The long-distance attack has not stopped, and Li Xiaoyi has never been on a dragon boat, and his divine thoughts are scattered around, connecting the divine consciousness of the five squad leaders, and exchanging information.

Because of the closure of the White Bone Mountain, the road was unimpeded, and in about half a month, across several states, the sky above the hidden canyon was full of the smell of cow and sheep dung.

Li Xiaoyi frowned, and the sky near and far was full of giant dragon boats, shrouded in a dense magic circle to prevent the aura from being exposed.

The Kunlun clan gathered and gathered, the queue was neat, and when Murong Yunyan floated down, the Wushi Zhenren greeted him, and beside him, there were several other sects in charge of the six sects.

Not far away, Mu Jianchen was looking this way, and his eyes opened with Li Xiaoyi. The master of the Heavenly Desolate Gate, his eyes were gloomy, and his heart was full of taste and looked at the Kunlun team.

There are no more such disciples in his sect, and the decline of the Heavenly Desolate Sect is doomed, and the reason is all because of that woman and him......

Li Xiaoyi seemed to feel something, looked over there, and saw that it was Jun Hao, the master of the Tianhuang Gate, but he smiled politely, but this etiquette was a peer ceremony.

Jun Hao, who was suddenly angry, turned red, if he put it in any place, he would definitely be able to cut this kid with a thousand knives and break his body into thousands of pieces, but for now, he could only endure it......

The corners of Li Xiaoyi's mouth were hooked, and the smile in his eyes was even stronger, Sun Dabiaozi followed Li Xiaoyi's gaze, quietly pulled the corner of Wang Zheng's sleeve, and moved in that direction with his mouth.

Wang Zheng's heart suddenly changed after reading it, and then he glanced at Chen Yueling, who also frowned, approached Li Xiaoyi and said in a low voice: "The real person in charge of the sect has an order, and we will not let us mess with the people in the near future." ”

Li Xiaoyi sneered, and when he turned around, his eyes narrowed, and he asked very unceremoniously, "Who is in charge?"

This voice is not big, but it is small, the people around him can really hear it, Zhang Youdao reminded stupidly: "It's Murong Zhangjiao, little uncle." ”

Li Xiaoyi glared at Zhang Youdao with a gloomy face: "In the Kunlun team, there can only be one voice, you remember it for me!"

The latter was frightened, and everyone looked at each other, and they didn't dare to take such a big rebellion.

The real people in charge of the sect in the distance got on the dragon boat of the Shushan Sword Sect one after another, and the teams of each sect received the task of guarding the surroundings, including Li Xiaoyi and them, they flew out of the magic circle and cruised out.

Li Xiaoyi did not disperse the members of the team like other sects, but the whole team wandered in the air.

Occasionally, when they met disciples from other sects, the gazes they cast were extremely strange.

Chen Yueling frowned slightly, Sun Biao was the same, he had the heart to remind Li Xiaoyi, but no one dared to speak.

His style of work is maverick at best, arbitrary at worst, and disregard for the overall situation.

But in the Valley of the God of War before, this guy was still enthusiastic and motivating everyone, how did he get to the place, first said something rebellious, and now he is doing incomprehensible behavior.

But Li Xiaoyi is like this, although Chen Yueling is strange in her heart, including Wang Zheng, she is very used to it, he was like this before, and he is still like this.

Flying to a mountain, Li Xiaoyi took people to pause, then sat on the mountain, looked into the distance, the people behind him were still standing, and he said without looking back: "Rest for a while, recuperate your spirits, there will be no such leisurely days in the future." ”

Everyone glanced at each other, and when they sat down helplessly, Sun Biao's five big and three thick bodies came over: "Little uncle, which one are you singing?"

This guy was purely convinced by Li Xiaoyi, and knocked on his head Li Xiaoyi was happy, he was in a particularly good mood today.

This is a feeling that he has never felt before in leading the team of the Ichthyosaurus, and gradually he began to understand why the Ichthyosaurus Clan rejected the Terran so much, and later completely regarded him as a Protoss, ignoring the fact that he was a Terran.

Because of the natural sense of closeness, Li Xiaoyi stood up, and suddenly there was a light flashing in the distance, and there were quite a few people.

At a glance, it turned out to be the team of the Heavenly Desolate Gate, with more than three hundred people, led by an elder at the peak of the True Dan.

"Why don't you wait for a good inspection, what are you doing here?"

Listening to the sound that seemed to be iron sanding paper, it was itchy and unbearable, Li Xiaoyi grinned at the corner of his mouth, and replied with a non-answer: "I remember that the team of Tianhuangmen used to be led by three generations of disciples, when did it change to an elder?"

The elder of the Heavenly Desolate Sect, his eyes were gloomy, and he smiled and said: "As the Kunlun Elder of the six sects of the Dao Sect leads the team, why can't I follow suit as a small sect of the Heavenly Desolate Sect?"

With sharp teeth and sharp mouth, Li Xiaoyi sneered in his heart, and replied with an unchanged face: "Since you know that you are a small sect, when will you take care of the affairs of the children of my big sect?"

The Yin Elder of the Heavenly Desolate Sect narrowed his eyes slightly, and instead of being angry, he smiled: "The big war is imminent, you and I are all right!"

Saying that, he flew away with people again, the disciples of the two sects looked at each other, all of them were angry, Chen Yueling took a step forward and said: "His name is Yin Lu Xing, in recent years, the team of the Heavenly Desolate Sect has been mostly led by him, and the means are good." ”

Recalling that the Wang Likun brothers of the Tianhuang Gate, as well as Fan Shihao, seemed to be destroyed in their own hands, in recent years, the three generations of disciples of the Tianhuang Gate have gradually withered, so that the second-generation elder has come up.

Li Xiaoyi smashed his mouth, the valley over there had already sent a flying sword signal, he waved his hand, the team got up again, and the dragon boat in the valley also rose into the sky.

The hidden magic circle on the hull of the ship was activated, and the dragon boat with no breath became looming until it disappeared, and this time Li Xiaoyi and they also got on the boat.

The valley under the sky, I don't know what magic weapon was used, nearly tens of thousands of cattle and sheep, under the support of Xu Yu, also rose to the sky, like a huge auspicious cloud, leisurely flying in the direction of Fengyang Prefecture.

But the cattle and sheep that had never flown before, the frightened feces and urine flowed together, and the faces of Xu Yu and the disciples who supported them were all green.

Li Xiaoyi stood on top of the dragon boat and laughed secretly, this is really a chore, even if he has lived in the smelly pile since he was a child, it is difficult to adapt, let alone those pampered children of the sect.

He was watching it with relish, and a familiar aroma hit him, and he didn't have to guess who it was.

"The big war is coming, do you still have the leisure to look at the embarrassment of others here?"

"Happy for a while, people are alive, you can't be like you, too tired!"

The person behind him stopped talking, and then stood side by side with Li Xiaoyi, Murong Yunyan's face was calm, and he suddenly sighed: "I want to play the piano." ”

Li Xiaoyi had a wry smile on her face, she used to listen to the piano a lot, and she couldn't say it was good, she could only say that it was very bad.

However, at this moment, Murong Yunyan is no longer the domineering Kunlun master, it seems that he has become his senior sister again.

"I just want to ask, when the big war starts, do you want our Kunlun team to rush to the front?"

Murong Yunyan sighed, his face became solemn again, and he no longer had the posture of a little woman, but regained the identity of Kunlun Sect Leader.

"Elite disciples are the blood of the sect, don't worry, you will only be in the end!"...