the two twenty-zhang high Soul Suppression Monuments, the two patriarchs of Gu Feng and Huohe all changed color, they felt that Xiao Yi's power of qi and blood was actually not under the two of them, and the patriarch of Huohe knew that even he could not hardly catch Huoli's red copper armillary hammer with his bare hands.

After a while, he sighed, the Bloodstone Tribe has a son like this, plus that Shi Zhixuan is also not very human, and there is a star and a thousand miles of horses with him, I am afraid that in the future, he may not stop at the middle blood department, and even be promoted to the upper blood department, and it is not impossible to really enter the eye of the Thunder Sword Soldier Department.

In front of the twenty-three zhang town soul monument, Xiao Yi kept shooting, his blood was rolling, as if there was no end, and even under the overflow of the desolate dragon essence blood and qi, every punch was stronger than before, and the qi and blood in the body were surging, sometimes like a tidal wave making a roaring sound, and sometimes there was a rolling thunder sound, the fist was strong, piercing the air, and at the end of the day, it was actually a vacuum fist road that was opened up.