How do you send Fu Lei up?

Hard delivery, of course!

The high platform is there, the pestle is simply three-dimensional, and there are countless pairs of eyes staring at it, Mao Zhenhuang is his head is alive and he really can't think of a second way.

"Remember,, you dare to slap your ass in front of me in the future, you see if I can pump you to death!"

scolded Fu Lei, and without looking back, Mao Zhenhuang stepped directly towards a low platform with few people.

The number on this pedestal is "eighteen"!

Excluding the top 10 pro-legends, this is an eighth-ranked number in the inner door.

There were fifteen people under the blue podium on the ninth apode, and fourteen under the seventh podium, and only this one had the fewest people.

A baker's dozen!

But this is the number of foundation building monks.

staring at the past, there were more people wearing the robes of the Tianqing Sect.

Seven people!

There is one person from the Soap Sect, two people from the Zhengxiao Sect, and three scattered cultivators.

These thirteen people looked at the murderous Mao Zhenhuang rushing over, their expressions were also tight, and immediately three Tianqing Sect monks took half a step up, directly put him outside, and the cold light of the flying sword in his hand went straight to Mao Zhenhuang's eyes.

"Do you know me?" Mao Zhenhuang snorted coldly at the murderous three people in front of him, who were also wanton.

Tianqing Sect is an old opponent!

Needless to say, the Yushu Thunder Scripture Destroying Technique of the Great Widow of the Left Great, it is also a great technique to split who is pregnant on this mountaineering road, and the Gu who Mao Zhenhuang chopped in Xinji County is also a first-class person, but I don't know if there are such characters among this group of Tianqing Sect monks who don't know.

Among the three people holding the sword, there was a slightly eye-catching monk who shouted: "Mao Zhenhuang! My senior sister is waiting for you on the high platform!"

"Oh, what kind of cat or dog can go to that place these days?"

Listening to the other party call out his name, Mao Zhenhuang's mood instantly drifted a little.

After living for almost thirty years, it is finally possible to mix up the Mingtang on the eastern part of the Central Continent, and it is difficult to make a stranger call his name this year.

And so far, there are only a few big names in the ears of the monks of the five sects, and it seems that today there is also a Guanlou Sect Mao Zhenhuang!

But I just don't know if his name is as big as Weiqiu.

"Hmph, you can go mix it up, too. ”

In the eyes of this Tianqing Sect monk, the fat man in front of him is very strong!

It's not of their class at all, and the only thing that gives him the confidence to talk to him is that there are seven of them.

"That's a matter of a while, now let's talk about our business, I won't pretend, the master has a showdown with you, I have taken a fancy to this blue high platform, what kind of charter do you say?"

Mao Zhenhuang snorted cruelly at the monk in front of him, and behind him there were already eight pillars of heavenly dragon fire blooming with blazing brilliance, infinitely magnifying the trace of cruelty on his fat face.

"There are thirteen of us!"

Mao Zhenhuang looked at the other party's hardness, shook his head and yelled at the four people behind him: "Hey! Yes, it's you, that Longmen, your family's Fu Da Shao is on this high platform, do you want to change places?" There are also those three loose cultivators, one should be the Liu family in Ganzhou, those two seem to be from the Bai family in Fuzhou, and now they are the Guanlou's and Tianqing's appointment, which end are you going to count on?"

The two Xiuzhen families of the Ganzhou Liu family and the Fuzhou Bai family are also families that can be called names within the Great Liang, but there is one point, the Ganzhou Liu family is a vassal of the Guanlou Sect, and Fuzhou is close to the Wu State, and the Longmen is also close to each other.

"Young master, Lu Weihan is polite, and he needs a help for a while. The monk in the robe of the Dragon Gate Sect bowed his head to Fu Lei and directly switched sides.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the three scattered cultivators arched their hands at Mao Zhenhuang, and under the angry eyes of a bunch of Tianqing Sect monks, they went straight to the ninth high platform behind them.

This kind of dispute between the two sects can be mixed up by the ordinary Xiaoxiu True Family?

Look at the people on both sides, there are seven people in the Tianqing Sect, and there is only one in the Guanlou Sect, but at the foot of the Fund Peak Mountain, the fat man in front of him shouted at the scene of the sect, they have seen it all, and they don't know the strength of the other party's means.

And at that time, the fat man in front of him was useless even to the treasure of the golden pill behind him at this time!

What's more, it is still a treasure of Jindan with as many as nine roots in the system.

This kind of rare goods, not to mention the cultivation of the true family, even the five sects together can't take out a few pieces.

"Well, there are nine left, not thirteen at all. Mao Zhenhuang looked at the three scattered cultivators, and smiled apologetically at the Tianqing Sect monk in front of him.

Mao Zhenhuang felt for the first time that his name was so easy to use!

"No, there are nine more!"

The monks of the Tianqing Sect choked for a while, and the Huayang Tianzong Zhenglu came all the way, and the saddest thing may be like this, and the other party directly persuaded the four of them to retreat with one sentence.

This is not how powerful the other party's words are, but the murderous aura on the other party's body that covers the surroundings is really too much!

It's all crazy!

Guanlou Zongquan is a fucking madman.

A person who dared to fight a sect war with a sect actually came to grab a blue platform, and he could only be aggrieved when he had such an unlucky thing, and now for their group of Tianqing Sect monks, they were uncomfortable!

"Hehe~~ Nine! Those two soaps, you also want to get involved in this matter?"

Looking at the still hard spirit of the people of the Tianqing Sect in front of him, Mao Zhenhuang was going to tell them what despair was, and when he shouted at the two monks of the Soap Sect behind him, he raised his right hand, and the golden gossip cloud had already covered the heads of this group of people, and among them, the mountain figure of the eight yellow turban wharves flashed.

"Two Golden Pill Treasures!"

"Can't mess with ......."

In astonishment, the two monks of the Soap Sect, who wanted to hold on for a while, and planned to take the opportunity to touch a fish, turned around and left, running directly towards the blue high platform behind them.

There are many blue platforms in Huayang Heavenly Sect, and there are forty of them!

It seems that there is no need to hang himself from a high platform.

"Oh, sorry! Seven. ”

Looking at the two figures in the distance, Mao Zhenhuang was full of momentum and pressed directly towards the Tianqing Sect monk who was talking to him.

Overwhelming murderous!

The Tianqing Sect cultivator who was pressed almost choked in one breath, not to mention the operation of the aura around his body, even at this time, he felt sluggish in his breath, and the light of the flying sword in his hand was even more dim.

The murderous aura is so strong that it is so strong that if the other party is taking a step forward, he can even feel the sorrow of countless resentful souls on the other party.

Looking at the other party's frightened eyes, only Mao Zhenhuang himself knew that there was a murderous aura, but it would never be so strong, this was borrowed from the momentum of the ground under his feet.

If one day the Taoist view is deep, let alone killing people with a knife, just such pressure can crush people to death.

Poof!

The Tianqing Sect monk in front of Mao Zhenhuang couldn't hold on, he was pressed and knelt directly on the ground, and even a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, looking at Mao Zhenhuang's horrified gaze, in addition to the incredible, there was nothing left incredible.

At the same time in the early stage of foundation building, the original gap can be so big!

While the other party sighed at the same time, Mao Zhenhuang was also emotional.

But he sighed more layered!

It's just because he knows what causes such a gap between the same foundation building period.

Word!

The weak are not qualified to see things, and the strong can't see things.

Mao Zhenhuang, who has never seen the Tao, let alone facing the seven Zhuji at this time, even if he is facing one of them, he has to face it carefully, but today only one incomplete Taoist sent him to a height that most monks can't reach.

Looking behind him, the four hundred and fifty yellow platforms and forty blue platforms, even if he didn't use the golden pill heavy treasure on his body, just that half of the words that Wang Dongzhen found for him was enough for him to stand on top of these four hundred and ninety high platforms!

"! It's not easy to get this far. ”

Raising his head and looking ahead, Mao Zhenhuang, who had collected his momentum, was screaming.

One year!

It was still destiny for him to roll out of the northwest of Daliang, and he slipped around Xinji County again with his head in his head, until Zhuji embarked on this mountaineering road that thousands of monks yearn for, is it a long time?

On the contrary, very short!

The short one will make countless monks drop their jaws.

So far, I haven't heard of anyone stepping from the Seventh Mandate of Heaven to the foundation in one year, and then stepping into the threshold of the gate of Huayang Heavenly Sect.

But it's a long time.

Because he has spent twenty-nine years for this year.

"The high platform up ahead is where you should stand. Looking at the chubby figure of the invincible body in front of him, the Tianqing Sect monk wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said to Mao Zhenhuang hatefully.

Bully!

is still one person bullying seven, not only the seven of them who are bullied don't even dare to move their swords, but even standing in front of each other with the sky has become a luxury.

"I know that the inner door of Huayang Heavenly Sect can't fit me, and I will know it the day I come to the foot of the Jijin Mountain!"

Looking at the purple platform that had just risen one-fifth in front of him, Mao Zhenhuang's eyes seemed to be burning with a thick and endless fire.

There will always be a place to play his ability, since the place in front of him can't be played, it means that he chose the wrong place!

"I wish you Jackie Chan!"

The seven monks shook their heads at Mao Zhenhuang, put away the trace of unwillingness in their hearts and turned their heads and left.

Although the two sects are old enemies, but the other party has not even moved, these seven monks already know that they are just ants in the eyes of this fat man, and they have no interest in going up and crushing them to death, and the eyes of people like him will only look higher and higher......

People must be self-aware, and they are unwilling to work in vain, it is better to look back now and fight for the seat in the latter column, after all, everything that Huayang Tianzong has worked hard to survive is in vain!

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