Li Xuan bypassed several alleys and came to the place where several Nascent Soul Stages were fighting.
Li Xuan used secret techniques to hide the aura around him, and then looked forward.
Six monks were fighting in a big fight here, and Li Xuan couldn't recognize who was who. After observing for a while, he came to a certain conclusion about the camps of both sides.
The three of them, Wang Qu, were covering each other, so they must be on the side of the Lord of Ironwood City.
Li Xuan thought, and then a strange mallet appeared in his hand.
Li Xuan bent his back and secretly moved forward with the help of some stone shelters on the edge of the ancient street.
Because they were fighting an extremely fierce battle, they didn't notice Li Xuan for a while.
In the distance, some Lianyun Sect monks who couldn't intervene noticed Li Xuan's figure.
He gently patted the fellow student next to him and said softly: "Hey, hey, look, is that person the uncle of our Lianyun Sect, and is the person behind him the saint?"
"Yes, yes, that's him. He took away my ideal and turned it into ashes. I know him. What is he going to do? He's still holding this strange mallet in his hand?"
"Didn't he die in the outer realm? Why did he suddenly appear? Oh my God? He sneaked up and looked in that direction. Isn't he going to sneak attack the ancestor of the Wang family?"
Many Lianyun Sect monks who were currently in the Qi training period and could not intervene in the battle started to stir, looked in the direction of Li Xuan, and started whispering.
At this time, many monks who were not strong enough to intervene in the battle also noticed the sneaking figure in front of them and started discussing in low voices.
"He only has strength in the foundation building stage. What does he want to do? A sneak attack? Isn't this just seeking death?"
"That's so bold. I admire his courage."
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Everyone was focused on watching the sneaking figure. Many people even stopped watching the battle between Xiang Lihua and the Lord of Ironwood City. They all wanted to see what Li Xuan was going to do?
Li Xuan sneaked behind a stone. At this time, Wang Qu formed a magic seal in his hand. His momentum continued to rise, and a sixth-grade low-level magic sword was directly thrown out.
"Old Wang, your magical sword is too weak!" A companion at the Nascent Soul stage said with some dissatisfaction.
Wang Qu thought of the boy who had robbed him of all his years of savings, magical formations, and spiritual stone magic weapons, so that he now had to use a sixth-grade low-level magic sword.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get angry and said angrily: "If you want to take care of it, I can do no less than you."
Li Xuan suddenly felt a wave of resentment in the air, and his swastika skills slowly began to increase.
It's strange that I have gained negative emotions before I took action. Could it be that this old boy discovered me?
Li Xuan felt excited for a while, and then hid himself.
Some low-level monks from the Lianyun Sect couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's not that he doesn't dare to take action. I thought he was so brave?"
Li Xuan waited for a while and confirmed that Wang Qu had not noticed him. He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and then he stuck out his head and looked forward.
The round and shining back of Wang Qu's head once again appeared five steps away from Li Xuan.
From this distance, I can definitely make a sneak attack.
Li Xuan became excited. He finally understood that the back of his head was hit specifically for him.
Li Xuan held the dog-beating mallet in his hand, took a deep breath, then jumped up, then raised the dog-beating mallet in his hand and hit the round back of the head in front of him.
The monks in the distance who noticed Li Xuan's feat with concern were stunned as they stared at Li Xuan's leaping figure.
Darling, he really dares to take action.
Wang Qu was still forming seals and instructing the magic sword to kill forward. He didn't notice that a figure suddenly jumped out from behind him.
The three Nascent Soul stage monks in front of Wang Qu couldn't help but froze when they saw the figure that suddenly flew out.
This kid, who is he?
Damn, this is just a foundation-building period, no, now we are just monks in the Qi-training period!
Seeing the surprised looks of the three people in front of him, Wang Qu thought that he had scared the other party with his move, so he couldn't help laughing: "Haha, you must have been scared by me! I have a thousand years of foundation, although I can't go any further, it is still extremely scary.
Yes, you three are no match for me if you fight alone."
As soon as Wang Qu finished speaking, there was a sudden bang, and then the back of his head felt numb, his brain became dizzy, and he staggered forward and fell forward.
The spiritual sword he just controlled also fell directly behind him.
This scene stunned everyone!
This is crazy?
What's going on?
Wang Qu resisted the feeling of dizziness in his head, turned around and looked back, and immediately saw a familiar figure wearing blue clothes, running back with his sixth-grade magic sword in his hand.
My sixth-grade magic sword!!!
Seeing this figure, Wang Qu immediately understood who the attacker was. He was immediately filled with anger, his mind felt dizzy, and his heart almost became unstable.
"You bastard, damn it, draft horse..." Wang Qu roared in his heart, but because he couldn't move, he was so angry that he kept vomiting blood from his mouth.
The three Nascent Soul stage monks who had just been suppressed and beaten by Wang Qu and the others saw the opportunity and took action one after another.
The low-level monks of Lian Yun Sect in the distance were also dumbfounded and remained silent for a long time.
Li Xuan felt the extremely strong anger, and he was holding a sixth-grade magic sword in his hand, and he burst into joy.
He made a sneak attack and ran away, but he didn't expect that his magic sword would just fall into his hand.
No matter how bad a sixth-grade magic weapon is, it is estimated to have tens of thousands of spiritual stones.
Moreover, the degree of metalization of the swastika has soared, jumping several percentage points to reach 13%.
This wool is so slim!
Li Xuan bared his teeth and smiled.
The sudden change that occurred on Wang Qu's side also caused many monks to look over. They saw a monk in the Qi Refining Stage running back with Wang Qu's magic sword in his hand, and their minds immediately went into panic.
Faced with the fierce attack of the three men, Wang Qu and his two fellow monks tried their best to block the three men's attack.
After a long while, Wang Qu used his spiritual power to calm down his concussion, jumped up and let out a shocking roar: "You bastard, I will cut you into thousands of pieces. I, Wang Qu, have been here for 1,700 years, and I have never
I have never suffered this loss before.”
This roar directly drowned out the sound of the battle between Xiang Lihua and Temu Zhenren.
At this time, he was already furious and suffered two consecutive defeats at the hands of this kid, and he was beaten in the same position.
He looked at Li Xuan's figure and started to chase him, wanting to kill Li Xuan at all costs.
At this time, one of his companions stopped her.
"Old Wang, if you go after that kid, the two of us can't beat the three of them, think again!" the Nascent Soul Stage monk said hurriedly.
He stopped and looked at the figure running away with the spiritual sword in the distance, his back molars were broken.