He walked out of the Poison Dragon Pond with sharp eyes.

"Next, go get the cold leaves, I hope that person doesn't ignore the current affairs and bump into my muzzle."

When he left the Poison Dragon Pool, someone passed by, and he suddenly exclaimed: "It's Xiao Chengfeng, a disciple of the Daomen, one of the twelve heroes, it seems that the dragon blood grass under the Poison Dragon Pool has been obtained by him." ”

"The poisonous dragon is one of the seven overlords of the Tianling Mountain Range, and his strength is extremely strong, even the three Lingtai monks may not be able to take it, but I didn't expect him to kill the poisonous dragon in such a short period of time single-handedly, this person's strength is becoming more and more terrifying."

"Let's go, since he has been here before, then the opportunity here has also been taken away."

On the Flame Mountain, Yan Qingchuan took down the Flowing Fire Lingzhi, which was a medium-grade fire-based elixir, and for the Burning True Sect, it was comparable to the main material of the Lingtai Solid Base Liquid.

Taking a deep breath, he smiled and said, "Fortunately, I practice the fire system exercises, and I am invincible in the volcano, otherwise if I want to kill the Fire Yan Snake King, I don't know how much I will have to pay." ”

A spirit rune flew in, and he crushed it.

In the next second, his expression was cold, and the sharp killing machine made the magma in the crater cool down.

"The evil cultivator actually mixed into the Heavenly Spirit Mountain Range, are those people really eating dry food?"

He jumped up from the crater and walked down the volcano.

"Heh, the evil cultivator Wang Ling, this seat will definitely kill you."

Somewhere under the flower-picking forest, peach blossoms fall in waves, forming a peach rain, covering the ground, like a pink carpet.

A jade hand gently took a piece of peach blossom, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and a faint smile appeared on the face of the country and the people.

"Tongtian Tao is ahead, I hope that evil cultivator Wang Ling will not kill himself."

Under the smile, this coldness is hidden.

This person is one of the candidate saints of Yaochi, the only woman among the twelve heroes, Nangong Feiyu.

It is rumored that his Shaking Light Dao Method has been cultivated to a small extent, and among the twelve heroes, his combat power can be ranked in the top five.

She walked forward step by step, obviously without any momentum, like an ordinary woman.

But in the dark, countless demon beasts prostrate, lowered their heads, and did not dare to make a sound.

Even the demon beast guarding Tongtian Peach was retreating step by step, and finally fled directly without any intention of fighting.

At the entrance of the endless desert, Wu Wushu stopped Dugu Xiaolang.

Of these two people, one is the leader of the True Martial Arts Palace, and the other is the first person among the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect.

The invisible aura emanated from Wu Wu's body, the desert was windless, but the wild sand slowly rolled up, forming a huge sandstorm.

Dugu Xiaolang looked at Wu Wushu with a headache, and muttered in his heart: This guy is really a battle maniac, everyone else is competing for opportunities, and he thinks about challenging other heroes all day long.

Wu Wu's invincible fist erupted with terrifying power, and the moment he raised his hand, it caused a roar in the air.

His physical strength is so strong that no one of the twelve heroes can beat him in close combat.

"Dugu Xiaolang, come to fight, let me see if your Dugu Nine Swords are powerful, or if my invincible fist is stronger!"

With a loud shout, the wild sand was shaken away, and the ground sand and gravel were shaking slightly.

Looking at this scene, Dugu Xiaolang raised his eyebrows, and he was secretly shocked in his heart, what a perverted physical power!

He didn't have time to fight with this martial artist, and there were so many heavenly treasures waiting to be harvested by himself.

His eyes rolled, and Dugu Xiaolang shook his head while pretending to be a master.

"I don't think you're qualified to let me use the sword."

As soon as these words came out, Wu Wushu's eyes immediately burst into flames, and the atmosphere above the desert was suppressed.

Then, Dugu Xiaolang pretended to think for a while, and said foolishly: "However, if you can defeat the evil cultivator Wang Ling, who has been in the limelight recently, then I will recognize your strength and fight with you." ”

When Wu Wushu heard this, his anger dissipated slightly.

Then, Dugu Xiaolang turned around without looking back and walked into the distance.

Seeing his unwarlike appearance, Wu Wushu frowned, and then shouted, "Can you talk about it?" ”

Dugu Xiaolang's unfathomable voice came: "Nature is true." ”

When Wu Wushu heard this, he was completely relieved, and with his eyes full of fighting intent, he turned around and left.

After he left, Dugu Xiaolang slowly let go of his hand, and his palms were covered with sweat.

He said with a weak heart: "It's so dangerous, fortunately, this stupid big man is easy to fool, I really fight him, my chances of winning are not high, it's nothing to win, and if you lose, you will lose face." ”

"Ahem, let's go find the treasure of heaven and earth to improve our strength, lest the next time I meet this guy, I will really lose."

Within a valley, Immortal Sect Yingjie Hu Changshou held dozens of spatial rings in his hands.

Not far away, there was a group of disciples of first-class forces, they were covered in bruises, and the injuries were not light.

Hu Changshou took out the elixir in these spatial rings, and then threw them back to these people.

He looked at them disdainfully and turned away.

At this time, an angry scolding voice came from behind him: "Changshengmen, you know that bullying us weak people is just bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, and you have the ability to deal with that evil cultivator Wang Ling!" I don't think you have the guts. ”

When Hu Changshou heard this, his face was a little gloomy, and he turned to look at the person who was leaving.

A dark blue flower floated out, devouring the vitality of the disciple who had just spoken.

Looking at the other first-class power disciples with pale faces, he said indifferently: "Wang Ling, I will kill, but if you dare to insult the Immortal Sect, die." ”

The others shuddered, not daring to say a word more.

But he scolded in his heart, this Hu Changshou is more evil than evil cultivation, at least that Wang Ling only grabbed things, not killed people.

On the shore of a waterhole that is about to dry up, a monk wearing a robe, holding a Zen staff in his right hand and a bowl in his left hand, gently holds a bowl of water.

Looking at the water in the bowl, and at the bottom of the pool, he sighed.

"Over the years, the water of the mirror has become more and more scarce, and for my Buddhist enlighteners, I am afraid it will be a catastrophe."

The six roots are impure and can't wash away the mortal dust, how can we truly cultivate Buddhism?

Not far away, a disciple of the Dilan Sect ran over.

"Master Mingwu, the Heavenly Spirit Mountain Range has entered the dirty thing."

Master Mingwu's face was still flat, unmoved by anything.

"The old man already knows, don't worry, I will take action and kill such demons."

When the disciple heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and he did not doubt Master Mingwu's words.

He was very confident in this enlightened mage, and among the twelve heroes, his strength could be in the top three.

Perhaps except for the Chu Shenhe who didn't come, no one could defeat Master Mingwu.

At the Snow Mountain Pass, Cheng Xiaochen was stopped by a young man in Tsing Yi, who was holding a dog's tail grass in his mouth, looking very dragging.

He looked at Cheng Xiaochen's disgraced appearance, spit out the dog's tail grass, and sneered: "Tut, Cheng Xiaochen, you have really lost the face of our twelve heroes, otherwise, you will withdraw from the list of the twelve heroes, so as not to affect us." ”