If you knew in advance that this was the Chinese Sensitive, this was a disciple sent by the illusory Mu Feng, they were definitely the strongest among the inner disciples, and they could even be led by the inherited disciples!

Su Qin never spoke, nor did he look at it coldly.

He looked closely, and the thirty or so base monks in front of him were dressed differently and did not have any identification, all of which were obviously scattered repairs.

What was it that brought this group of scattered repair jobs together and robbed the spiritual ore here?

Since there was only one gray-robed monk in front of him, he was worried that he was not qualified enough.

Although the foundation is strong in the late stage, the others can't follow him on adventures, so they offend the illusory mountain.

Guan Jinqiang said calmly: "Your Taoist friends, we have summoned the sect, and my monk will arrive soon." ”

"Oh, you were already a bunch of dead people then. ”

Before the imprisonment was over, he was interrupted by the gray-robed monk.

The gray-robed monk smiled: "You ethereal monks have arrived, and we have already left." ”

"Hah!"

The monks who were building the base around them burst out laughing.

The gray-robed monk stared at Guan Jin's face, his eyes shining strangely, and asked with a smile, "This Taoist friend, isn't there anything wrong with you?"

Su Qin looked at it, only to see that Guan Jin's cheeks had dried up with the naked eye, and wrinkles appeared, as if for a moment, the blood was pulled away by an invisible external force in his body!

"Ahh

Guan Jin roared, desperately bursting with spiritual power, but he couldn't stop this strange situation.

Guan Jin turned his head and looked at Su Qin. His eyes were filled with panic and fear, and his pupils turned gray.

This scene is exactly the same as the death of a mortal in Linfeng City!

"Huh!"

Kanjin stretched out his arm, as if thinking about something, but there was a strange sound deep in his throat.

The fat man was startled and subconsciously took a half step back.

No one shot Guan Jin at all, but in the blink of an eye, Guan Jin became like this, and it was obviously becoming more and more unlucky.

What an evil door!

The fat man felt a chill on his back and was out of breath, calming the vibrations of his heart.

Su Qin frowned slightly.

He looked closely, and a little green spot appeared faintly on the skin that was locked in his palm, exuding an evil smell.

And in Maple City, Guan Jin's palm has already touched more Rao's body.

If that's the case, it will cause a basic monk to fall, and so on, it's really creepy!

If you're a little careless, you might get hit by an action

A group of surrounding monks who were building the foundation watched the scene in their spare time, as if they had expected this outcome.

Although his cold appearance was cold, seeing Guan Jin's helpless eyes, his heart surged and he couldn't bear it for a while, so he took out some pills from the storage bag and fed Guan Jin.

She also didn't know what Guan Jin was like now.

But after all, he is the same brother, and he can't die without saving him.

Just as Cold and Soft was about to stand up, the arm was suddenly pulled over and pulled her back.

"Don't go!"

Su Qin's voice sounded in her ears.

Bang, Guan Jin fell to the ground, out of breath.

Stay calm and stay where you are.

A green ball of light floated out of Guan Jin's body and flew into the entrance of the spirit mine.

Su Qin's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he thought, "There should be someone in the depths of the spiritual mine, this talent is the killer of the tragedy in Maple City!"

"Hey!"

The gray-robed monk smiled strangely, "Yo, I feel sorry for Jade. "Beauty, if this boy hadn't helped you, you would have died right now. “

This cold, soft heart was frightened.

Although her cultivation realm was higher than Su Qin's, she had never experienced any life-and-death experience, and she couldn't help but lose her square inch after witnessing the tragic death of her two brothers.

Realizing this, he looked at Su Qin coldly.

The gray-robed monk touched his chin: "Great, it would be a pity if such a beautiful beauty died." "Oops, there's not a warm maid under the table. I think you look good. “

"Hah!"

A group of monks building foundations cheered and laughed beside him.

Wow!

At this moment, a gust of wind came from the mouth of the Spirit Mine, and a large group of blood-eyed crows swarmed like locusts across the border, flickering in the air, hanging above the heads of the crowd.

Seeing that his head was numb, the fat man swallowed his saliva and asked in a low voice, "Big brother, what should I do?"

Leng Soft also looked at Su Qinmo.

At this time, the two of them subconsciously regarded Su Qinmo as the backbone of their souls, and even forgot that their cultivation realm was even higher than Su Qinmo.

"I can't help it"

Su Qinmo shook his head and said softly: "You can only kill it all." ”

Cold, soft, fat in front of him dim.

The cold heart sighed: "On the other side are all foundation monks, in addition to the nine foundation buildings, there is also a foundation building, Su Qin is just a gas practitioner, what can he do?"

Whether it was a cold or fat man, they thought that Su Qin was dead, so casually.

Biting his red lip coldly and gently, he whispered, "After a while, I will block as many people as possible with symbols." You pick up the crane and find a chance to kill it!"

The crane looked at the bloody crow in the air, singing and waving its wings, ready to attack at any moment.

The strength of these blood-eyed crows is not very strong, but they are very numerous, and once they entangle the crane, their power cannot swing out.

And the spiritual tiger is on the ground, and he can't help it.

At this time, Su Qin suddenly walked out of the storage bag, and suddenly walked out of the blood crystal bow, archery, and strings, and the whole action seemed to have been practiced countless times, like flowing water.

Three sharp arrows shot at the crowd and pierced the front of the body in the blink of an eye.

The more than 30 monks around the base all had some fun ideas, and most of their attention was focused on the cold softness and small amount of fat of the two monks who built the base. How can they expect a gas practitioner to dare to do this first?

I didn't mean to.

These three arrows pierced the throats of the three early monks, who built the foundation, and shed a mouthful of blood!

The three men were so confused that at the last moment, they couldn't believe that they had died under the bow and arrow of a gas practitioner.

"It's him!"

In the crowd, someone shouted.

Before the Sensitive Cave, Su Qin shot two people with a bow and arrow, and the monks of these foundations recognized them at every opportunity.

Pounce, pounce, pounce!

While more than 30 base monks sacrificed their flying swords, the spiritual light continued to flicker, and the sword inspiration responded.

Su Qin took a drink: "Don't stand still!"

The cold and soft fat man hurriedly sacrificed the flying sword and symbol, sprinkled in the surrounding crowd, the light symbol burst, all kinds of spiritual collisions, and roared everywhere!

"Tweet!"

The crane screamed, flew through the air, rushed high into the air of the blood-eyed crow, and began to fight.

The fat man shouted loudly and rushed to a junior monk with a large axe, trying to kill him on the spot with the force of hand-to-hand combat.

However, there were a large number of people opposite, and the throwing knives continued to intercept and attack, and the fat man could not approach at all, and in the blink of an eye, he would fall into a siege and barely resist.

The gray-robed monk remained motionless, put his hands on his back, and stood outside and watched coldly.

There is no suspense in this battle. He didn't have to.

On the other hand, Su Qin had already put away the blood bow.

While bows and arrows are beneficial, it is difficult to establish merit when the basic monks are on alert.

Six throwing knives hung on his chest and sped through the air, leaving sword marks.

Buzz!

The lights of a huge hexagonal pattern shine brightly and dazzle!

As soon as Su Qin fired, he sacrificed his sword formation!

In the current situation, it is useless to use these three talents.

"Sword Formation"

As soon as the gray monk's face changed, his eyes flashed with some strange colors, and he muttered, "Is this cultivator actually a sword master?"

One of Jiji's early monks kept an eye on Su Qin, secretly sacrificing his flying sword and stabbing it on Su Qin's head.

As soon as he saw the flying sword, he would stab Su Qin's head, but the latter dodged from an unfamiliar place, and his body was dexterous and light.

"Huh?"

As soon as this Rao's face changed, he was about to turn around and continue to pursue Su Qin. A huge hexagonal star sword suddenly fell and ran face to face!

Thump!

Blood flashed.

The man was split in half by the sword.

This basic monk has a set of methods, but he didn't use it, a cover, and was cut by Su Qin under the knife array!?

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

The sword erupts, helping the fat man to open many flying swords and save them.

Just a little while, the fat man already had additional wounds.

"It's okay, I'm thick, big brother. Heart. Don't worry about me. The fat man didn't look back, shouted, and continued to rush over to kill.

Leng Rou did show the strength of a large number of disciples, although he did not cultivate the secret art of the sect, there were many symbols, and he resisted the siege of the nine monks in the middle of the Jiji period!

Of course, these nine people obviously did not make full use of their powers, and only had a cat-and-mouse mentality, fighting with swords while stimulating cold tenderness with swear words.

Calm and indifferent, there is no danger for the time being.

On the other hand, in the early days of the construction of the house, more than a dozen monks turned their attention to Su Qin and besieged them with all their might, using their swords to break through the air and blow up the spirit.

No matter how powerful the sword array was, it couldn't resist the power of so many monks who were building foundations. In the blink of an eye, it had collapsed.

“!“

One of the main monks smiled, "I want to see when you gas monks can do it!"

"Huh!"

The man laughed, and suddenly burst out of the dark shadows, biting his throat, blood spurting out.

However, it was this spiritual tiger that waited for the opportunity to kill and lead to the life of a monk in the early days of the construction of the house.

Although the Spirit Tiger is only a spirit animal, it is also fierce and unlucky if the basic monk is close to him.

That's why the Butterfly Moon had a confrontation with Su Qin, a demon practitioner who was most likely to cross the line and kill their opponents.

"Beast, you dare to go crazy too!"

A few basic monks scolded, blew up the spirit, and the surrounding aura rolled and surged, slamming the tiger soul.

The power of spiritual magic, with the power of the spiritual tiger is irresistible.

Su Qin squinted his eyes, avoided the stabbing of a few flying knives, threw out the sword formation, and then arrived first, blocking in front of the elven tiger and intercepting several elves.

Bang!

There was a loud bang.

Mentally broken, Su Qin's sword formation was ultimately unable to support, no matter how difficult it was to condense and form.

Six flying swords were scattered on the ground, dimly lit.

The clever tiger took this opportunity to sneak behind Su Qin, staring at a pair of tiger eyes, maliciously looking at the opposite side of a dozen base monks.

"Child, your aura has dried up!" a monk who had just become a monk sneered.

Due to the war between the two sides, although the time was very short, Su Qin resisted too many flying swords, and the consumption of spiritual energy was very intense, and there was really not much left at this time.

"I know how arrogant you are, die for me!"

A basic monk squeezed his hand, pointed at Su Qinmo in the distance, a fist-sized fireball shrunk into a ball, and rushed out, still in mid-air, the air was burned and cracked.

Su Qinmo's eyes lit up, and he suddenly stretched out his palm and caught it on the fireball head.

"Dead!"

A self-cultivation monk couldn't help but secretly laugh when he saw Su Qin daring to resist the spirit with his bare hands.

Su Qinmo slowly urged the blood, but a thunderous roar flashed in his palm, dense and numb.

"Huh?"

"What's that?"

"The power of lightning!"

Many of the Foundation's monks and students cheered.