Yan Que's soul was damaged, and he was nourished by Haoran's righteousness, and he recuperated for a few days, swallowed a few leaves given by Mu Lao, and he was better. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The four of them discussed, the current situation of the Nine Heavens Arena is very chaotic, and the forces of all parties regard this place as a place to settle grievances, and one by one they are simply dead, and they are ruthless, but after a few days, there are broken corpses everywhere, and there are traces of battle everywhere.

If it weren't for the Nine Heavens Arena, if it was a small world, it would have been beaten to pieces by these powerful guys.

The environment of the Nine Heavens Arena is special, and it can quickly repair itself, which is very magical, even if it is the place where the four of Yan Que and the Blood World Ding fought, there is no trace, as if it has never happened at all.

In this case, it is better to make a fortune in a muffled voice, and the four of them will go together, wandering around, and if they see something that is not pleasing to the eye, they will teach it a lesson, or even kill it, and if they see something that is pleasing to the eye, they will help.

For a while, the four of them became famous, and in the Nine Heavens Arena, most of the people hid far away when they saw the four of them, who knows which of these four people were pleasing to the eye? It is better to hide.

Of course, there are also those who don't disdain the four at all, such as the one who is now in front of the four.

This hand holds a sacred tree, the tree is lush, full of fruit, when the breeze blows, it is full of fragrance, if it is not for this breath is too strong, the four of them really want to snatch the sacred tree and taste the taste of the fruit.

Xuanyuan Feng took a step forward and said with a smile: "Congluo, there is no festival between us, why stop me from going?"

Congluo, the young genius of the second layer of the southern Yantian, does not belong to any force, due to the general talent, he went through hardships when he was young, he had no way to join the teacher, and vowed not to go to any wealthy family again, and began to practice with the most basic method of the nine days, and practiced in the mountains for a hundred years。

But he is not violent, he has a gentle gentleman's style, but he is slightly paranoid, and he is very hateful to the children of famous families.

From Yan Que's point of view, this is a typical phoenix man, who hates the upper class, and desperately wants to squeeze into this circle.

Xuanyuan Feng asked, Cong Luo was generous, and said with a gentlemanly smile: "I heard that the four of them are very famous in the Nine Heavens Arena, and Cong Luo is not talented, so I came to ask for advice or two." ”

Yang Buhuan sneered: "You Congluo is also a famous figure in Jiutian, I don't blame you for greedy for fame and fortune, but it's your fault to find our brother's head." ”

Cong Luo said with a smile: "The four of them are all top geniuses, Cong Luo is a broken household, so he naturally wants to find his best position in the top characters." ”

Yang Buhuan smiled and said, "In this case, let me, the guy with the most poor cultivation, take a lesson!"

Yang Buhuan said, then took a step forward, took out the golden rod, and looked at Congluo coldly.

The bushes did not twist, the sacred tree flew out, fell into the top of the head, suppressed itself, and sacrificed a cyan long ruler, which was densely packed with tadpole-like runes, and when it waved, there was the qi of Dongfang Yimu vibrating endlessly.

Cong Luo held the ruler and called, and the cyan long ruler with the aura of the mighty Oriental Yimu fell fiercely on the top of Yang Buhuan's head.

Yang Buhuan smiled coldly, waved the golden rod, and slammed it on the top of his head, Dongfang Yimu's qi rolled back, and the bush was not annoyed, and a ray of blue light shot from the divine tree to the long ruler, and hit again.

Yang Buhuan concocted the same method, repelled Congluo, and frowned: "Are you here to be funny? This level of attack, what is the use of people like us, hurry up and use real skills, we still have something to do, I don't have time to ink with you!"

Cong Luo's face was ugly, as if he had been underestimated, and his self-esteem had been hit, he smiled coldly, rolled up his long ruler, and said softly: "Shenmu is the first forbidden!"

The sacred tree shone brightly, and the cyan light poured into the sky like grease, all of which were controlled by the long ruler and sprinkled towards Yang Buhuan.

Yang Buhuan's expression was serious, the golden rod trembled slightly, and he performed the ancestral golden rod stick method to compete with the long ruler.

Cong Luo kept drinking in his mouth, pinching the trick in his hand, Shenmu Nine Forbidden, but in a moment, he was unleashed, and a boxy cyan cage between them firmly trapped Yang Buhuan, Yang Buhuan was like a monkey, waving a golden rod, firmly protecting himself, and occasionally swinging a golden rod, the cage trembled slightly.

The sacred tree above the head of the bush was firmly suppressed on the cage, and the cyan light continued to merge into the cage, and the long ruler in his hand turned into a cyan streamer, constantly hitting Yang Buhuan.

Although Yang Buhuan was trapped, he didn't care at all, and laughed in the cage: "Cong Luo, this is all your ability? Very good, if it is an ordinary person, your hand can definitely suppress it, but I, do you know, who am I? ”

After that, Yang Buhuan gathered the golden rod and shouted wildly: "Clear the universe!"

The golden rod was swung out, and if it was the same golden dragon, it brought out a stream of golden light and swept towards the sacred tree above the cage.

I only heard the sound of crunching and tooth-aching, and the golden rod hit the roots of the sacred tree, and the roots of the hit flew and the sacred tree trembled.

Cong Luo's complexion changed greatly, and he hurriedly put away the sacred tree, this is his natal thing, at this moment he was almost wiped out by the golden rod, and he didn't know when he could repair it, so he was immediately sent to Zhihai and slowly repaired.

Turning around and glaring at Yang Buhuan, Cong Luo said hatefully: "Why are you so vicious?"

Yang Buhuan is inexplicable, what kind of logic is this? Is it only allowed for you to hit others, and others can't beat you?

Xuanyuan Feng said impatiently: "Cong Luo, you are also a famous genius, but you have to understand that there is a gap between geniuses and geniuses, you are not good at what you do, even if you are killed, you should have no complaints, you come to challenge, now that you are defeated, where is the face to blame others, leave quickly, don't hinder us from doing things." ”

Yan Que also persuaded: "Cong Luo, these people are better than you, just now Brother Yang is already merciful, if you are still entangled, it will not be good for you, let's leave quickly!"

Cong Luo said hatefully: "I planted it for a few days, and we have met in the mountains and rivers!"

After that, he turned into a blue light and left.

Long Aotian sighed and said: "There are worldly treasures, peerless tricks, such a mind, alas!"

Yan Que also regretted that such a person with a heart, even if he gave him the best cultivation exercises in the heavens and all worlds, the top magic weapon, it was a waste, and his heart was insufficient, and no one could save him.

I can't see it now, but when it comes to the future, the gap between him and others will get bigger and bigger.