"Even so, he has reached the top of martial arts."
"Even my master is no match for Uncle Xinglan."
Lingxi said proudly: "In the land of Great Xia, perhaps only those few old monsters who have hidden themselves from the world and are dedicated to understanding the destiny can fight with Uncle Xinglan."
"It's not clear who is strong and who is weak."
"roar."
While we were talking, the shaking on the top of the mountain gradually subsided.
But the roar at the bottom of the mountain was even more urgent.
Vaguely, I saw a large amount of white mist gathering on Longgui Mountain.
Lots and lots of white mist gathered in the mid-air, and was swallowed up by the mountains like a long dragon.
"call out."
The sound of tearing could be heard from far away, and the waterfall resumed its flow.
Sanbo bowed and backed away, his eyes alert.
Lingxi said nervously: "Here we come."
"What, what's coming?" I asked next.
Lingxi didn't answer. Her eyes fell to the top of the waterfall, and her hands held my shoulders with extra strength.
I followed the direction of Lingxi and saw a large number of water droplets floating on the waterfall that had resumed its drooping.
"Whoa whoa whoa."
These water droplets floated more and more until they condensed into a water curtain more than one meter high.
San Bo immediately turned over the Nine Sun Mirror and smeared it with blood.
"boom."
The golden light rushed out from the Nine Sun Mirror and hit the air.
Only a crash was heard, and the water curtain exploded, turning into heavy rain covering the top of the mountain.
"Bah, bah, bah."
We were caught off guard and got soaked to the skin.
"Hahahahaha, useless Su Xinglan, no matter how you obstruct me, the turtle spirit will eventually be formed smoothly." Qu Changan laughed wildly and said: "If you have the ability, just like you did fifteen years ago, you can summon the Taixuan Sword. Maybe there will be more.
50% winning rate.”
Qu Changan's words moved my heart. I wiped the water stains on my face and asked: "Why can't my third uncle summon the Taixuan Sword in Mojiazhai? He is the master of the Taixuan Sword, doesn't he have the same mind?"
Pei Chuan sighed and said: "Within three thousand miles, Uncle Xinglan uses the Kunlun secret technique to burn his life, and he can sense the Taixuan Sword to come to help."
"Mojiazhai is more than three thousand miles away from Kunlun."
I shuddered and continued to ask: "What kind of turtle spirit is that water just now, that water floating outside the waterfall?"
"Yes, a turtle spirit born by luck." Pei Chuan said solemnly.
I rolled my eyes and said, "The turtle spirit is here, can't we go down the mountain now?"
"With San Bo holding it back, it will be enough time for us to leave Mojiazhai."
Ji Qinghe sneered and said: "How come Uncle Xinglan has a nephew like you? At this critical moment of life and death, you actually want to escape by yourself and ignore him."
"Well, what can I do if I don't run away?" I asked back: "Stay and burden my third uncle? Or become the hostage of the turtle spirit?"
"We are leaving. Isn't it better for Sanbo to be alone than to take us with us?"
"You..." Ji Qinghe was angry, but he couldn't find a suitable reason to refute me.
