The old man Shoumei shouted: "Bald donkey, you dare!"

The formation can no longer be maintained, under the fierce confrontation between the two forces, the coercion generated is endless, even if there are two people outside who are constantly perfecting the formation, it still does not help.

"Go!" Seeing that the formation could no longer be repaired, the middle-aged man in white threw out a cyan three-legged tripod, and the two of them were shrouded in the three-legged tripod at once.

The white-clothed middle-aged man who returned to the clouds shook his head, and said in his mouth: "It's really uneasy, it's okay if the witch gate is a scum, after all, it is a half-demon land, how can the Buddha gate produce such a scum!"

The bronze tripod became transparent, making it easier for others to see, and the frightened crowd finally relaxed a little.

The Hell Shura Dao, the claws of ghosts in the sky, and the attack on the soul made Wu Qiutian overwhelmed.

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe pushed the old man Shoumei, as if he wanted him to come to the rescue, but the latter waved his hand, and his eyes motioned for the middle-aged man in the yellow robe to continue watching.

The ghost claws dispersed, and only the witch breath was swept away, but the giant axe behind the witch breath was not swept away, and after a miserable scream, Zhiyuan was split in half from head to toe, and the blood rain in the sky swayed out and fell on Wu Qiutian.

Wiping a handful of bloodstains with a fishy smell on his face, Wu Qiutian put the giant axe and the small black sword into his body with a cold face, walked to Zhiyuan's side, took off the storage bag on his body, and threw it into his storage bag without looking at it.

/一/本/Read/Novel YBDU Zhiyuan died, the three-legged tripod was taken back by the middle-aged man, and the light mask formed by the formation condensed fell, Wu Qiutian stood proudly on the spot, looking at King Mijian with a dignified gaze: "But there are still people who dare to fight with me!"

The middle-aged man parted the crowd and walked to the side of the martial arts stage: "This little brother has extraordinary skills, I admire him, I don't know where the little brother is from?"

The old man of Shou Mei followed closely behind the middle-aged man, and many middle-aged people around him also squeezed out of the crowd to follow him.

Wu Qiutian glanced at him in surprise and didn't speak, because he noticed that Mi Jian's face was very wrong with the middle-aged man in the yellow robe, and he was not in a hurry to speak.

The yellow clothes were different from the tights of the God Emperor Valley, and the middle-aged man did not have any cultivation aura on him.

A figure floated down from the sky, nodding slightly at the yellow-robed middle-aged man, and the white-robed middle-aged man walked straight to the crowd.

"Old friend, don't say hello to me when you come, don't you think that my Nanchu is a wild place, and you look down on me as an old friend!" The middle-aged man in white walked in front of a pair of peasant fathers and sons, stopped, and his eyes were scorching.

The old farmer pulled the young man behind him: "Old friend, this is not the place to talk, I didn't want to bother, since you found out, find a place to have a drink!"

The middle-aged man in white stepped back: "I haven't seen you for many years, you old boy beat me for those fine wines as soon as we met, and I wouldn't have come down to look for you if I knew it." ”

The old peasant looked at Wu Qiutian with a deep gaze, and with his gaze, the middle-aged man also looked at Wu Qiutian, and then looked at the old peasant with some doubts.

Under the leadership of Zhou Xianru, the masters of Zhirutang saluted the middle-aged man in white, who just waved his hand, put the group of people aside, and walked directly towards Wu Qiutian.

The old man Shou Mei let go of half of his body, bowed down and said, "Senior Dong is fine." ”

"Go, go, I know. Your Majesty, do you have a crush on this kid?" asked the middle-aged man in white at the middle-aged man in yellow robe.

Zhou Xianru kept giving Wu Qiu Angel a look behind his back, and after Wu Qiutian saw it, he had a lot of thoughts in his heart.

This middle-aged man in white can make a group of Confucian masters respectfully salute, and his surname is Dong, except for Dong Shuzhong, the old master of the Confucian Hall, he really can't think of anyone else.

However, the identity of the middle-aged man in the yellow robe made him a little surprised, it turned out that he was the emperor of Southern Chu, no wonder King Mi Fang's face changed greatly after seeing him.

But it was the two people dressed as peasants, one old and one young, who made him unable to figure out the details. If he met these two people on the street, he really couldn't see that such a person could know an old Confucian master like Dong Shuzhong.

Mi Jian, who was blue with a blue face, walked in front of the middle-aged man in the yellow robe with difficulty, and gave a military salute: "The last general Mi Jian will see the emperor." ”

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe waved his hand: "Get up! The military affairs in the army have not been handled, but they have gone to the street to show off their might, you British king, you have done a really good job." When did you get to know someone from Buddhism, you didn't tell me. ”

Mi Jian was so frightened that if his younger brother was angry, it would be fine, but if he couldn't bear it, it meant that he was really angry.

"Go back to the barracks! Don't be embarrassed here. After snorting heavily, Mijian was relieved.

Soon someone came to clean up Zhiyuan's body, and the king of England glanced at Wu Qiutian fiercely, and left without looking back.

Feng Manlou kept beating around the periphery with a full storage pocket, because there were a few strong men blocking him, and he couldn't get over.

Wu Qiutian glanced at the yellow-robed man, who waved his hand, and soon, Feng Manlou came to him with a storage bag full of gold and silver goods and spirit stones.

Wu Qiutian didn't look much at the spirit stone, but noticed a small silver hook in the corner.

Seeing him take the small hook out of the storage bag and look at it carefully, the middle-aged man in white raised his eyebrows, but he didn't move, and the hook was in his hand.

Wu Qiutian said with a cold face: "Senior, in front of the public, in front of everyone's eyes, it is inevitable that you will have a ** share!"

Dong Shuzhong said lightly: "What a stingy Wumen boy, I just borrowed something from you to see, what's all the fuss." ”

"There is always a affection for borrowing things, and the juniors don't even know who the seniors are, so it seems that they don't have the obligation to lend things to the seniors. Wu Qiutian didn't care so much, and guessed in his heart that eighty percent of this middle-aged man was Dong Shuzhong, the ancestor of Confucianism.

Sure enough, Dong Shuzhong was not angry, and waved his hand at Zhou Xianru behind him: "This is the eldest brother that your kid swears to follow?

There was no joy or anger on Dong Shuzhong's face, and Zhou Xianru said cautiously: "Ancestor, this..."

After confirming his identity, Wu Qiutian hurriedly said: "The younger generation has eyes and doesn't know Taishan, it turns out that he is the predecessor of the Confucian Hall. Since it was the predecessor of Zhirutang who took a fancy to this little hook, he took it. ”

"Yo, Xianru, your face is bigger than the old man. Dong Shuzhong played with the hook in his hand.

After neither of them spoke, he carefully examined the hook in his hand.

The hook body is dark, and the word frost and snow is engraved on it, and at the handle of the hook, there is a small Xu character.

Throw the hook to Wu Qiutian: "The old man has never seen any treasures, and he is not enough to covet this little thing." Maybe you will be able to use it in the future, this is the thing of Emperor Xu Fu, there are only three handles in the whole Kyushu, and it is your blessing that you can take one handle. ”

"It's... What's the use?" Wu Qiutian asked puzzled.

Dong Shuzhong turned his head and glared at the two peasants, one old and one young, and then explained: "This is the magic weapon created by Xu Fu after the death of Xu Fu's original wife Shuangxue. There is nothing peculiar about this, but the magic forging method of the cadre has made these three Wu hooks spiritual, that is to say, as long as there are enough materials, you can ask the cadre to make a move and make it into a spiritual treasure. ”

After getting the explanation, Wu Qiutian nodded contentedly, thinking that he had been with Xuanyuan Ziyi for so long, and he hadn't given her a decent gift.

If this Wu hook is upgraded and forged into a spirit treasure, it may be a good gift.

You must know that the people in the fairy world above the legend do not have spiritual treasures, and the innate spiritual treasures are hard to find, and the machine spirits bred in them are not something that ordinary people can surrender.

Even if you are lucky enough to subdue the machine spirit in it, you can't do it like an arm.

The spirit treasure created after tomorrow is different, before the spirit in the spirit treasure is not opened, the master uses blood to recognize the master, and then puts on the formation ban, leaving his own divine sense brand.

In this way, after the machine spirit appears to be wise, there will only be one master in his life, and even if it is snatched away, the enemy will not be able to use this spirit treasure.

The master is like the parents of the machine spirit, which will give the machine spirit an innate sense of dependence. This kind of spiritual treasure is the most useful.

On the contrary, although the attack power of the Innate Spirit Treasure is amazing, if it is not recognized by the machine spirit, it is very likely to backfire itself. Unless the machine spirit is willing to recognize the master and is willing to communicate with you, few people dare to use the innate spirit treasure in their hands.

The people who have always used the innate spirit treasure are all giants, and their cultivation is extremely high, and they can make the spirit of the instrument willingly recognize the master.

The Ganqi in Wu Qiutian's hand is such a spiritual treasure, and the machine spirit has not been able to communicate with Wu Qiutian's mind until now, so that he can be commanded by his arm, but the Ganqi's machine spirit will not give him Yin at a critical time.

was snickering, and suddenly felt someone pulling his arm, and when he looked at it, it turned out to be Zhou Xianru.

Dong Shuzhong smiled slightly, and walked towards the two peasants, an old man and a young man, while the middle-aged man in the yellow robe looked at Wu Qiutian expectantly: "Little brother, would you like to join Nanchu and become my Nanchu worship?"

Zhou Xianru pulled him because the emperor was watching him talk, and he didn't react at all.

smiled apologetically to the emperor: "Don't hide it from Your Majesty, Wu Qiutian is an outcast of the Wumen, and the Valley of the Divine Emperor and the Wumen are eager to kill me and hurry up." Your Majesty wants me to be worshiped in Nanchu, aren't you afraid that the Divine Emperor Valley and the Wumen will be held accountable?"

The emperor smiled slightly: "With the ability of the God Emperor Valley, plus the three witch sects, they don't dare to be enemies of Southern Chu." The six major forces are not easy to mess with, and neither are the nine empires that protect themselves. Besides, because of the matter of Zhirutang, I, Nan Chu, have already been on the same page as the God Emperor Valley, and with you a young hero, what can he do to the God Emperor Valley!"

Wu Qiutian coughed dryly: "In the lower cultivation, it is no more than the fourth layer of the ground level, and it seems that he is not qualified to enter the main worship position." ”

The emperor laughed: "Just because you are the fourth layer of the ground level, if your cultivation is high, I am still embarrassed to invite Nan Chu." As long as the little brother can agree, the door of my Nanchu Offering Pavilion will be open for you at any time. ”

"Since Your Majesty has warmly invited, it is better to obey your orders than to be respectful. Wu Qiutian nodded in agreement, which is not a good thing for the developing Breaking Heaven. What the other party values is nothing more than that he can kill Zhiyuan, a high-level cultivator, with the fourth layer.

At this moment, a miserable cry came from outside the school grounds, and the voice was from King Mijian.