If you don't agree with each other, you will challenge or even draw your sword to face each other, this kind of thing is not common in the cultivation world, the cultivators of the Snow Peak Sword Sect are good at this, first, their beauty is enough to attract the crazy bee wave butterfly who doesn't know what to do, and those who can fight the sword to enter the world are the elite disciples in the Snow Peak Sword Sect, and the combat effectiveness is by no means general, and the sect behind them is famous for protecting their shortcomings and being unreasonable, and everyone carries a token of communication with the sect in their bags, even if someone succeeds, once the news is leaked, it is possible to be chased and killed by the Snow Peak Sword Sect from the Tianshan Mountains to Liaodong, and because of this, countless sects, no matter how big or small, dare not provoke the disciples of the Snow Peak Sword Sect at willBut there are always people who feel good about themselves who try to try their luck, so blood spattering on the spot often happens.

Bei Ming Xiu is also beautiful, the same cultivation is relatively superb, and he also has a huge background behind him, but now he doesn't agree with each other and says that the target of the challenge is one of the backers behind him, if Ming Dao wants to beat him, he can let go of the beating, just don't kill or cripple.

So Ming Dao felt very incredible in his heart, and laughed loudly: "Find me to fight, this is your purpose." ”

Bei Mingxiu smiled: "Whether there is a reason or not, this one always has to be fought." ”

Ming Dao squinted slightly, his gaze fixed on Yuan Xue's body, and said, "Second Senior Sister told us about her. ”

Yuan Xue's heart froze, and she subconsciously took a step back towards the location of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, this was the first time she had been told the secret that had been hidden in her heart in a casual tone by someone who was not close to her, so she couldn't help but be afraid, even if this person was Mr. Ming Qi of Momei Villa.

Ming Dao waved his hand and said: "I don't have much interest in you, now it is he who is guarding you, how can I ......"

His words suddenly paused, and he looked at Bei Ming Xiu in disbelief, and there was a little more strange light on his face.

"You kid, are you here to catch the strong man this time?"

"The Holy Pavilion is eyeing Xiaoxue, in case the guys from the Holy Pavilion come over, I don't have the power to resist at all. Bei Mingxiu looked innocently at Wei Sheng on the side, spread his hands and said, "Seventh Uncle, Seventh Aunt, the juniors really have no choice but to ask you to help support the scene." ”

Ming Dao really wanted to beat the Northern Meditation Cultivator seriously and rigorously, and what he said was pitiful and weak, but which of the three people, including himself, was an ordinary person, who came all the way over, and he didn't mean to respect the elders at all, and he wanted to pull them to be sandbags and thugs, where is there such a beautiful thing in the world?

Although, that title is very much to his liking.

Bei Mingxiu didn't seem to see the unkind gaze of Ming Dao, and said with a hippie smile: "The two uncles are talented and beautiful, they are a pair made in heaven, when they are newly married, the younger generation makes a little request to be a little happy, isn't it too much?"

Yuan Xue looked at Bei Mingxiu dumbfounded, she didn't expect that Bei Mingxiu would be such a scoundrel in front of the predecessors of Momei Villa, but what she didn't know was that even if it was Long Yao in front of him, he could put on this scoundrel appearance, Shang Yunjian used to be such a person, the so-called upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, that's the case.

Yutai Yimeng's face was calm, as if she hadn't seen anything, but her eyes were already telling Yuan Xue: It's good to get used to it.

At the beginning, under the Momei Villa, when this guy joined forces with Ming Dao, he was also like this.

......

"Do you think your request is too much?" Ming Dao asked rhetorically, "We have only just gotten married, so it's okay to disturb our two-person world, and you still want us to contribute at this time, isn't it too much?"

Speaking of scoundrels, when he followed Shang Yunjian, there was no such person in the world as Bei Ming Xiu, and the North Ming Cultivator wanted to play a scoundrel in front of him, it was like an axe, as an old man, he didn't want to compete with the North Ming Xiu in front of Wei Sheng, this kid seemed to be a little white face, but his face was unusually thick, but he had a simpler way to deal with the Northern Ming Cultivator.

Put something to the side.

Let him know it and reason with emotion, or stalk him, or move out of the big things like Long Yao in Shangyunjian, as long as he ignores them all, the world will still be clean and peaceful.

That's what Long Yao did when he first met Shang Yunjian. This is the easiest and most effective way to do it.

Ming Dao also planned to follow the example of Long Yao, who still insisted on cultivating a pure mind back then, and regarded all the words of the Northern Meditation Cultivation as a breeze in his ears, but the next sentence of the Northern Meditation Cultivation directly disrupted all his thoughts.

"Senior aunt, sitting all year round is not conducive to cultivation, and it is also a good thing to come out and walk around. ”

This sincere sentence made Ming Dao no longer able to stay out of the matter, he could ignore the Northern Meditation Cultivation, but Wei Sheng moved, where could he still not move?

For the little guy of Wu'an Sword Peak, she has always been very spoiled, almost responding, this is the first time that the Northern Meditation has asked her, and to be honest, it is not too much, Ming Dao knows that they may not be able to continue to live a beautiful world of two people here.

Without any surprises, Wei Sheng nodded with a smile and turned his gaze to Ming Dao.

Ming Dao didn't want to go, but he couldn't refuse.

In the past, she was his little sister, and he couldn't refuse any of her requests, but now she is the love of his life, where is there any reason to refuse.

Although the Northern Meditation Cultivator is not very authentic, there is a sentence that is still good, after he and Wei Sheng recovered from their injuries, they devoted themselves to cultivation in the ink world that they opened up, although they had already cultivated to the ninth order, after all, they lacked some tempering.

He is not a genius like the senior brother or the second senior sister, nor is he a wise man like the ancestor who knows everything in the world, he is just an ordinary man who has some chances, maybe he will have some good gains by following these juniors who are big and popular.

There are only three months left before the time limit arranged by Long Yao for him, and when Long Yao snoops on the Nine Heavens with his divine thoughts, he doesn't have the face to look at him at all, if he can kill a few Saint Pavilion powerhouses with a sword along the way, even if he still hasn't broken through the realm, it will be a pleasure, at least when he is reprimanded, it will not be so unpleasant.

Wei Sheng has already agreed, and he will naturally agree.

But the Northern Meditation Cultivation made him feel a little unhappy.

He could take the initiative to agree to go with the Northern Meditation Cultivators, but he was not happy to be forced to go like this.

Although Ming Dao is the personal disciple of the former owner of Momei Villa, Mr. Ming Qi, who is ranked seventh, his sword cultivation is all from Shang Yunjian, and his style of acting is very similar to Shang Yunjian.

Shang Yunjian would never do something he was not happy with, unless there were some things he had to agree to, and he found a reason to convince himself, such as cleaning the Shoreless Sword Peak once a month, or the battle with the Northern Hells Zhou that shocked the world after the collapse of the Boundless Sword Sea.

He was the same.

He needed a reason to convince himself.

So he stood up, smiled and hugged Wei Sheng and whispered a few words, and the latter nodded in agreement after a brief thought.

With Wei Sheng's approval, Ming Dao's eyes lit up, and when he turned around to the north to meditate and the others, his spirit and spirit had already climbed to the peak.

If he used to sit there as a pool of clear lake, now he is a rushing river.

Yutai Yimeng squinted slightly, unable to meet Ming Dao's gaze directly. As the only one in the world, Nian Jian is the strongest among the four people, and her perception is much clearer than the other three.

In Ming Dao's eyes, there were turbulent waves, and there was even more monstrous war intent.

There was no vigilance or surprise on Bei Mingxiu's face, only a kind of joy that he had gotten what he wanted: "Uncle Mingqi, are you willing to make a move?"

"Sheng'er has agreed, can I still agree?" Ming Dao grinned, "I said that it was a fight, but if you kid commits a crime, I won't keep my hands on this one." ”

Bei Mingxiu laughed and said, "I can't ask for it. ”

Ming Dao nodded with satisfaction, such a Northern Meditation Cultivator has a bit of the heroic posture that a sword cultivator should have.

He waved his hand heroically and said to Wei Sheng: "Sheng'er, form a formation, today I will teach this disrespectful boy a lesson." ”

Wei Sheng smiled and stepped back, an ink pen emerged from her hand, and between the strokes of the pen, there were countless strokes in the large space where there was originally only one ink circle, and after a while, this already hidden space was completely hidden under the Heavenly Dao.

"The ability of the ink array to cover the heavens can last for a stick of incense. ”

Ming Dao stretched out his hand, and the spiritual ink turned into thousands of stars, condensing in front of and behind him.

Every ink star is an ink sword, hidden and restrained, not astigmatized.

This is his latest realization after the battle of the Acropolis, and this time it will be shown before these four juniors.

He stretched out his hand to pick up a star, and the sword qi in the ink came out horizontally, and the ink on the ink circle was scattered.

The ink sword was born in the palm of his hand, and Ming Dao laughed loudly, and the laughter shook the ink array.

"Don't say I'm bullying juniors, let's go up with the four of you. ”