Asha asked carefully, and Xiao Jiang also gave serious instructions. You must know that Xiao Jiang's understanding is incredible, and the problems in Asha's cultivation are very simple for him.
The two of them kept whispering and communicating in the corner. An ordinary-looking man not far away occasionally glanced at them. After half an hour, the man stood up and left. Xiao Jiang stared at his back and smiled thoughtfully.
laugh.
Asha asked curiously
"Brother Xiao, do you know this person?"
Xiao Jiang himself certainly does not know everyone, but he has a Red Queen, and the database detected by the Red Queen is very huge. Xiao Jiang has already read the relevant information of the man, and when he heard Asha asking, he shook his head and smiled.
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"It's okay. You can practice well after you go back. I plan to go see the holy tree and then leave. See you again, Asha."
Asha knew Xiao Jiang was leaving, she said with a little sadness
"Brother Xiao, now that I'm gone, I don't know when I can see you again. Maybe when I see you again, you will already be standing on the top of Kuanglan Continent."
Xiao Jiang waved his hand and left directly. His hatred with the Holy Dragon Empire was getting bigger and bigger. Xiao Jiang was not sure at all about the Holy Dragon Ancestor in the temple. Unless that guy died like the Feilong King, he would not be able to do it now.
There is no chance to kill the opponent.
The gap in cultivation was too big. Even if he unleashed all his strength, as long as he didn't use nuclear bombs, it would be impossible to kill a master close to the Martial Master Realm head-on.
Killing him is only worth 700,000 for a low-grade King of Martial Arts. No matter how big a mosquito is, it is still meat, so you should finish him off first."
Sheng Yuan's pupils shrank and his momentum widened again. I soared into the sky. When I reached a height of 800 feet, I turned around and fell like a meteor. I struck directly with Heaven's Hate in my hand.
Just as Yuan Jing was laughing wildly, I suddenly felt a murderous intention coming from above, and a mysterious and mysterious sword light struck from above without any warning.
"Come on, let's play with you. I haven't made any moves for a long time, and my body bones are not stiff yet."
Because Sheng Yuan is a fellow martial arts practitioner, his strength is dozens of times lower than that of the same level, but the difference is too small, and I lose my crushing ability. I can suppress my opponent in just a few moves, so I have no chance.
Yuan Jing was stunned for a moment. Was Yin Chong still low in the sky just now? Why did he appear above him now? And that sword gave me a breath of destruction. Yuan Jing hurriedly moved all the cultivations he could activate.
He reached out and used his claws to weakly grab at the sword energy.
"biu..."
"Jiejiejiejie..."
But later, Yin Chong saw that this woman was one of the ten spies of the Holy Dragon Palace. Yin Chong pretended to know her and left blatantly. In fact, it was not to attract one or two Holy Dragon Shengyuan. If she killed him, besides his own harm,
It can help Seven Little Empires reduce stress.
"Who is he?"
If Xiao Jiang wants to continue to rapidly improve his cultivation level, it is already much slower than before. I have calculated that if I want to deal with the low-level players in the early stage of Wu Zun, I have to reach the first level of Sheng Yuan at most.
Yin Chong stopped far away, looked left and right, and then at the wretched old man. I don't know this person. I have no image of these old guys in the Holy Dragon Palace. This person is not.
"Who are you? Your name has been mentioned by someone for seven thousand years, but today he was lucky enough not to hear your name.
Yin Chong's eyes narrowed slightly. He could not be sure of killing Guan Yu. I have never heard of Sheng Yuan or the Red Man Emperor.
Yin Chong let out a small drink, and a relatively slow sword energy struck straight out. In the blink of an eye, the sword energy had not reached behind Yuan Jing, but the guy just squeezed his hand, and a claw figure of about ten feet pinched the sword energy, and in a burst
The sword energy shattered with a crackling sound. Sheng Yuan looked at his palm and said hehe
The sword energy like a rainstorm fell, Yuan Jing smiled slightly, I raised my hand in the air to resist the falling sword energy, but although the power of the sword was gathered, the sword energy scattered everywhere would surround it before it fell.
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Yin Chong landed on the top of the mountain, and when he asked the question, the black jade sword had not yet appeared in his hand. The wretched old man Jie Jie said with a smile.
Separated from Asha, Yin worshiped the holy tree hundreds of miles away. It was dark all the way down and I walked in a small way, and my purpose was of course to pay homage. I left the holy tree and retreated all the way north.
Among the mountains.
"It's so bad. If we fight at the same level, I will definitely die."
Nearby, Yuan Jing's head and body were broken into two sections, and his eyes were full of confusion. I, Xiao Jiang, a fourth-level low-level player, was actually killed by someone much higher than me.
In a very strange sound, the sword energy strangely bypassed the claw marks and passed over Yuan Jing's body. Yin Chong, who was above me, tried to avoid the claw marks. Although I used teleportation, my vest was also scratched by the claw marks.
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"Sure enough, without two brushes, that knife actually caused a white mark to appear on your palm. If he had been more powerful, he might have broken your skin."
When they arrived thousands of miles away, a burst of sinister laughter came from behind, and they saw a skinny and wretched old man laughing wildly on the top of the mountain, with an inexplicable mocking look in his octagonal eyes.
Four thousand years later, you are killing people in all directions. Even the seven small empires have sent countless low-level assassins to hunt you down, but they still can't do anything about you. You were worse than he is now, and your name is
Called Yin Cong, Jie Jie... That time the Holy Dragon Ancestor gave you 10 million low-grade Martial King, as long as you kill him and his master Guan Yu.
As I spoke, I grabbed out dense claw marks in all directions, and with a rumble, all the sword energy was exploded.
"Tsk, tsk, you are old and not a seventh-level low-level player of Xiao Jiang. He is indeed a dragon among men and a genius from Wanshi. It's a pity that he is worth 700,000 low-grade Martial King, and you only destroyed his genius."
Yuan Jing looked at Yin Chong with contempt. In my eyes, Sheng Yuan was not a turtle in the urn yet. Seeing Yin Chong's momentum getting stronger and stronger, I stretched out a hand and said without caring.
Several hundred meters away, Sheng Yuan fell to the edge of the cliff. All the soft armor and clothes under my back were gone. A layer of faint golden light did not hurt me, but my face turned white at the moment.
It was bleeding, and it was obvious that even if I was caught by the force of the claw, my defense could not block it.
Guo Yin Chong is also a master who can be manipulated by others. I know that there will inevitably be a fierce battle today. The energy in my body suddenly increased to its peak, and the Xuanyu sword in my hand also showed a light blue light, a powerful and powerful force.
The breath shot out from under me into the sky, forcing a thousand-foot hole in the clouds 10,000 meters low.
If he didn't have the ability, Yin Chong would personally destroy the underlings of the Holy Dragon Empire. If he had the ability, he would have to rely on the Seven Small Empires.
"puff."
As soon as Yuan Jing broke through a dozen sword qi, I was surprised to find hundreds of sword qi coming from around me from all directions. I laughed wildly.
In a short period of time, it is possible for Yin Chong to reach the first level of Sheng Yuan. Even if my perception is a thousand times that of others and I don't have the Golden Pill and Dragon Yuan in my hand, I still need time to accumulate my strength before I can make a breakthrough.
