"Then why do I have to participate in the bereaved family test?" Bu Li asked rhetorically, and his keen thoughts gave way to Bu Li's direct grasp of the key point. Since the "bereaved family test" is just a trap, why should you go for it?

"The truly powerful soul magic techniques are all in the inner doors of the various sects, and I can't steal them out. What Hu Wu said was very simple.

"Didn't you say those three pages were the most powerful?"

"Aren't you unable to learn it? It might make sense to try other exercises. Anyway, I don't understand, his old man is recuperating, and he has been idle all these years, so it's always right to go and see. Hu Wu's words were a bit irresponsible, and he walked perfunctorily.

Bu Li said in his heart, go and see? I want to participate in the "Survivor's Test"? I have to pin my head to my belt and fight to death? This reason is too far-fetched.

"Which supreme powerhouse is not trained between life and death? Without the torment between life and death again and again, even no matter how talented a person is, he cannot reach the sky in one step. Hu Wu said as a matter of course.

Thinking of the expectant eyes of the patriarchs of the Xishan Divine Relic Hundred Clans under the Tianci Stage, he walked away from a trance. After looking forward to working hard for so long, is it true that fate has already been predestined? There has never been the word fairness in the world, and I have left the road of knowledge. But thinking of the expectation of the Xishan Divine Relic Hundred Clans, thinking that Yang Cancan would not give up on the Tianci Platform no matter what, and would rather destroy his cultivation than win, thinking that Yang Ye, the patriarch of the Dishi Clan, turned around coldly and left, it was not a taste in his heart.

Although he didn't want to see the Bai Ling Clan, but he went to hate the Mountain Sect, the Bai Ling Clan walked out of the West Mountain, was scattered, and sold into slavery, but he couldn't bear to see this kind of thing.

"Alright, now let's take a look at your opponent. Hu Wu looked at Bu Li's expression and said with a smile. The smile was faint, a little mocking, but more of a sentimentality, or self-deprecation. This is the rule between heaven and earth, who can change it? Maybe he is an old man. Immediately, Hu Wu denied his idea in his heart, not even his old man, no one could do it. This is a cruel and indifferent world, which can do whatever it takes to survive.

Step away from changing your state of mind and suppressing your inner thoughts. In the past, Buli often ridiculed Cai Xiaoxian for being literary and artistic again, but this time it was Buli literary and artistic. Maybe it's called sadness? Maybe it's because Yang Cancan is fierce and uncasting, and he doesn't leave a way to retreat? Maybe it's because of the ruthlessness of the various sects and factions in the Soul Lan Continent?

If you can't say it, then don't say it. Bu Li watched intently at the rotation of the soul technique between Hu Wu's fingers, and a mirage appeared in front of Bu Li's eyes, and the opponents he was about to face in the Divine Relic Mountain Range were analyzed by Hu Wu one by one. Those who have names on the list, what kind of tattoos they use, what they are good at, and even their personalities and weaknesses are all narrated in Hu Wu's mouth, as if it is as easy as looking at the tattoos.

Bu Li listened carefully, not missing a word. After hearing two sentences, Cai Xiaoxian felt that his eyelids were fighting, and he climbed two steps and curled up in Bu Li's arms and fell asleep. Seeing that the killing machine disappeared, the black bear did not move out of the tent, but lay directly on the ground, and soon fell asleep.

Outside the West Mountain, the top of the Hate Mountain.

Luo Qingquan, the sect leader of the Hate Mountain Sect who controlled the Thousand Miles of Relic Clan in the northwest of Xishan, was a majestic man, around fifty years old, extremely well maintained, and looked like he was thirty-three or four years old. Three locks of long hair floated on his chest, thin lips, a somewhat collapsed nose bridge, and two eyes were not big. Two thick eyebrows lie horizontally, many years of command, life and death, not angry and self-authoritative temperament is very strong.

How many of the remnants of the Qianli West Mountain managed by the Hate Mountain Sect wanted to go out of the West Mountain for a hundred miles every year and were killed by the Hate Mountain Sect? Luo Qingquan is also known as King Luo Yan, and those white hands can't be washed away in the eyes of the remnants of Xishan no matter what.

Very few Xishan relics can see Luo Qingquan, the sect master of the Hate Mountain Sect, in this area, it is a one-man existence. Even if it was a disciple of the Hate Mountain Sect, no one had ever dared to disobey Luo Qingquan's words. Grumpy, moody, and killing people is just a daily entertainment in Luo Qingquan's eyes. It is said that Luo Qingquan is already a fifth-order pattern carving powerhouse, with a powerful bloodthirsty brute beast, which is a kind of desolate beast in the extreme north, which is extremely powerful.

But at this moment, Luo Qingquan hunched his waist, a flattering smile piled up on his face, and tried to make a kind and friendly expression. Luo Qingquan is not a good actor, no matter how hard he tries to flatter and greet, it always seems a little unnatural.

But no one paid attention to this unnaturalness, and the girl sitting on the soft couch lazily used two fingers to pick up a Qinglan fruit that was a specialty of Xishan, and behaved elegantly, although there was no one in her eyes, it was not annoying, but she felt that all this was as it should be.

"Young master, in this bereaved family test, there are no particularly outstanding characters on our side. Luo Qingquan was a little weak and whispered.

"Oh, how did I hear that the person you chose called the Di Shi clan was defeated by a tattooed hunter without even moving the tattooed beast?" The girl looked like she was fifteen or sixteen years old, her eyebrows were green and unreceding, and her words were clear and pleasant. But the implicit meaning in the words made Luo Qingquan sweat like rain on his back in an instant, and he penetrated his shirt.

"Later...... Later, I still used it. Luo Qingquan's voice was so small that only he could hear it.

"Have you lived in Xishan for a long time, thinking that you are the king of heaven? What kind of thing is just a fool?" The girl smiled, leaned lazily on the soft couch, and said: "I don't want to pursue you anything, the mirage I saw in the door is somewhat unclear, obviously you have done something." Go, take out the most complete mirage and I'll see it. This time the old man was very unhappy, if it weren't for the fact that you had given money to those old guys as if you had lost your life all these years, they would still be righteous and help you say a few good words, and it is estimated that it was not me who came but Luo who killed him. ”

As soon as the two words Luo Kill were spoken, the entire inner gate of the Hate Mountain Sect seemed to have just been baptized by a blizzard. Quiet, dead quiet. Luo Kill, the number one killer of the Bamboo Union Gang, one of the five major sects in the Soul Lan Continent, is fond of torture and killing, and it is rumored that Luo Kill has made a move, and no one can die within three days. It is said that the eldest person is eighteen years old, with his limbs, eyes, mouth and tongue cut off, soaked in a dung bucket, and is still alive. Whenever there is someone who makes the old man of the Bamboo Union Gang hate, he will send Luo to kill and kill.

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