Wu Hao saw a silver light fly to the girl's head, and the light disappeared and turned into a silver hairpin.

It seems that the attack just now was made by this woman, but Wu Hao saw that the broken rock was quite far away from where he was standing, it seemed that this woman did not want to kill herself, but just prevented herself from collecting medicine.

The cardinal monk and the monk surnamed Jiao below glanced at each other, and a group of people shrunk together, looking at the two people who suddenly appeared.

The two men didn't seem to notice all this, and talked to themselves.

"Fifth Grandfather, is that the Heartless Fruit?"

The girl looked fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in purple, with a delicate face, with an inquiring little face, looking at the old man with a hint of innocence.

The old man, on the other hand, had a thin face and cloudy eyes, and at first glance he was a man with a strange temper.

But looking at the girl, this person showed a smile, with a hint of doting in his eyes.

"Yes, this is the heartless fruit, after giving it to you, it will improve your strength a little. ”

The monk surnamed Jiao looked at this ancestor and grandson who had no one in his eyes, with a trace of ugliness on his face, after all, such a group of people like them were ignored like this, and no one looked good, let alone an arrogant person like the monk surnamed Jiao.

However, when he saw the old man's cultivation in the late stage of the Qi cultivation period, although he was resentful, he still had a stiff smile on his face.

"Senior, I am a member of the Jiao family of the Nanling Xiuzhen family in Qingyun Prefecture, and I hope that my predecessor can leave us one or two. ”

When the old man heard this, he looked at the monk surnamed Jiao, but he didn't give the so-called Nanling Jiao family any face.

"Here you go, you're giving me a reason"

The girl also looked at the people opposite, with an indifferent expression, which was very similar to the playful appearance just now.

The monk surnamed Jiao felt the people behind him staring at him, and couldn't help but straighten up.

"Seniors, the unintentional fruit is the first to be discovered by the juniors, and we have lost some manpower for this, so I don't think it's wrong to get one or two grains. ”

"Oh, yes, but that's not enough. ”

The old man's eyes narrowed, and he said something that seemed reasonable.

When the monk surnamed Jiao saw this, he thought that it was really the family that made this person jealous, so he couldn't help but be bolder.

"And ...... Also, the guardian demon beasts here have also been shot down by us, so they should give us some."

The beautiful woman behind the monk surnamed Jiao, seeing that the monk surnamed Jiao was in danger, and dared to reason with the old man, she couldn't help but have a tall image in her heart, and her eyes were also full of strange brilliance.

The old man smiled at the monk surnamed Jiao, but it was only for a moment, the old man's face was full of murderous aura, and a purple-black handprint was printed, and one hit the monk surnamed Jiao.

The monk surnamed Jiao spat out a large mouthful of donated blood, and shouted with disbelief on his face.

"I'm a descendant of the Nanling Jiao family, how dare you make a move on me, aren't you afraid of your family being retaliated against. ”

The purple-clothed girl snorted coldly, with disdain on her face.

The old man smiled fiercely, and another palm print hit the monk surnamed Jiao.

Although the monk surnamed Jiao screamed fiercely, he had always been wary of the old man.

Seeing the palm print, the monk surnamed Jiao pinched his hand, and a fiery red Wu hook greeted him.

However, the old man was in the late stage of the Qi cultivation period, how could he be resisted by a monk surnamed Jiao in the middle of the Qi training period.

Wu Hook only resisted slightly, and was blown away by the palm print, and the aura was dim.

The monk surnamed Jiao felt a pain in his chest, and when he was connected to the magic weapon, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

The palm print was unabated, and it roared and pounced on the monk surnamed Jiao.

The monk surnamed Jiao rolled on the ground in embarrassment, which was avoidable.

However, the old man did not have the slightest intention of stopping, a snake-headed crutch broke through the air, and the little snake entrenched on the crutch actually came to life in a flash, wagging his tail and sticking out his tongue at the monk surnamed Jiao, seeing that this magic weapon did not seem to be a low-level magic weapon.

The monk surnamed Jiao's face was gloomy, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, the little finger of his left hand shattered violently, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

There was a flash of inspiration on the storage bag, and a picture scroll stopped in front of the monk surnamed Jiao.

Under the decision of the monk surnamed Jiao, the picture scroll unfolded hulala, but there was nothing inside.

However, at this time, the blood mist on the side was distorted, and it turned into a rune and was imprinted on the picture scroll.

The scroll was originally just a yellowed white piece of paper, but at this time, a vague outline appeared, faintly becoming a sharp sword.

Maybe it's because the blood mist isn't enough to fully transform.

But the vague outline flickered at the crutch.

The crutches slammed down, blocked by the faint sword in front of them, and the two sides were evenly matched.

However, the monk surnamed Jiao shouted at the red-clothed monk and the others, "Chen Daoyou, if you don't make a move at this time, wait for when." ”

The cardinal monk hesitated in his eyes, but he also took out the folding fan in his hand and hit the old man.

The rest of the people, those who can use magic weapons also beat out magic weapons, and those who can't also use various spells.

For a while, the morale of the monk surnamed Chen was greatly increased.

When the old man's face sank when he saw this, he was about to use some powerful means.

However, the purple-clothed girl next to her stood a few steps forward, and the old man turned a blind eye.

In the face of these various attacks, the girl in purple crossed her hands, closed her eyes, and recited a secret language that was difficult to understand.

The girl's voice is high and low, and a faint purple mist gradually grows around, setting off the girl's beauty.

The purple mist slammed forward, drowning out all attacks.

But I saw that the various spells that had originally come were suddenly slammed and disappeared in a moment.

The magic weapon that originally emitted spiritual light also buzzed a few times, dimmed and fell to the ground.

The monk surnamed Chen and the others changed their faces one by one, and when they looked at the girl in purple, they felt an indescribable horror.

The purple-clothed girl turned pale, and then took a pill before a trace of redness appeared.

It can be seen that although this secret technique is very strange, it is still a great burden for the girl.

Immediately, indifference appeared on the girl's face, and a pair of beautiful eyes swept towards everyone.

A piece of training came out of his mouth, which was absorbed by the silver hairpin, and turned into a silver ray and shot towards everyone.

In the midst of everyone's haste, only a few people reacted, and the rest felt a pain in their heads and fainted.

When the rest of the monks surnamed Chen and the others saw this result, their faces turned pale and they didn't dare to make the slightest move.

On the other side, even if the secret treasure of the monk surnamed Jiao was good, but the follow-up force was not good, and gradually it was not supported, and it was swept away by the snake staff, flying out, and the picture scroll turned into white paper and was closed.

Only then did the monk surnamed Jiao and his party understand that there was a big difference in the strength between their group and the other party.

At the moment, the monk surnamed Jiao no longer had half of his complacency on his face, but replaced it with a fear that he had never felt before.

Because he felt the old man's undisguised killing intent, it was the first time he was so close to death.

He doesn't want to die yet, as the most potential clansman of the Jiao family, it is not an exaggeration to be the head of the clan in the future.

What's more, he has a greater ambition, that is, to enter Qingyunmen, and then improve his cultivation step by step, even if he reaches the foundation, it is not indispensable, at that time, he is also a figure in Qingyunmen, and his family can be one step closer......

However, the reality is so cruel.

My life and death are between the other party's thoughts, what can I do?

The beautiful nun who originally followed the monk surnamed Jiao also helped the monk surnamed Jiao in the past, with a worried look on her face.

However, at this time, the monk surnamed Jiao was in the mood to pay attention to these, and quickly looked for a way to deal with it.

The old man looked at the girl in purple and saw that she was merciful, and said with a serious face.

"You girl, since you have made a move, how can you keep a living mouth, you must be ruthless. ”

Between speaking, five fingers and one shot out a few spiritual rays.

A few people who were originally asleep had a hole in their foreheads, and wisps of blood flowed out, and they died.

Although the girl in purple is kind-hearted, she understands the truth.

However, the old man's move made the monks surnamed Chen and the monks surnamed Jiao look sink.

As soon as the old man came out again, the snake staff turned into an afterimage and hit the monk surnamed Jiao.

The monk surnamed Jiao stared, and actually threw the beautiful woman beside him forward, turning himself into an afterimage and escaping through the air.

The beautiful woman's complexion changed greatly, and she looked abandoned by her beloved man, a tear flowed from the corner of her eye, and she was swallowed by the snake staff.

The beautiful woman's body stiffened, and she fell weakly, staring with empty eyes, leaving the wordless tears.

The woman in purple was furious, and the bearer Yinchai chased after her.

The old man was indifferent, and turned his head to look at the rest of the people.

The monk surnamed Chen showed surprise on his face, and turned into a ray of light and was about to flee, and several other people also fled together.

However, after the old man laughed fiercely, the snake-headed cane was like a streamer, piercing several people in an instant.

With a flick of the cane, he was about to attack the monk surnamed Chen.

The monk's face changed drastically, and he actually had a sense that he could not escape this catastrophe.

However, at this moment, the black eagle, which was originally injured and fell to the ground, suddenly let out a terrible hiss and spread far away.

The next moment, there was also a whistling sound in the sky.

But I saw a black eagle several feet long circling over, looking at the black eagle on the field, and suddenly let out an angry chirp.

The black eagle's feathers glowed with a hint of cold light, and he pounced on the old man with the highest cultivation on the field.

Looking at the momentum emitted by this black eagle, it is also true that the cultivation of the seventh layer of the Qi cultivation period is true.

The old man felt the whistling coming from behind him, and with a change of the snake's head crutch, he hit the black eagle.

The monk surnamed Chen was overjoyed, and his figure disappeared under the continuous flashing.

However, at this time, the old man didn't care about this, but he saw that the crutch that was originally hit was actually slammed into the mouth by the black eagle, and a bloody shadow flashed away, but it knocked the crutch away.

Before he had time to check what the blood shadow was, his finger pressed sharply towards the heavenly spirit, and a golden scale appeared.

Immediately, the scales burst out of the air, swelled in the wind, and turned into the size of a person, covering the old man inside.

The red shadow in the Black Hawk's mouth struck the golden scales, which emitted a golden light, and they took it steadily.

When the blood shadow stopped, a small snake appeared.

However, it is connected to the mouth of the black eagle, and judging by its appearance, it should be the snake head of the black eagle, and it seems that this is a mutated black eagle.

Compared with ordinary demon beasts, mutant demon beasts are not only more powerful, but also have some more strange features.

The head of this black eagle snake is actually a small red snake, and there are scales flashing up and down its body, which is more terrifying than ordinary magic weapons.

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