"Then what do you want? Seeing that your chest is not big, and your heart and eyes are quite small. Zhao Jiuge smiled provocatively.

"You...!" Zhang Ping's tone was choked, he didn't know how to refute Zhao Jiuge's words, and his already flat chest kept rising and falling.

The young man in the light blue ink robe on the side kept smiling and silent, looking at this scene as if watching a play.

"I'll show you how I can do what I want. Zhang Ping persuaded the silver teeth to clench and shouted coldly, and then a faint killing intent spread.

The spiritual power fluctuations instantly flowed all over her body, and her whole body was full of momentum, and her cultivation in the later stage of the foundation building realm was not weaker than Zhao Jiuge at all, on the contrary, it was stronger than Zhao Jiuge, you must know that her cultivation realm breakthrough was better than Zhao Jiuge.

When the spiritual power of the whole body was released, his right hand grabbed the void with the spiritual power, wanting to directly grab Zhao Jiuge's body. Looking at Zhang Pingquan's gritted teeth, it was as if Zhao Jiuge had some deep hatred with her.

Zhao Jiuge wanted to resist, but it was too late, who told Zhang Ping to persuade him to do it faster. But Zhao Jiuge's face was filled with a strange light, and he was not too flustered when he saw Zhang Pingquan's offensive.

The exercises in the body were running, continuing to urge the spiritual power, and the face of the young man in the ink robe finally changed a little at this moment, full of suspicion, as if he couldn't understand it, obviously Zhao Jiuge couldn't dodge this casual grasp with spiritual power, why didn't he want to do anything else, but continued to urge the spiritual power.

In the next scene, the young man in the ink robe understood why, only to see Zhang Pingquan, who was rolling up the spiritual light and struggling to grab his right hand, quickly touched Zhao Jiuge's chest, changed the grasp to a shot, and bombarded Zhao Jiuge's chest, the blue sword robe was shaken and crackled, but Zhao Jiuge's whole person was attacked but did not take a step back at all, but still stood still.

The purple-blue glow suddenly shot out from Zhao Jiuge's body, exuding soft spiritual power to firmly protect Zhao Jiuge. Zhang Pingquan only felt that this palm slapped on the iron plate, but fortunately she didn't use all her strength with this palm, otherwise it would definitely not be much better to integrate the power of the arm to receive this shock.

Although it felt like a hard place, the strange thing was that when the palm of the hand came into contact with the purple-blue glow, the whole glow rippled, like ripples on the surface of the water.

Suddenly, Zhang Pingquan's face changed suddenly, and the whole person's expression was a little complicated, mixed with a little panic and a little pain.

"What the hell is this. Zhang Pingquan, who was frightened, stared at a pair of big eyes, and looked at his right arm in surprise, it turned out that a silver electric light was entwined with a thunderous sound, accompanied by bursts of paralyzing pain from his body.

The young man who had been smiling playfully, his face finally changed when he saw this scene, his eyes shrank, and he stared at the purple-blue glow that had just appeared on Zhao Jiuge's body.

"Spirit Weapon Armor!" Then the young man in the ink robe spat out four words gloomily, as if he was a little surprised.

It turned out that after the Purple Pole Mixed Thunder Armor was made, it had been worn on Zhao Jiuge's body, but now Zhao Jiuge had not broken through to the Yuanying realm, and he could not fully use the power of the spirit weapon at all, nor did he give birth to the Purple Mansion, and he could not use the Purple Yuan Fire to refine it, so he wore it directly on his body, and he could only look at the instinctive power of the Purple Pole Mixed Thunder Armor.

When Zhang Pingquan bombarded himself, it happened to touch the defense of the armor, and there was the previous scene, I have to say that the domineering of this purple pole mixed thunder armor, the counter-devouring mixed thunder aurora was directly entangled in Zhang Pingquan's body, and she grinned in pain.

At this time, the young man in the ink robe lost his light and light temperament just now, and after his face changed, he resolutely made a move.

The momentum was abrupt, and the sleeve robe rolled over, rolling up a few cyan spiritual powers, and instantly churning, towards the electric light on Zhang Pingquan's arm, tightly wrapping those electric lights.

Those thunderbolts disappeared in the blink of an eye, and it was no big deal to see Zhang Pingquan, the young man in the ink robe just snorted coldly, and then looked at Zhang Pingquan with concern and greeted, "It's okay." ”

Zhang Pingquan seemed to have some fear, these thunder lights were only attached to the Purple Pole Mixed Thunder Armor, not urged by Zhao Jiuge, and the power was not great, so Zhang Pingquan did not suffer any substantial damage, but there was still the paralyzing pain in his body just now. The panic on Zhang Pingquan's face was completely frightened, she was originally the one who seized the opportunity and took the lead in dealing with Zhao Jiuge, who knew that the bombardment of Zhao Jiuge was not in exchange for the damage caused by him, but that she was bounced away and paralyzed by the thunder.

Zhang Ping, whose face was a little pale, said with some fear, "Fifth Senior Brother, I'm fine." ”

"It's okay, senior brother will bring you back the field today. After speaking, the man in the ink robe turned back to Zhao Jiuge and smiled gloomily.

The young man's name is Zhou Hongyong, he is Du Jun's fifth disciple, and he does not belong to the new disciples of the Xuantian Sword Gate, he entered the inner door step by step, but was directly brought back by Du Jun from the outside, it is said that he does not have a particularly great understanding of sword cultivation, and his cultivation is mediocre, but he is good at Qimen Dunjia, proficient in various formations, and specializes in studying this way. And today Du Junxin accepted Zhang Pingquan as an apprentice, and the second and fifth disciples under the door also brought Zhang Pingquan to the deacon hall to register the peak, but when Zhang Pingquan's second sister went in to handle it, Zhang Pingquan, who was waiting at the door, saw Zhao Jiuge.

After Zhou Hongyong, who was on the side, learned about what happened, and at the instigation of him, Zhang Pingquan took his fifth senior brother to Zhao Jiuge's side to prepare to find fault, and took the opportunity to clean up and teach Zhao Jiuge a lesson.

Although Zhao Jiuge's master is the head of the Xuantian Sword Sect, their master's status is also not low, and they are the head of Xuanqi Peak. Moreover, there will be no deaths or injuries in the small exchanges between the disciples, and it will not affect anything if they suffer a small loss, and in the end, they can only blame themselves for their inferior skills, and their strength is not good.

Zhou Hongyong originally thought that the strength of the little junior sister against Zhao Jiuge would at least be able to win steadily, and with the pressure on his side, it was enough to deal with Zhao Jiuge, who knew that Zhao Jiuge had a spirit-level armor.

This made Zhou Hongyong's eyes a little hot, even he didn't have spiritual armor. Although he is not very old, a few years older than them, and his strength is not outstanding, he has condensed the elixir, but his vision is not weak.

Seeing that his junior sister had missed, he couldn't help but want to show his majesty in front of this junior sister who had just recognized, and his spiritual power was running, and he thought in his heart that even if he didn't use his most proficient formation, the strength of the early stage of the spirit pill realm alone was enough to crush Zhao Jiuge.

Seeing this young man in an ink robe, Zhao Jiuge looked at this young man seriously, although the spiritual power fluctuations of the elixir realm on his body made him a little jealous, but it did not make him afraid. Because his senior sister is inside, even if there is something, it will come out immediately, and now that he is relying on his armor, he may not be able to fight with Zhou Hongyong, although he will undoubtedly lose, but at least he will not be kneaded like a persimmon.

Looking at the somewhat feminine Zhou Hongyong, Zhao Jiuge suddenly laughed, laughing without warning, as if he had thought of something, and then said, "Just like you, I think most of you will end up with your junior sister, sissy." ”

Zhou Hongyong, who has a thin body, has extremely white skin and looks a little handsome, and wearing an ink-colored robe adds a bit of femininity. Especially a speaking voice is not a little magnetic.

The reason why Zhao Jiuge suddenly laughed out loud was because he remembered it, no wonder why this Zhou Hongyong didn't speak much from the beginning to just now. It turned out to be a sissy.

Zhou Hongyong's face changed greatly, he hated others the most for saying that he was a sissy, he used to be small, and he could only let others bully and ridicule him, and later because of his inferiority, he went out to study the Qimen Dunjia formation behind closed doors.

Later, by chance, Du Jun, who was out, discovered him, took a fancy to his talent in formation, so he brought him back to Xuanqi Peak and accepted him as an apprentice.

The so-called roads are different, but all roads lead to eternal life. Although Zhou Hongyong has no talent in kendo, he has a unique talent in formation.

With a slight rise and fall on his chest, and a vicious look in his eyes, like a poisonous snake, Zhou Hongyong said gloomily, "Stinky boy, if I don't teach you a lesson today, you don't know how powerful." ”

After speaking, he didn't use the formation, but watched the spiritual power directly turn into a huge palm and slapped towards Zhao Jiuge, he thought that it was more than enough to deal with a kid in the late stage of the foundation building realm in the early stage of the spirit pill realm.

Feeling the pressure of the Spirit Pill Realm in the air, and the huge palm coming towards him, Zhao Jiu Ge was not afraid of rejecting joy, he just wanted to take this opportunity to test the power of the Purple Extreme Mixed Thunder Armor, and firmly how long his current strength could last under the attack of the Spirit Pill Realm cultivator.

With the same cold snort, the spiritual power that had already been operating immediately gushed out, and with the same force, it slapped towards the huge green palm.

There was a loud bang in the sky, and the golden spiritual power used by Zhao Jiuge had already vanished, leaving the remnants of green spiritual power to spread, but it did not cause much damage to Zhao Jiuge.

Zhou Hongyong's face changed, he didn't expect that with a casual blow, Zhao Jiuge would be able to resolve it so easily, it seems that this kid's cultivation method is a bit weird and domineering.

"Hum..."

A crisp sword groan rippled, with a slight aura, exuding a fierce momentum.

Zhou Hongyong pulled out his spirit weapon flying sword, a small flying sword of pure gold, exuding a faint halo, although Zhou Hongyong's talent for sword cultivation is not high, it does not mean that he can't, and he is much stronger than most people.

Seeing Zhou Hongyong, who pulled out the spirit weapon flying sword, and the whole person's momentum became different, Zhao Jiuge hooked the corners of his mouth and laughed like a pervert, his eyes were full of excitement and fighting spirit, and he shouted, "Sissy, it's just right." After speaking, Zhao Jiuge's momentum changed suddenly.

The golden light flashed all over Zhao Jiuge's body, and then flowed around his body, and the halo gradually became richer, as if he was wearing a golden armor, which was the impetus for the Sanskrit Holy Body.

Feeling Zhou Hongyong pull out the flying sword, Zhao Jiuge's heart was hot, since he started to cultivate to the first layer of the Xuantian Sword Duel, and the sword qi passed through the Xuantian Chapter, he has always been yearning for this sword determination, but at that time, he could only contact the first layer with his identity, and now although he has become a personal disciple, Jian Wuxin said that he will teach him the sword duel behind him after a month.

Now that he sees Zhou Hongyong's appearance, he must use the Xuantian Sword to decide, and as Zhou Hongyong's personal disciple, he naturally will not use the first layer that is not very powerful.

Now that he was wearing the Purple Pole Mixed Thunder Armor on his body, he had urged the Sanskrit Holy Body again, and at this moment, Zhao Jiu Ge was like being wrapped in a thick layer of turtle shell, and he just wanted to try the power of the layers behind the Xuantian Sword Duel.

For a while, Zhao Jiuge's blue sword robe whirred, and his eyes stared at Zhou Hongyong, a feminine sissy.