"Holy Martial Xuanjing Armor!!"

Ouyang Mingqin recognized Sikong Suqing's spirit armor, she was a little surprised, she didn't expect to see this thing here.

The Holy Martial Xuanjing Armor is a brute weapon, which is refined by the refiners in the Holy Martial Alliance in a unique way, and each scale of the armor is carefully polished with the essence blood of the fierce beast, which is said to be able to use the natural skills of the fierce beast, and the belt around the waist can store the user's spiritual power, which is more convenient than the pill.

At the same time, the defense of this armor is extremely high, and with Sikong Suqing's cultivation, it is difficult for the early Jindan monks to break through, and even in the middle of the Jindan, it is impossible for her to win the opponent in a short time.

Ouyang Wu squinted his eyes and looked the Saint Martial Xuanjing Armor up and down, with a look of greed in his eyes.

He had heard that there were several refiners in the Holy Martial Alliance who were able to create unique treasures, all of which were named "Holy Martial Arts", if he could obtain this armor and dedicate him to Ouyang Qingshan, perhaps his master Ouyang Mingye could get a lot of rewards.

"Hand over the Spirit Armor!" Ouyang Wu said coldly.

Ouyang Minggu showed an inexplicable smile and said, "Since you want the Spirit Armor, I want someone!" Sikong Suqing, it is impossible for Lin Xiuqi to survive, and I will never treat you badly!"

"Minggu! We're here to hunt for treasure, don't make any extraneous branches!"

"What's the big deal about accepting a junior in the Xuanye period as a maid in the room!"

"She's Sikong Longqin's granddaughter!"

"So what? It's just that the Sikong family is separated, and the people of the clan want her to die......! It's not your turn to take care of my business!"

Ouyang Mingqin's face was a little ugly but she didn't have a seizure, her cultivation was higher than the other party, but her combat ability was slightly inferior, there was already a bit of a gap between the refining weapon and the sword cultivation in the family, it was difficult for people to get close to the people on Immortal Island, and the small transfer charm could not be used, if Ouyang Minggu was in trouble, she would be in danger.

Seeing Ouyang Mingqin silent, Ouyang Minggu stared at Sikong Suqing's body unscrupulously.

The best!

The contours of his facial features are flawless, his skin is deceitful and snowy, his figure is concave and convex, and he has a healthy beauty, especially his round and full thighs, which makes him completely unable to take his eyes off.

Sikong Suqing's sassy temperament aroused Ouyang Minggu's desire to conquer, if he could get such a peerless stunner, what was the family's questioning, and it was not impossible to consider killing everyone.

He has his own cards and is confident that he can kill them all, but now is not the time, and it is better to wait until he has something to gain.

"It's up to you, the old man only needs the spirit armor!"

After that, Ouyang Wu made a move.

He was holding a simple cyan spirit sword, the shape was not peculiar, it was similar to the dancing sword used by the old man in the mortal world, but it was such an ordinary sword, and it burst out with great power in Ouyang Wu's hands.

With a sword, a faint blue light gathered into wisps of cyan spiritual mist lingering on the sword body, and his figure disappeared in the green mang, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Sikong Suqing, and the sword in his hand had already stabbed the spirit armor.

"Hmm, Xuanjing Wall! This armor is really extraordinary!"

The other three Jindan monks also had different expressions on their faces, in the previous roundabout, Sikong Suqing had exhausted the number of times of the Xuanjing Wall, but he didn't expect a brute weapon to have this kind of function.

Sikong Suqing's face turned pale, 91% of the injuries were spared, less than one-tenth of the attack power, she was actually injured, how strong is Ouyang Wu!

She didn't have time to think too much, her physical condition didn't allow her to use the Overlord Trick again, and even using the Enlightenment Trick was a little reluctant, so she could only use the moves in the Brute Battle Body to deal with the opponent.

"Minnie!

"Sister, you ......"

"Let's go!"

"Hmph! None of you can leave!"

Ouyang Minggu let out a loud shout, and a sword repelled Sikong Suqing, and Ouyang Wu's second sword hit the other party again.

"Poof!"

Sikong Suqing vomited blood, but she didn't back down at all, she was here to find an opportunity to break through, and fighting against the strong could just stimulate her potential.

Her fighting spirit was even stronger, and she was about to go all out to let the two escape, when there was a sharp pain in her palm, and the spirit needle penetrated her hands, skillfully cutting off a few tendons, and now she didn't even have the strength to clench her fists.

"Uncle Wen Yan, you let them stop! I'll go back with you!"

"Hehe! Gong Jize, I only said that I wouldn't make a move, how could the Taoist friends of the Ouyang family listen to me?"

"You!

"It's your own stupidity! In the face of the strong, do you think you still have room for bargaining?"

Everyone knew that it was impossible for the three of them to escape, not any of them, and they couldn't help laughing when they looked at Gong Jize with a serious expression.

"Even a monk in the early stage of Xuanye dares to negotiate conditions with a strong Jindan person!, his brain is broken!" A monk from the Ouyang family said with a smile.

"Anyone knows that surrendering obediently is the smart way!" a girl from the Gong family echoed.

One of the monks of the Gong family had dealt with Xiao Gong and thought that Xiao Gong was a good person, so he frowned and said: "Gong Jize! Don't resist! You can't win! Apologize to a few seniors, they have a lot of adults, and they must not be counted!"

Xiao Gong glared at the four Jindan monks angrily, tears couldn't help but flow down, but there was no trace of surrender in his eyes, at this time, Sikong Suqing's face was pale and he was unable to fight anymore, and even standing was a little laborious, Minnie stood beside her thoughtfully, not knowing what she was thinking.

Ouyang Minggu opened his mouth and said, "You guys, go catch them, remember not to hurt them...... Don't break the spirit armor either!"

"Yes!"

Several Xuanye monks of the Ouyang family flew towards the three of them with evil smiles on their faces, and Gong Jize stopped in front of Sikong Suqing and shouted loudly, "Stop!"

"Little thing, you want to resist?"

"Childe will definitely not let you go when he comes back!"

"Haha! How could Lin Xiuqi survive, that is a high heavenly cultivator, the top powerhouse in the immortal cultivation world!" Gong Wenyan seemed to have heard a big joke.

The monks of the Gong family laughed one after another, looking at Xiao Gong's eyes as if he was looking at a madman, Gong Wenyan said jokingly: "If Lin Xiuqi can survive, the old man will abandon his cultivation and become a ......."

"Oh, I really haven't seen how Monk Jindan cultivated himself!"

A casual voice appeared, and everyone's hearts were shocked.

"Childe, you're finally here!"

A figure appeared in front of everyone out of thin air, Xiao Gong pounced on Lin Xiuqi, but was stopped by the other party with one hand.

"Wipe your snot first!"

"Hmm!"

Xiao Gong wiped his nose and wanted to say something, but tears flowed down his eyes.

After all, he was only a sixteen-year-old boy, Lin Xiuqi patted the other party's head and said, "Good job!

"Hmm!"

Xiao Gong rarely heard Lin Xiuqi's praise, and cried even more fiercely.

"Xiuqi! You're here!"

Sikong Suqing ignored her injuries and looked at Lin Xiuqi's gaze as gentle as water, and there was no room for others in her eyes.

Lin Xiuqi looked at Sikong Suqing's appearance, his heart ached suddenly, he put a piece of ghost king ginseng into the other party's mouth and said, "It's okay!"

"Well, I know you're going to ......."

"Ghost King Ginseng!!Haha! It's really good luck today!" Gong Wenyan laughed and said: "Lin Xiuqi......!

"Wait!" Ouyang Minggu interrupted: "I heard that Lin Xiuqi has a good spiritual weapon, hand over the spiritual weapon, and then abolish the cultivation!"

"What Brother Minggu said is! Lin Xiuqi! Did you hear it? Don't do it yet!"

Lin Xiuqi glanced back at a few people, and said lightly, "Qingqing, how do you want them to die?"

One sentence caused everyone to be surprised, and Gong Wenyan said angrily: "Lin Xiuqi! You are dying, and you dare to speak wildly! If you admit your mistakes and have a good enough attitude, you can also consider sparing your life, now ......"

"How now?"

"You have only one way to die!"

Lin Xiuqi ignored Gong Wenyan and said calmly: "Qingqing, who hurt you?"

Sikong Suqing looked at Lin Xiuqi's smiling appearance, and a chill arose in her heart, she knew that there was a kind of person who would not yell when she was angry, but would behave normally, but her heart was already full of murderous intent.

"Childe, it was Ouyang Minggu who injured Sister Qing, and he still wants to take Sister Qing away as a maid!"

Lin Xiuqi seemed to hear a joke and couldn't help laughing, he looked at Ouyang Minggu and said, "It's you?"

Ouyang Minggu didn't expect a Xuanye cultivator to be so arrogant, he was so angry that he laughed.

"Lin Xiuqi is, I don't care how talented you are, you remember! In front of Brother Jindan, you are nothing!"

"Roger!"

Before the words fell, Lin Xiuqi's figure disappeared, his speed had reached the limit of the Xuanye Stage, and the speed of the dust-free step could completely compete with the early stage monks of Jindan.

"Arrogance!"

Ouyang Minggu shouted violently, the figure disappeared, only a loud "boom" was heard, and the figures of the two reappeared, and Lin Xiuqi resisted the opponent's sword with his bare hands.

Ouyang Wu's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes, and the others didn't even expect that Lin Xiuqi would be able to be equal to Monk Jindan.

"I'll admit you're good, but you're too conceited!"

"Xiu Qi! Little Mind Needle!"

Sikong Suqing shouted anxiously, Lin Xiuqi just smiled slightly, and said to himself: "One!"

"Poof!"

With a soft sound, Lin Xiuqi's other hand penetrated Ouyang Minggu's body, and with a few soft sounds, seven spirit needles fell to the ground like dead things.

"You, you, how do you ......?"

Ouyang Minggu's eyes were full of horror, only he knew that his golden pill was gone.

"Click!"

Ouyang Minggu heard the most terrifying voice in the world, and before he could vomit out a mouthful of blood, a raging flame actually ignited around his body.