"That. Han Liang touched his nose and pointed to the battlefield in the north with gunpowder smoke, "Help me fight." ”

Will it be a character as fierce as the young man in front of him? Huo Hongru said in his heart that he refused.

Han Liang saw through the hesitation on Huo Hongru's face at a glance, patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, it's all some guys who have a heavy God Refining Period, just leave it to me if the God Refining Period is more than one heavy." Can you? ”

"Okay!" Huo Hongru patted his chest happily, and the two pieces of pork belly on his chest trembled.

So, Huo Hongru followed the cold and marched like a battlefield, but he found a strange thing: Hey, this buddy's fox skin scarf is quite fashionable.

Unexpectedly, the fox fur scarf slowly turned around and gave him a cold look, which frightened Huo Hongru. This ····· Dare to love is a living thing!

The two of them arrived at the battlefield and looked at the battle of the group of Qi Refining Realm Body Refining Mirrors below, feeling inexplicably ridiculous. It's just a swarm of ants, and they fight each other.

"That's all there is to it. Huo Hongru's heart relaxed instantly, just a group of scum, but there were too many of them and it was a bit troublesome.

"Then do you see that person?" Han Liang pointed to a disciple of the Sanqing Sect below, and said to Huo Hongru: "As long as there are two words on the clothes, kill them all, and if you kill the wrong one, you will turn around." Han Liang made a motion to wipe his neck.

Huo Hongru nodded again and again and said yes.

However, he was a little puzzled: "This is a sect war, and Sanqing is a sect." But there are also other sects that change into the uniform of Sanqing in order to be greedy for life, what should I do?"

"Killed. Han Leng looked at the chaos below, and there were still a few people who would look up at these two people standing on the cliff with their hands in their hands, they were really not afraid of death, and they were quite ridiculous.

Huo Hongru suddenly lost his scruples, and rushed towards the crowd below, and his fat body alone had already knocked down a group of people.

Watching Huo Hongru wield a spirit axe, instantly solving a piece of people like chopping vegetables, Han Liang felt that he was not wrong as a helper. Although the other party was smashed down from the sky.

Suddenly, a coercion that was no less than the sevenfold level of God Refining came to his face, and an angry rebuke came: "Son of Evil!"

Han Liang turned back sharply and saw a white-haired old man holding a turquoise floating cloud beside him, his eyes wide with anger, staring at him fiercely. That look, I just can't wait to eat the cold.

Who is it called, the old man is like this, and he still doesn't enter the soil? Han Liang took a step back and stared at the old man in front of him vigilantly. Seeing the clothes on the old man's body, he instantly understood, Sanqing Sect. It seems that this is the ancestor of the Sanqing Sect········

The old man was also a little frightened, this son's cultivation was ······ It's too reckless just now, but ···········

There is no god refining level above the seventh level in the Wanling Continent, this son should not be a disciple of Kong Wuzong, and the intelligence also said that Kong Wuzong does not have any outside masters who can be backers.

"It's the old man who is reckless, don't blame the knight. The old man bowed and said.

I didn't do anything to become a chivalrous man? Han Liang is just hehe, don't you just don't want him to help Kong Wuzong, licking like a dog, it's disgusting.

"May I ask Your Excellency, is it the ancestor of the Sanqing Sect?" Han Liang also asked the old man with a little politeness.

"Yes, I am the ancestor of the Sanqing Sect, Qingming. The old man was quite proud, "The Sanqing Sect is the first sect in the Ten Thousand Souls Continent. ”

"Hehe, the first sect of the Ten Thousand Souls Continent, get out of you!" Han Liang swung his fist at the old man Qingming, and there was a faint flash of purple thunder in his eyes.

The old man of Qingming was in a pang, his body froze in place, and his huge palms like withered branches waved towards the cold.

"Click. ”

Han Liang's face changed slightly, this old guy, sure enough, Jiang is still old and spicy.

Han Liang violently withdrew his hand, and his palms turned purple faintly. This old fellow, poisoned! Fortunately, it doesn't help himself······· Han Liang shook his hand and looked at the Qingming old man who had been cleaned out a few feet away.

The old man snorted and vomited blood, leaned forward, and some couldn't keep his balance. He stared at the cold fiercely, he had been poisoned by me, why was there nothing?Normally, his arm should have turned into a pool of blood.

Okay, old guy, are you playing yin, right? Han Liang's face sank, and he crashed into the Qingming old man like a bull.

When the Qingming old man saw it, he was slightly flustered, and a layer of silver white appeared on his body.

"Boom!" Qingming was knocked away by the cold.

This turtle shell is very hard······· Han Liang touched his shoulders and looked at the old man who was swaying.

"Poof········· Before the old man could stabilize his body, he spit out a mouthful of blood in his throat. The anger on his face grew, and he raised his head and shouted, "The old man is not a despicable person like you who can be defeated!"

This old guy seems to be pressed by me······· Chill suddenly felt threatened. I saw that the muscles of the old man Qingming's whole body instantly expanded, his eyes were like red fire, and even the air around him began to burn.

Oops, this guy is not some soft persimmon. Han Liang frowned, the other party, it seems to be a physical cultivation, isn't it, immortal cultivation?

The old man smiled evilly, waved his palm and slashed out, snatching the silver-white palm blade in his hand, and slashing at the cold Heavenly Spirit Gai.

"Hmph!" Han Liang was worthy of physical cultivation, his arms were protected in front of him, and he forcibly took the palm of the old man Qingming. The figure couldn't help but shake, and the corners of the mouth were overflowing with blood, damn it, so strong.

Elder Qingming was panicked in his heart. The wide sleeved robe was bright, and the giant centipede, which was five feet long and had a purple gloss on the surface, flew towards the cold.

Gu worm! This old guy turned out to be a Gu refiner! Han Liang felt the strength of his opponent, and he really couldn't solve it easily.

"Drink!"

Han Liang rushed forward, turned over and jumped, firmly stepped on the slender back of the centipede, and pressed down sharply on the soles of his feet.

"Click"

The centipede's body broke in two, raising a layer of ash on the sand, but it still kept rushing to the cold.

"Death!" the old man bowed his back, rushing towards the cold like a spring, and the eagle-like claws tore open cracks in the air, straight towards the cold.

Playing with a two-sided pinch? Han Liang's expression was indifferent, and his hands were raised.

"Boom!"

Two purple thunderbolts fell from the sky and hit the centipede and Elder Qingming. Split the outside and the inside tender.

Elder Qingming looked at the black smoke centipede, looked incredulous, and leaned back. The tingling sensation on his body made him twitch uncontrollably.

The people who were fighting below couldn't help but look up a few times, and then Huo Hongru understood what it was like to smoke when he was split!

The disciples and elders of the Sanqing Sect were all panicked, wasn't that their ancestor? How could he be struck by lightning?!