Can it fly without feathers? Hey, no, this little fire crow can now control some of the fire spiritual power. Lu Xiaotian was stunned at first, and soon discovered the little fire crow's new ability, in the past, this little guy had no other advantages except for being able to eat and make noise. Now it can control the fire spiritual power to form a whirlpool of air around its body, supporting its body.

That's a lot of progress. Lu Xiaotian raised his hand and made a move, and he was going to roast the whole body black by the spiritual fire, and a small fire crow that did not take it was put into the spirit beast bag. How do you know that at this time, two strong winds are coming from behind. One left and one right, trying to force him to give up and put away the little fire crow.

The smile on Lu Xiaotian's face did not decrease, Cheng Dexiang and his party had already discovered that he could let the other party get close to such a close distance, Lu Xiaotian was naturally not unprepared. Lu Xiaotian didn't reply, he waved his hand, and a huge pale blood-colored eagle wing appeared out of thin air in the air, the eagle wing recovered, as if it wanted to protect Lu Xiaotian's whole person in it, and a huge round black lock behind him, and a blue treasure knife slammed on the eagle wings left and right.

With a thud, the eagle's wings crumbled. The azure blue sword and the round black lock broke into the wings, and in the pale blood light and shadow, it turned out that the person was no longer in place, and the round black lock and the azure blue sword were all in the air.

"The tenth-order body cultivation, but the exercises practiced are somewhat similar to those of the demon clan. Zhao Dexiang and Meng Rujun, who made the shot, shrank their upper pupils. The man they met in front of them was a little different from the opponent they had met before.

"Are you a human or a demon?" It was not Zhao Dexiang and Meng Rujun's clumsy eyes, but Lu Xiaotian's move, and a wild aura was closer to the demon. This is also Lu Xiaotian's use of the Soul Devouring Dafa to devour too many demon beast spirits. Back then, when he hunted demon beasts in the sea outside Danwang City, he didn't absorb some of the essence of the sea eagle. In addition, in order to exert the Devouring Dafa to a more powerful level, Lu Xiaotian has collected countless exercises similar to demon beasts over the years. When it was cast, it was like a demon, and when they met for the first time, it was in this sea of fire, and the breath was already a little distorted. Zhao Dexiang and Meng Rujun couldn't tell each other at first glance, which is not surprising.

"After decades of separation, the two of you can't even recognize me?" In a flash, Lu Xiaotian appeared dozens of feet away from the attack of the two psychic magic weapons, holding a small fire crow with a black body and no hair left in one hand, and looked at Zhao Dexiang and the two of them for a long time.

"It's you!" Zhao Dexiang and Meng Rujun saw Lu Xiaotian's appearance clearly at this time, and their faces were suddenly full of horror. Neither of them is a person who is looking forward to it, and the scene decades ago, several people walked on the edge of life and death, the past is vivid, and it is still shocking, how can they forget.

Back then, the Xuanwei Ghost King pursued this kid who was only in the Jindan period all the way, this kid was cornered and was rejected by the Harmless City, and they wanted to join forces to get a piece of the pie from this kid, after all, the Jindan monk who could alarm a ghost king to pursue at any cost must have some great treasures on his body. It's just that later this kid was desperate and ran away to the Lake of No Injury. And from the teleportation array at the bottom of the harmless lake, he entered a mysterious secret realm, and the Xuan Nightmare Ghost King and six or seven of their Yuan Infant Monks also entered one after another.

I saw the most terrible scene of my life. A flying sword wrapped in a transparent light shield swept across the ghost kings of the late realm, as well as six or seven of their Yuanying monks, even the Xuan Nightmare Ghost King was also seriously injured, and these people were not the enemies of the flying sword. Wherever the flying sword passed, it was either dead or wounded.

The crowd fled from the dangerous place in great fear, and the silver-haired monk never reappeared. Decades have passed, and the terrifying scene of that year has gradually become dusty, how do you know that at this time, you will see this silver-haired Jindan monk again, and the other party has become a Yuanying-level powerhouse whose means are not inferior to them, and with a wave of his hand, he blocked the joint attack of the two of them.

"Hurtless Lake hurriedly said goodbye, the two of them are fine. Lu Xiaotian looked at the two of them with bad taste, looking at the expressions of the two, I am afraid that it will not be much better, the horror of the ethereal sword fetus, not to mention Zhao Dexiang and Meng Rujun, it is Lu Xiaotian who thinks back, the sword fetus left by the Ethereal Venerable is now difficult to reach the opponent who fights with him, even if it is Xiang Mad enough.

"What's well, boy, how did you appear here, have you already taken the treasure in this sea of fire, and what do you have in your hand?" Makino Changshui's eyes widened, and he didn't have the patience to listen to this cold reminiscence, and asked directly.

"Are you asking me?" Lu Xiaotian glanced at Makino Changshui. This is just a little girl who has just married a baby, and there is no big difference between him and Li compared to the monks in the late Jindan period.

"Nonsense!"

"Little sister, silence. Fang Ling stopped Muye Changshui in a low voice at this time, bowed down and saluted Lu Xiaotian and said, "After many years, I didn't expect to see Mr. Dongfang here, didn't Mr. Dongfang go to Xiangdu, how could he come to a remote place like Hongye Prefecture?"

"Mr. Dongfang, you, are you the alchemy master?"

Makino Changshui suddenly covered his mouth, back then in Feiliu City, the nail that his brother Makino Changting touched made him unforgettable. It's just that at that time, Lu Xiaotian took Yi Xingdan, and he changed his head, and even his temperament was very different from now. Over the years, Makino Changshui has been busy breaking through to the Yuan Infant Period, sweeping and retreating. Naturally, I don't know so much about what is happening in the outside world.

It's just that Makino Changshui doesn't know, but Fang Ling is a deacon with a high status as a cloud cliff auction house. plus some ties between Zhu Qingquan and Lu Xiaotian. Fang Ling knew more than ordinary people.

"Alchemy Grandmaster?" Zhao Dexiang and Fang Rujun were shocked, they didn't expect that the silver-haired monk in front of them had another identity, even Fang Ling of the Cloud Cliff Auction House had to respectfully call him Mr. Dongfang, this person's identity and status didn't need to be thought about, I was afraid that it was far above Fang Ling. Otherwise, where would Shang Ling be called so?

"I'm a lost spirit bird, and I searched all the way, but I didn't expect to encounter this bizarre fire. As a result, my spirit bird has been burned with all its feathers, but it has become a lot uglier. Lu Xiaotian ignored the little fire crow's protest and directly returned it to the spirit beast bag.

"Why, a few of them came together and attacked me, but what do you think?"

"This, Mr. Dongfang misunderstood, Mr. Dongfang has a noble status, how can we be unreasonable to Mr. Dongfang. Makino Changting hurriedly shook his head and said.

"That's fine, I thought I wanted to join forces to take my spirit bird, if nothing else, I would go first. Lu Xiaotian smiled indifferently and was about to leave first, but Meng Rujun was in front of Lu Xiaotian. A face that was not very beautiful was full of chills at this time.