The fog swirled, and the five black-clothed people approached Zhang Bochong and the girl in laughter, the girl and Zhang Bochong were back to back, and the girl looked nervously at the fog in front of her, and there was sweat on her face. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In front of the girl, the fog was pulled, and two figures walked out of the fog, one tall and one short, a man and a woman.

"Han Zixie?" The girl's face was stunned.

"Why are you two here?" Zhang Bochong turned his head when he heard this, and saw that Han Zixi and Beiming Zijue were also stunned on their faces.

"Let's go, are you two here to send you to death?" Zhang Bo's face changed, Han Zixie and Beiming Zijue can be said to be the weakest two of their generation, in Zhang Bochong's opinion, this is to add to the chaos.

"Hurry up!" The girl was surprised at first, but when Zhang Bochong said this, she also realized that these two people would not only not be helpful, but would drag them back.

"Run, none of you want to leave today. The man in black said in a rough voice and viciously.

"Who said Uncle Han that I was going to run away? I'm going to take care of your scourge today. Han Zixie walked over in the disappointed eyes of Zhang Bochong and Yuan Xiaowei.

"Sure enough, it's still the same, looking like he doesn't know the height of the sky, and the more he says, the more he will go against you. Zhang Bochong sighed and said to Yuan Xiaowei in a low voice.

"Hmph, you two, wait for a battle, and ask for more blessings for yourselves. Yuan Xiaowei has already made up her mind, she won't help the two of them anyway, she can't take care of herself.

"I said Yuan Xiaowei, I called you just now, why didn't you run away without looking back!" Han Zixi was a little speechless, he found Yuan Xiaowei on the boat just now, but as soon as he opened his mouth and shouted her name, this Yuan Xiaowei was like a frightened bird, turning around and running.

"How did I know it was you, I thought it was the enemy, hmph, if it wasn't for you I would have escaped. Yuan Xiaowei couldn't help but feel angry when Han Zixi said this.

"Shut up! Throw down your fellow Dao and escape alone, do you still have a face?" Han Zixie's little face suddenly turned cold, this Yuan Xiaowei was originally running away, and her heart suddenly felt cold, and her body cultivation was scattered, and she drank Yuan Xiaowei, and her eyes were full of coldness.

"You... I..." Yuan Xiaowei wanted to have a seizure, but when she saw Han Zixie's eyes, her heart suddenly trembled, and she couldn't speak for a while.

And at this moment, Han Zixie gave her a feeling that was a little different from the one she had in the Immortal Cultivation Dojo before, Zhang Bochong saw Han Zixie's cultivation for a moment, and his eyes were suspicious.

"Hahaha, arrogant boy, look at grandpa, how I made you regret coming to the world, kill them. The black-clothed man said to the four people around him, and then rushed towards Han Zixi and the others with a cruel smile.

At the critical moment, Zhang Bochong didn't have time to say anything, sighed secretly, picked up an iron rod to fight against the enemy, and Zhang Bochong stopped the man in black and a man in black alone.

Yuan Xiaowei was helpless, with a wave of her hand, a piece of blue gauze flew out, and she had no choice but to meet it.

"Stand behind me. Han Zixie said to Beiming Zijue, his hands clenched into fists, although he had only cultivated the first layer of the Soul Devouring Body Quenching Dafa, he still felt that he was full of strength.

Han Zixie raised his hands and roared, facing the two people who came, two fists blasted out, above the fists, under the skin, and among the meridians, the power of red fire was faintly visible.

There was sarcasm in the eyes of the two men in black who came, they didn't expect Han Zixi to actually want to fight the two of them alone.

"I can't help myself. ”

With a bang, a loud noise came from behind Zhang Bochong and Yuan Xiaowei, accompanied by an unbelievable scream, and two black shadows swept past them and fell heavily into the distance.

Everyone present was stunned, unconsciously stopped fighting, and looked at Han Zixie, only to see that Han Zixiu was still in a lunge with his feet at the moment, bombarding the posture of two fists.

"I'm not dreaming, is he, is he really Han Zixie?" Yuan Xiaowei exclaimed.

"How is he..."Zhang Bochong was also a little surprised, with a look of surprise.

The big man in black shrank his eyes, and looked at Han Zixie very jealously, and when he saw the two of his own people who were shot away by Han Zixie, he began to retreat unconsciously, because he clearly saw that the two people had sunken chests, and they had already died of anger.

The only thing that wasn't so surprised here was Beiming Zijue, her big purple eyes looked at Han Zixie in front of her without blinking, and her pink little face was flushed.

"Want to run? It's not that easy. Han Zixie saw that the remaining three people actually turned around and wanted to run, but the figure rushed out quickly, pinching his hands.

"The Shadow Soaring Technique. Han Zixie's body flew out, directly catching up with the three of them, and they disappeared in the mist, and then two more screams came out.

Han Zixie and one of the flying shadows exchanged places, appeared behind the black-clothed man, and with another punch, the big man sensed the crisis, and when he turned around, a shield made of mist condensed, and was torn apart by Han Zixie's punch.

"What kind of physical power is this?" the big man snorted, his body retreated with his strength, and then flew into the sky, fleeing without looking back.

Han Zixie's expression was a little regretful, but it was normal to think about it, the other party was a monk and knew how to resist the wind, so it was so easy to kill.

Zhang Bochong rushed over to the three of them, only to see two floating corpses on the ground, bleeding five steps, Zhang Bochong and Yuan Xiaowei gasped.

"You..." Zhang Bochong walked over, wanting to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

"People will always grow, no fuss, I am me, fireworks of different colors. Han Zixie's face was calm, his little hand flicked, his back was behind him, he looked at the fog, and said lightly.

But his heart was full of joy, this was the kind of effect he wanted, and he suddenly found that it seemed that with this calm look, he cooperated with his performance in an indifferent way, and the effect was better, so he turned around, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and smiled at the three of them.

Seeing Han Zixie at this moment, Zhang Bochong and Yuan Xiaowei couldn't help but look at each other, dumbfounded, only Beiming Zijue, looking at Han Zixie's gaze began to become hot.

Han Zixi turned around and carried a few people on his back, he couldn't help it, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, he felt that it was time to shock Zhang Bochong and Yuan Xiaowei.

When these two were in the Immortal Cultivation Arena before, they had never looked at themselves squarely, but today Han Zixi wanted to seize this opportunity and let his figure be deeply engraved in their minds.

With a wave of his small hand, the sail flew out of his storage bracelet and grew larger, and then floated forward in front of Zhang Bochong and Yuan Xiaowei's stiffened expressions.

"Spirit Refining Flying Treasure?" Zhang Bochong exclaimed, because only Spirit Refining Treasure can be freely changed to become bigger and smaller, and it is in the bag, and if it is a flying treasure, it is extremely difficult to obtain, and it is generally only available in a few great monks or some families.

In terms of scale, Han Zixie's sail is not big, but Han Zixie is just an orphan, and he is just a minor monk, so Zhang Bochong has to be shocked.

"So that's the case!" Yuan Xiaowei then remembered that the flying treasure that scared her back just now was Han Zixie's boat, and she couldn't help but feel a little cryless when she thought of this.

"Why are you two stunned! Get on the boat quickly! Time is pressing, for the sake of this plan, we need to find the others as soon as possible, and then gather together, and then figure out a way. Although Han Zixie is satisfied with the effect he has caused, he also has it in his heart, and this is not the time to show off.

"Well, yes, let's get on board first. ”

Han Zixi stood at the bow of the boat, his consciousness spread, constantly searching for the whereabouts of others, Zhang Bochong walked out of the boat, stood beside Han Zixie, and looked at the fog outside the boat with emotion.

"Shibei should be impressed by each other for three days! I didn't expect that I, Zhang Bochong, would be rescued by you one day. Zhang Bochong said with some self-deprecation.

"I said I was awesome... Uh, I mean I'm going to try my best and not let everyone down. Han Zixi was so excited that he almost said that he was very powerful, and then he looked straight and spoke.

Zhang Bochong originally wanted to ask Han Zixie how he could suddenly become so violent, but after thinking about it, he couldn't help it, their immortal cultivation in Xianyin Village pays attention to chance, everyone has their own chance, this kind of chance is unspeakable, don't ask, otherwise it will affect their luck.

Although Zhang Bochong is not one of the top ten immortals in Xianyin Village, his strength is still not to be underestimated, looking at Han Zixie at this moment, his heart is a little complicated, he didn't expect that Han Zixie was just like them, after walking out of the immortal cultivation dojo for a few months, there was such a big change, he went back to the cabin, and made up his mind that he could not be compared to Han Zixie, in terms of qualifications, Han Zixie was the worst in their generation of immortal cultivators.

A handkerchief embroidered with gold wire in Han Zixie's hand was transformed, and he pinched it in his hand, looking at the handkerchief, the pride in his heart had disappeared.

"Sister Zijue, come out for a while. Han Zixi sighed, and decided to give this phantom micro silk to Beiming Zijue, after all, it is dangerous here, Beiying Zijue is weak, it couldn't be better for her, and dispelled the idea of giving it to Yan Xitian.

"Brother Zixie, what's the matter?" Beiming Zijue blushed and walked over a little nervously.

"Here, this is for you, I stained your handkerchief last time, and this will be regarded as a compensation for you. Han Zixi thought of the bloodstained handkerchief in the cloth bag around his waist that had not yet been washed, and spoke.

"Ahh

"What a ramble, take it. Han Zixie directly pulled Beiming Zijue's little hand and forcibly stuffed Phantom Micro Aya in her hand.

"Ahh

"This is called Phantom Aya, you can use it after refining it, this treasure is amazing, it can withstand the monk's..."

Beiming Zijue didn't hear Han Zixie say anything at all, completely feeling the temperature from Han Zixie's palm, and walked into the cabin with a smirk like a lost soul.

"What's wrong with you? I haven't finished yet!" Beiming Zijue turned around and left a little strangely, and Han Zixi was inexplicably surprised for a while.

"Why is she always so weird?"

At this moment, Han Zixie's expression suddenly moved, and he looked in one direction of the mist, where his divine sense saw someone fighting.