Wang Qingyu could even feel the instability of the coercion on the top of the mountain, why did the master on the top of the mountain fluctuate? He looked at Zhou Cong who had caught up behind him with some jealousy. Is it because of www.biquge.info Pen, Fun, and Pavilion?

"No, it's impossible, why? Why have I walked to the end of the mountain under that coercion for so many years, and he is an unknown person who can make the master who has practiced for a hundred years a little fluctuating?" Wang Qingyu was even more resentful, he must not let him surpass himself, he couldn't help but speed up his pace, and the aura on his body quickly poured into his feet.

He couldn't help but feel a little proud, and he seemed to have victory in sight in the last hundred. It seems that she saw her sister Huang Que'er on the top of the mountain, with a surprised expression. He waited for him to really conquer the heart of the yellow finch.

"Hahaha, I saw that the cultivation of my Heavenly Sword Sect is not comparable to any small sect, and the authenticity of our Heavenly Sword Sect is not comparable to any wild way!" Wang Qingyu smiled proudly.

Zhou Cong's eyes suddenly burst with essence, she never minded others saying that he was from a small sect, and Cuiyunmen was not a big sect, but what about when others said that the master who treated him like a son was Ye Luzi?

"I'm not going to lose to anyone? Zhou Cong struggled in his heart, his steel teeth clenched, and his domineering energy poured into his legs more rapidly, like electricity, and a gust of wind hung up, leaving Wang Qingyu behind him in an instant.

One step at a time, the distance between them gradually narrowed, and there was one step, sweat soaked his clothes, no matter! The coercion made his muscles and bones ache abnormally, no matter! Lao Tzu must not lose!

Zhou Cong's footsteps are getting faster and faster, catching up, surpassing! Zhou Cong lay on the ground limply

"Senior Brother Wang, come up!" Zhou Cong pretended to sit leisurely on the big stone at the top of the mountain, leaned back and pouted, held a piece of grass in his mouth, squinted his eyes and said leisurely: "I think I'd better sleep first, don't forget to call me when Brother Wang comes up." ”

"Hehe" Wang Qingyu had a smile on his somewhat green face, but he was secretly shouting in his heart: "Hmph, when you are not useful to me, I will break you into ten thousand pieces!"

In fact, Wang Qingyu's speed was not too long, it was only a few tens of seconds, but these dozens of seconds were compared between bearing the pressure and going into battle easily, and the gap was even more than 108,000 miles. Wang Qingyu said: "Let's go, Brother Zhou will take you to meet the master, by the way, Brother Zhou, you haven't seen such a big person, hehe"

Wang Qingyu's words were full of disdain, and Zhou Cong had always been a little puzzled by his changes. Why did he invite a few of his own people to enter the Heavenly Sword Gate from the beginning, but now he is so cold and hostile to himself?

Zhou Cong smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, how could I have the opportunity to meet such a big man as the Heavenly Sword Sect Master in my small place in the poor countryside." Thank you Brother Wang for your introduction!"

"Hmph! Hillbilly is waiting to make a fool of himself!" Regarding Zhou Cong's humility, Wang Qingyu was even more arrogant, and walked into the palace door with his head up! He believed it would.

Can you get it back? Although Zhou Cong had no intention of winning, he also felt Wang Qingyu's deep hostility along the way, and quietly now his opinion of Wang Qingyu was changing. I don't know why I always feel that the distance between me and him is widening step by step, and even they are no longer friends, but enemies, but from Wang Qingyu's arrogance, he feels that it is a kind of cold arrogance towards his subordinates!

The hall of the Heavenly Sword Hall was empty, with a table and a chair, and there was only one person sitting.

It was an old man with a white beard, squinting his eyes slightly, and the momentum of the natural superior made the already empty hall even more depressing. Is this Huang Xuanyi? It must be because Wang Qingyu has already knelt down!

Zhou Cong just clenched his fists and bowed, which showed his respect for the elders, but he didn't want to be too humble.

Huang Xuanyi still didn't move, but his index finger tilted up slightly, just slightly tilted his index finger, but Zhou Cong's body couldn't bend down anymore.

"This! What kind of cultivation is this?" Zhou Cong boasted that he had rare opponents in the Tianji Continent, even in this Tianluo Continent, he was not necessarily weaker than anyone, but Huang Xuanyi's performance undoubtedly made him feel deeply shocked, yes, it was shocked!

That powerful support force made Zhou Cong can't help but take a few steps back to stabilize his figure, his hands have turned golden, facing that support, his hands are divided, and he immediately unloaded that force, bowed down and said: "Juniors meet the door master!"

The old man finally opened his eyes, and said to Zhou Cong with a smile: "What a smart little guy, hehe!

"The old man praised it falsely, it's just a fluke!" Zhou Cong said with a smile.

Huang Xuanyi didn't look in Wang Qingyu's direction from beginning to end, but only said to him coldly: "Get up, I can't stand your kneeling!"

Zhou Cong couldn't help but be stunned, it is said that Wang Qingyu, as the master's son-in-law of Chenglong, must be very pleasing to him, but why did he treat Wang Qingyu so coldly.

Zhou Cong has always felt that the atmosphere of the Heavenly Sword Gate is a little strange, and Bai Qingfeng, who seems to be a villain, seems to be very free and easy. And Wang Qingyu, who is humble and gentlemanly, seems to be better at jealousy.

Huang Que'er doesn't seem to like this fiancé very much, but Huang Xuanyi, the only one who supports Wang Qingyu, is also cold, do they have a grudge?

Who would believe this? Zhou Cong couldn't see what was wrong for a while, he only felt that the atmosphere in this place was a little depressing.

The relationship between the master and the apprentice doesn't seem to be as good as he feels.

"Your name is Zhou Cong, right?" Sect Master Huang Xuanyi asked slowly, "Are you willing to cultivate with me in the future?"

Zhou Cong saw Huang Xuanyi's strength, he desperately longed for strength, only enough strength could reveal the secret of the Seventh Spirit, and only strength could help him rescue Liu Yiyi. But he still shook his head!

"Thank you seniors for your love, Zhou has other things to do, forgive me!" Zhou Cong said without humility or arrogance.

Huang Xuanyi was a little surprised by Zhou Cong's refusal: "Do you know how many strong people compete to become my apprentices every year?"

"There must be a lot, but Zhou has only one master in his life, and he only recognizes one master, if I turn my back on the master, I will be forgiven for all difficulties!"

"I don't know how to lift!" Huang Xuanyi's words immediately became heavier, his slightly squinted eyes suddenly opened, and a sharp flash was like an open sword, cutting through the air.

Zhou Cong couldn't help but feel a tense in his heart, and the domineering energy on his body was running rapidly, and the pale yellow light lingered in front of him. The momentum seemed to pierce through the hall.

"Do you still want to do it with the old man?" Huang Xuanyi finished speaking, and flicked a sword qi with his fingers, as fast as lightning, and stabbed towards Zhou Cong's chest.

Zhou Cong shouted, the divine fist burst out, and when it met Gang, it was stronger when it met Gang, this punch shattered the world and swept the surrounding aura, all of which were converted to domineering. A huge fist shadow smashed down against that faint sword qi.

The hall was quiet, as if Zhou Cong's fist strength had not been released, and it seemed that there was no one in the hall at all. Only two people know deeply, that kind of earth-shattering crying ghosts and gods.

Huang Xuanyi stood there with a smile, as if he had never moved, and Zhou Cong's fist was dripping with golden blood.

Suddenly, Huang Xuanyi's face changed, she trembled and sat down on the chair, and kept repeating a sentence in her mouth: "It's you?

Huang Xuanyi's lonely face was full of despair, and he roared almost hysterically: "You are the devil! You are finally back! Why?"

It is true that Zhou Cong is a demon, because he has already entered the demon. But he's not a ghost, because he's not vicious enough!, but who is the person in Huang Xuanyi's mouth?