Do you want to remind the many teachers and nephews? Li Yunlong's powerful divine sense swept over those Blood Spirit Sect cultivators, and many vicious things had no secrets in his eyes.

And every Blood Spirit Sect cultivator's dantian position had a viscous and evil poisonous aura that was suppressed with all his might.

"All the masters and nephews have behaved well, and won the Blood Spirit Sect, the little uncle will reward each of you with ten beautiful and versatile maiden attendants, who can do a lot of things!" Jin Mandi also knew that if only thirteen people were taken, he and Li Yunlong, the pair of oil bottles with the lowest cultivation, would definitely not have to appear, and this time they could come, mainly to increase their experience and show that there were successors to the Taixuanmen. However, a thirteen-and-a-half-year-old kid is old-fashioned and has some obscenities, and it feels a little weird to say such things.

"Nonsense!" Zhang Zhengyang scolded and made many elite disciples in the Qi Refining Period who had some eyes suddenly shine all of a sudden, and a few fairies with fluttering fairy spirit stared at the dignified senior brothers and the cheap uncle of the golden fat man angrily.

It's just that even Li Yunlong can see that those fairies still have a delicate and simple little daughter posture in their eyes for the golden fat man, they are really envious!

The news of the Taixuanmen being free and the disciples of the Taibai Sword Monarch and the monks of the Blood Spirit Sect spread in an instant among the sects.

Whether it was the monks of Taixuanmen or the monks of the two realms of good and evil who came to communicate with other sects, after learning the news, they rushed to Ningbi Cliff, where the competition was held.

The first to appear were Wen Zhuo of the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Period of the Taixuanmen and the Blood Spirit Sect, a high-spirited disciple of the Qi Refining Period of a certain second generation.

The other party made it clear that Zhang Zhengyang couldn't really have a Tian Ji horse race, even if he really won the competition by means, it would be a shame.

It is estimated that he was drowned by the population and half killed by Taibai Jianjun.

Wen Zhuo was an orphan found in a village deep in the mountains during Zhang Zhengyang's Qi refining period, and it was more accurate to say that Zhang Zhengyang gave birth to a miracle child who dissected the belly of a dead pregnant woman.

I don't know if Cang Tian gave him compensation for the death of his relatives, Wen Zhuo has a spiritual root with high-grade qualifications. This is not as good as Li Yunlong, Jin Mandi, and Qin Yuan, who have been difficult to find the best for many years, but they were also the first day among the disciples of the Qi refining period of the Xiaoyao One Vein.

A golden sword, more than three feet long and brilliant, was held in his hand and pointed at the opponent of the Blood Spirit Gate.

"The best magic weapon! Wait a minute, this will be mine!" After seeing the magic weapon in Wen Zhuo's hand, the young man of the Blood Spirit Sect who seemed to be a certain second generation suddenly brightened his eyes.

The best magic weapon, that is a good treasure that money can't buy, can be seen today and may be snatched in his hands, which makes the blood of the Blood Spirit Sect monk burn.

"Let's go!" Zhang Zhengyang announced crisply.

The two Qi Cultivation Stage Consummation Cultivators with comparable realms and similar strength exchanged hands in an instant.

The sword in Wen Zhuo's hand turned into a narrow golden light mark, like a swimming dragon slashing through a graceful trajectory, heading straight for the chest of the Blood Spirit Sect monk, and the seemingly unpleasant and unfancy blow made the opponent's head slightly sweaty.

This is the secret art of sword cultivation!

Which one lacks the heart and eye to give the information of the outstanding disciple of the Taixuanmen? A monk of the same realm is looking for abuse when he fights with a sword cultivator.

Although he also has secret methods on his own, he believes that the victory at the last moment will eventually belong to his side. However, not to mention the injuries and bleeding in the process, it is obvious that the last resort is used in a competitive competition, and the effort is far greater than the gain.

Suddenly, the flesh and blood of the Blood Spirit Sect monk seemed to be sucked out all of a sudden, and a red banner appeared in front of him. A skinned skeleton shook from side to side with a flag, and as the miserable and tragic screams spread, countless phantoms used their own means to break the blow that Wen Zhuo had carefully prepared.

"What a wicked Ten Thousand Soul Banner! Daoist friends are not afraid of attracting heavenly punishment!" Wen Zhuo, who has been personally instructed by Taibai Jianjun, is not only well-informed, but also has the ability to deal with problems arbitrarily.

It just so happened that the auxiliary treasures refined from some materials given by the ancestors were destined to show their skills at this time.

A trace of pure and condensed thunder and lightning power gathered and attached to the golden sword light, making every blow of Wen Zhuo carry a trace of thunder and lightning.

The Ten Thousand Soul Banner of the Blood Spirit Sect Cultivator was just a primary inferior product, and most of the ghost clans sealed in it were mortal souls in the secular world.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner, which was used by itself as a means of pressing the bottom of the box, became an empty house, and all the occupants in it dissipated between heaven and earth.

It was still the same sword, as if it was slowly and quickly slashing down at the Blood Spirit Sect monk.

The second generation seemed to have never been so embarrassed as today and now, and a small hole appeared in his heart, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Hurry back!"

"Be careful!"

......

The words of Li Yunlong and Zhang Zhengyang, as well as several people with high cultivation and knowledge, sounded almost at the same time, and Wen Zhuo also seemed to feel the aura emitted by something that threatened his life, and rose rapidly like a volcanic eruption, and his body naturally retreated quickly with the words of everyone.

But this is obviously a bit late!