Qin Xiaotian held the head of the rotten wood green in his hand, the mist had dispersed, and the sky revealed a bright red morning glow, and the sun was about to rise. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoDozens of Shouxian Palace disciples were still holding torch heads in their hands, and some had already thrown their torch heads on the grass, crossed the lawn, and rushed towards the foot of Qin Xiaotian Mountain. A thin-faced Shouxian Palace disciple pointed to Qin Xiaotian on the hillside and said, "Look, the assassin is still standing on the hillside?" Several disciples who were running in front of the slim-faced Shouxian Palace disciple fled to the front, and at the same time, they also called the Shouxian Palace disciple who was running in front, "Senior brother, where is the assassin!"

The disciple at the front was a sturdy middle-aged strong man, still holding the torch head in his hand, and threw it casually: "Why didn't you see the palace master?" These words reached Qin Xiaotian's ears, and he raised the head of Rotten Muqing up and down, and said loudly: "You wine bags and rice bags, you have shown me clearly, what is this?"

Some distance away, the disciples of Shouxian Palace who ran across the grassland still didn't see clearly what the young man on the mountain was holding in his hand, thinking to himself, the young man was too bold to be afraid of being besieged by them. Since you are an assassin of Shouxian Palace, we will not spare you. Qin Xiaotian smiled proudly, "You fools, this is the head of your palace master." "No, it should be said that it is the head of the dragon, and the rotten wood green is transformed from a fire dragon, and it is not worthy of being your palace master at all. After saying that, Qin Xiaotian jumped up, jumped down the hillside, blocked in front of dozens of Shouxian Palace disciples, and shook the bloody dragon head in his hand in his hand, "Haha, you can all see it clearly, this is indeed your palace master Rotten Muqing." “

Dozens of Shouxian Palace disciples began to believe it, with a sad expression on their faces, "Who are you kid, who dare to lie to us with a fake head?" "We won't believe you, our palace master has cultivated for thousands of years, can you kill him with just a little white face with undried milk?" Qin Xiaotian said with a playful heart: "Believe it or not, anyway, now that Shouxian Palace is a group of dragons without a leader, it is better to let me be your palace master!" I have several advantages to being your palace master: first, I can let you enjoy all the glory and wealth, and second, I also let you be like Rotten Muqing, who has countless women in your life, and before he died, he was still having trysts with women and bowing down under women's pomegranate skirts.

"It's called a ghost and a romance, understand?" Then Qin Xiaotian pointed with his hand, among your group of disciples, it seems that they are all single, sect disciples are generally strictly forbidden to be women, and after a year, they don't even smell the smell of women's fat powder, which is really sad and lamentable.

A disciple with a somewhat strange face interjected: "You are farting, are you not a disciple of the sect?"

Since you are carrying a beast head and dare to fool us, I will arrest you as an assassin and take you back to Shouxian Palace! At this time, a disciple had already climbed up the hillside, and saw a bloody fire dragon body dead on the grass, and there was a blue sword next to it. “

The sturdy Shouxian Palace disciple who took the lead faintly felt that something was wrong, his face changed in shock, and he shouted, "What's going on?" The disciple rolled and climbed, staggered, made a few noises from the hillside, rolled down the hillside, rolled over a few times in succession, got up from the ground for a long time, didn't care about patting the dirt on his body, ran to the disciple who took the lead, and cried: "Senior brother, it is indeed the body of the palace master on it." “

These words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, the sturdy disciple's eyes rolled, his body fell back, and a disciple stepped forward to quickly support him, "Senior brother, are you okay!" Sure enough, it was this white-faced boy who killed our palace master, and at this time, the remaining dozen disciples rushed towards Qin Xiaotian together, "It turns out that you really killed our palace master." ”

Qin Xiaotian pointed to the dragon head in his hand, didn't I tell you all these wine bags and rice bags before? However, you don't believe me, since you don't believe me, I can't do anything about you, right? You, the palace master, have a poor character, pretending to be a supreme identity in front of you, fooling you into working for him, in private, it is simply disgusting. As I said just now, his private life is very chaotic, and a well-dressed beast like him deserves to die!

After that, Qin Xiaotian's hand shook forward and threw the head of Rotten Muqing over, "Give it back to you, let you go back to the Shouxian Palace to worship!"

Where can the dozens of Shouxian Palace disciples stand this kind of anger? They all pulled out the weapons they brought with them, their faces showed a murderous aura, they surrounded them, pointed at Qin Xiaotian and scolded: "The thieves from there, who killed our palace master, actually want to leave?"

In fact, among these Shouxian Palace disciples, some of them have a very short entry time, and they don't have much cultivation at all, and even the strong man who takes the lead is just a cultivator disciple with a five-layer condensation qi, they are almost far from Qin Xiaotian, but most of them are more powerful than others, and they are a little bolder. In Qin Xiaotian's eyes, these dozens of Shouxian Palace disciples wanted to pinch them to death as easily as pinching an ant, and there was no fear in their hearts.

Instead, he pushed the flame sword in his hand casually, and the flame sword was inserted into his scabbard impartially as if it had eyes, and everyone in the Shouxian Palace looked at it in their eyes and exclaimed: "Sure enough, he is a master, otherwise, he will not be able to kill the palace master." The strong man who took the lead stepped forward with his sword and shouted: "What an arrogant boy, there is no one in his eyes." A sword stabbed Qin Xiaotian in the abdomen of the wind, Qin Xiaotian was not in a hurry, jumped out to the side, and giggled, "Ouch, you palace masters have been killed by me, you should disperse!" I, Qin Xiaotian, am not an unreasonable person, the death of your palace master has little to do with you, he is very ambitious, so he was killed in the wilderness.

"So you are Qin Xiaotian of the Three Realms?" asked the strong man who took the lead with his eyebrows furrowed, his face trembling with fear, and his sword hands were trembling, and he asked in a low voice.

"It's Qin Xiaotian below. ”

However, I am only a junior disciple of the Bathing Sect. The Bathing Sect is full of talents, and there should be as many as 100,000 small disciples like me, if you want to avenge the rotten wood green, just let the horse come. The strong man snorted, his nose tilted to the side, and a sword swept towards Qin Xiaotian, his sword blade this time seemed to have a strong wind, Qin Xiaotian faintly felt a stream of air rushing towards his waist, knowing that this was also the strongest man's most vicious move, Qin Xiaotian's body pounced forward, and his palms slapped out like a whirlwind, and his palms had slapped towards the strong man's feet. The strong man suddenly felt numb in his legs, he had no strength, he was paralyzed on the ground, his expression was solemn, he hummed and moaned, and only after a while did he shout out, "My feet." ”

The disciples were so frightened that they fled down the mountain, Qin Xiaotian turned around, looked at them with an embarrassed look, and did not chase them, and let them leave. (To be continued.) )