Ling Qianjian was worried about Hu Tutu's life, and his expression and expression were extremely nervous. If he went to the battlefield by himself, Ling Qianjian would definitely not be half nervous.

After cultivating for tens of thousands of years, how can Ling Qianjian not stop being through a hundred battles?

The Xuantian Sect Sword Immortal who was killed from the sea of blood in the Corpse Mountain, how could he be afraid of the battle of life and death?

But now that Hu Tutu is on the battlefield, Ling Qianjian is nervous.

It's just because Ling Qianjian not only doesn't hate Hu Tutu, but also admires Hu Tutu very much, and once thought of taking Hu Tutu as a true disciple, and even worshipping his own disciples, wanting to teach Hu Tutu what he has learned in person.

It's a pity that Hu Tutu Zhi is not here, he would rather die than obey, and even don't take a bath for ten days and a half months to stink Ling Qianjian, Ling Qianjian asked him to go east, he will go west, let him chase the dog, he will chase chickens, and Ling Qianjian is against him everywhere, unless Ling Qianjian beats him and kicks him, Hu Tutu will never listen to Ling Qianjian's words.

Non-violent non-cooperation!

Hu Tutu's attitude finally made Ling Qianjian unable to bear it, and he gave up his mind of accepting Hu Tutu as an apprentice.

Although the two have no master-apprentice relationship, Ling Qianjian cares about Hu Tutu very much.

Tang Jiawen had long known the relationship between Hu Tutu and Liu Yi, and he also had a good impression of this fat man, but now that Hu Tutu was involved, he looked very worried.

"Hututu is a kid with extraordinary means, so you don't need to worry. ”

Liu Yi smiled, raised his sword eyebrows, and actually used the method of sound transmission, and said to the Qingtian Great Immortal in the distance: "Qingtian Great Immortal, are you willing to gamble with me?"

Qingtian Daxian was staring at Hu Tutu and Fu Gaofeng in the air, and suddenly turned his head to stare at Liu Yi and asked, "What are you betting on?"

Qingtian Daxian is located on the west peak, and Liu Yi is located on the north peak.

Where the two were located, they met thousands of meters apart, several miles away.

However, the cultivator's ears and eyes are clear, his eyes are extremely sharp, and his method of transmitting sound is also very extraordinary, so although the two are separated by several miles, when they can transmit sound, there is not much difference between speaking and talking face-to-face.

Liu Yi smiled slightly, and said indifferently: "I bet that the fat man will win, and I am willing to bet on an immortal weapon." ”

"Don't bet!"

Qingtian Daxian's expression changed, but he flatly refused, and said: "This Daxian has already said that last night was the last moment of the gambling game, and you can't gamble anymore after last night." Ben Daxian is full of words, how can he regret it?"

"Haha......"

Liu Yi laughed out loud, looked at Qingtian Daxian with interest, but refused to say more, only thought in his heart: "When I asked him if he was willing to gamble a game, he asked me what I wanted to bet on. This has proved that he is not unwilling to gamble anymore. It was only because I bet on Hututu to win that he refused to accept the bet. Could it be that this Qingtian Great Immortal also decided that Hu Tutu would win? Hu Tutu had already reached the real human realm, and he had refined three dantians, and his strength was not below that of ordinary Pure Yang Realm cultivators, and he had cultivated the ancient breath technique that I had taught, and he had hidden his cultivation, how could the Blue Sky Great Immortal think that he would win?"

"It is rumored that the Holy Fire Sect gambled with him and used more than a dozen Lingshan Dojos to bet on my Xuantian Sect to lose, and the Qingtian Great Immortal took the bet. But Shen Haibing gambled with him, and the bet was also on the Lingshan Dojo, but this Qingtian Great Immortal refused to take the bet. It's just because what Shen Haibing is betting on is that my Xuantian Sect wins!"

......

Seeing that Liu Yi was silent, Qingtian Daxian also stood up, and said to Liu Yi from afar: "This Great Immortal has been focusing on gambling for 30,000 years, and those who should come should not refuse." It's just that gambling also has gambling rules, and people can't stand without trust, so please don't take this matter to heart. This seat sincerely welcomes Liu Daoyou, next time to gamble. ”

Liu Yi nodded and said no more.

However, at this moment, a blood-colored light flew in the air in the distance, falling more than ten meters away from the Blue Sky Great Immortal.

"Qingtian old ghost, if you don't poison him today, aren't you afraid that you won't have a chance to gamble with him in the future?"

A figure appeared in the blood light, his hair was red, his beard was red, even his eyes were red, and his body was as thin as a living fossil, wrapped in a red robe.

This person glanced at the Qingtian Great Immortal, and said, "Dao Xuanzong and Xuantian Sect have a total of ten battles. This Liu Yi will inevitably participate in several battles, and there is a good chance that he will die on the battlefield. It is rumored that this Liu Yi is blessed with boundless blessings, and there are many beautiful women around him. Although there are many beauties in my Qiongyu realm, there are very few who can compare to the women around him Liu Yi. I don't know who those big beauties will be cheaper after Liu Yi dies......?

Killed on the battlefield?

Liu Yi frowned, very disgusted with this blood-covered person, and thought in his heart: "I haven't participated in the war yet, and this person keeps saying that I will die ten times." What good is it for him that I am dead? I have no grievance with him, and he curses me like this. ”

"Red-blooded old monster, you don't have to speak wildly, be careful to wait for Xuantian Sect to win, and then come to you to settle accounts. Although you have the cultivation of Taiyi Golden Immortal, you can only learn to write crooked evil ways and magical powers. If Ling Wanjian escapes from the predicament one day, or if the Ling Qiu Sword that has become a god breaks through the sky, you will definitely die!"

Qingtian Daxian looked at the red-blooded old monster coldly, and said very indifferently: "The red-blooded old monster, you usually offend a lot of people, and you don't have any relatives and friends. If you die, I am afraid that there will be no one to collect your body, and no one to mourn you. ”

"Accept your sister!

The red-blooded old monster was annoyed and ashamed, and he wanted to fight with the Blue Sky Immortal, but after he turned around and looked at the two monks, he put away the blood-colored magic weapon that took out his sleeves, and said in a cold voice: "This seat is here to watch the play today, not to fight." If you provoke this seat again, this seat will definitely not give up! and...... You deserve to call me the Red Blood King, not the Red Blood Monster!"

Qingtian Daxian didn't care, "Old monster, you want to bite me?"

"Humph!"

The red-blooded old monster turned around and said, "I'll bet on this Fu Gaofeng to win, do you dare to bet with me?"

"Don't bet!"

Qingtian Daxian squinted his eyes and said, "The rules can't be broken. ”

Hu Tutu and Fu Gaofeng confronted each other in the air, and the two were about to kill each other several times, but they were stopped by the Sky Monk and the Vacuum Monk.

The two monks of Daning Temple were not in a hurry about the big war at all, and the vacuum monk slowly took out a flagpole from his sleeve and threw it next to the white jade ring.

The flagpole grows in the wind, changing to a height of more than 1,000 meters.

The vacuum monk took out a large gong with a diameter of three meters, hung it on the top of the big flag, and then gave a salute to the monk of the void, and a hammer that struck the gong appeared in his hand.

Bang! Bang!

Three gongs sounded, and the monk waved the sleeve of the monk's robe and shouted: "The first battle begins!

"Hu puppy, I see how you don't die this time!"

Fu Gaofeng only waited for the Sky Raider to finish speaking, then he held a white jade fan and rushed towards Hu Tutu gloomily, and the fan opened with a snap, like a cloud of white clouds pressing towards Hu Tutu.

Hututu was undaunted, his fingers pinching a spell, and billowing white smoke was released from his body......

As soon as this white mist and smoke appeared, it startled all the monks present.

Is it immortal?

Or is it demonic?