Chapter 110: It can only be regarded as a robbery of the demon head
Chang Huaijin glanced at the other calm-looking young man wielding a whip behind him, and tickled Wu Yu's neck twice.
Wu Yu shrank back a little and gave him a cold look.
Chang Huaijin, "What did you do to cause this?"
Wu Yu rolled his eyes and said, "Just like you, I was passing by and saw a few injured Jindan monsters on the ground, so I stabbed them."
"That man insisted that he had captured it to attract other monsters, saying that I had destroyed his formation and insisted that I hand over the life card to him."
"Just when I was about to start a fight, you came out."
He also brought a Qi Baiji.
It’s a 60:40 split between sword cultivators and magic cultivators.
They, the brother and sister, were in the early stage of the Golden Core Realm who switched from the Path of Talismans to the Path of Sword. It was difficult for them to have the confidence that they could defeat Qi Baiji, who was in the late stage of the Golden Core Realm, and his junior brother who was in the early stage of the Golden Core Realm.
Wu Yu had never even managed to perform the first move of the Penglai sword technique.
When Geminis meet, they are so familiar with each other that they don’t even need to communicate, they can understand each other with just a glance.
The two men ran away.
Chang Huaijin smacked his lips, "Does this count as stealing lives?"
"That's nothing." Wu Yu jumped directly onto Chang Huaijin's sword, turned around and drew a flash of sword light.
She said seriously: "I can only be regarded as stealing the demon's head."
"Those monsters didn't have their names written on them. If they didn't keep a close eye on them and got chopped down, can you still blame me?"
Chang Huaijin gave a thumbs up and said, "Awesome."
"You're definitely more shameless than me! Teach me next time how you can say so many shameless things so confidently."
Wu Yu turned around and slapped him, "Get out."
The whistling sound of the wind passed by their ears and poured the words of the twins in front directly into the ears of the two people in Xuantian Pavilion.
Wanqi An, the junior disciple of Xuantian Pavilion, was so angry at these two that his eyes turned red, "Second Senior Brother, these two people don't take our Xuantian Pavilion seriously!"
There are two pursuers behind, so I have no time to joke.
Qi Baiji snorted coldly, "What kind of knowledge do you expect from those people in the mountain valley?"
"Hmph. There's no need to save face for them after catching them. Just crush them."
What kind of clever people can be raised in the border area of the Chang family? The Penglai Island is just as conservative.
but--
These two siblings run really fast!
In order to pursue Chang Huaijin, a sword cultivator with wind spiritual roots, they used a flying magic weapon specially made by Xuantian Pavilion.
The advantage is fast speed, and the disadvantage is that it burns spirit stones.
The spiritual stones in Qi Baiji's mustard bag were burned into a small hill.
Fortunately, their Xuantian Pavilion has no shortage of spirit stones. This time, in addition to various magical instruments and talismans, the mustard seed bags of the direct descendants of Xuantian Pavilion are filled with spirit stones so that the direct descendants can activate various magical instruments.
Xuantian Pavilion, a sect that kills people by smashing spirit stones.
Wu Yu said, "Tsk. Still chasing?"
Chang Huaijin disagreed, "Let them chase."
"I can't catch up anyway."
The confidence of the Heavenly Grade Wind Spiritual Root has arrived.
He is not bragging. Ever since he broke through to the Golden Core stage, even his second senior sister who is the best at light work has not been able to catch up with him.
Of course, there is a reason why Ruan Wei is so good at Qinggong.
She is the lightest.
Xiao Xuantong is working out, and the muscles on his body are all in blocks. How can a guy who digs a deep hole with every kick learn the light skill well?
Wu Yu, "You're so stingy! It's just a few monsters."
"You're so petty."
Wan Qi An was caught off guard by Wu Yu's mocking expression and heard her words, instantly becoming furious: "She, she actually said I'm petty?!"
"I spent the whole morning capturing monsters and setting up formations, and she came right up and killed them all!"
"Ahhhh, Second Brother, I can't stand it anymore—faster, can you please drive faster? I want to whip this girl to death!"
Qi Baiji, "It's so noisy!"
His voice was cold, "Shut up. Or you can open it."
It's already the fastest.
Wan Qi An said without hesitation, "I'll drive, so get out of my way."
There was no respect for his second senior brother Qi Baiji in his tone.
Qi Baiji also leaned aside indifferently.
Just the next second——
Qi Baiji turned the folding fan in his hand, pressed it down quickly, and suddenly fanned up a gust of wind.
He directly knocked Wanqi An down.
Wanqi An was furious, "Qi Baiji you!"
He seemed to have anticipated this, and he quickly turned over, grabbed the edge of the aircraft, and was about to climb up.
Qi Baiji immediately ignited a little spiritual fire and burned it towards Wanqi An's fingertips, forcing him to let go.
"Get out of here."
Qi Baiji sneered, "A street performer who only knows how to whip."
The spiritual fire burned over, and Wanqi An could only let go and let himself fall.
He calmly took out his flying machine from the mustard bag in the air.
Wanqi An jumped up.
After flying crookedly for a while, it caught up with Qi Baiji.
When they got closer, Wanqi An whipped him without saying a word.
Qi Baiji accurately blocked it with his backhand folding fan.
Then, two direct disciples from the same school stood on two flying vehicles, whipping each other and slapping each other, going back and forth, it was so lively!
They fought so hard that they lost themselves in the fight.
“Wow!”
Wu Yu, who had watched the entire process, sighed.
Chang Huaijin, who was riding a sword in front, was itching to speak. "What? What happened?"
Wu Yu ignored him and just smiled.
Killing each other.
Rare!
The relationship between the direct descendants of Xuantian Pavilion is not close.
Xuantian Pavilion includes formation cultivators, talisman cultivators, and weapon cultivators, but they are generally classified as magic cultivators.
Because of their different paths of cultivation, they were not taught by the same person. Basically, each of them had their own master. Only in the end, the sect selected five people to become direct descendants and participate in the Ten Directions Competition.
There is no emotional foundation, and geniuses are arrogant.
Internal strife and mutual dislike are common occurrences among the direct descendants of Xuantian Pavilion.
This is also one of the reasons why Xuantian Pavilion, although it is obviously very powerful, always loses to its neighbor Wanjian Sect.
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Off the court.
The Xuantian Pavilion elders felt the vague gazes from all around them. Even though Xuantian Pavilion was not united on a daily basis, it was rare for a direct descendant of the same sect to start a fight in public.
I clearly told them before the game to act out the deep friendship between fellow students well.
This is particularly unfavorable for enrollment!
The elder of Xuantian Pavilion tried to save his dignity and said:
"What's going on? It's just a little quarrel between kids."
"Boys of this age tend to have bad tempers, and they're not usually like this. They must have been pissed off by those two from the Chang family!"
Yuan Yin said angrily, "Stop pushing the problematic behavior of those troublemakers from your Xuantian Pavilion onto Penglai."
"Who doesn't know that your Xuantian Pavilion has serious internal affairs? The upper class follows the lower class. The discord among the direct descendants is also due to the turmoil within the sect."
"The Pavilion Master didn't come this time because he was too busy fighting among himself to leave the house. If you ask me, we should just break it up as soon as possible."
Xuantian Pavilion Elder, "You!"
The two started fighting again.
Abbot Jizhen looked like a god, with a compassionate heart. "Master Yuehua, I can't help you."
Yuehua, "Mmmmm--"
She leaned sideways on the chair, her face full of anger, but her lips and teeth were sealed by Cen Linxi's silencing spell.
Cen Linxi did this before he left.
It turns out that no one at this table can control Yuehua.
Yuehua was so anxious that her eyebrows were tap dancing, "Mmmmm! Mmmmm--"
Damn you baldy, stop pretending to be a Buddha and untie my mouth quickly!!!
Abbot Jizhen raised the golden bell again and recited Buddhist scriptures with great concentration.
It isolates itself from the harassment of the moonlight both physically and spiritually.
If you want to pretend to be deaf and dumb, look for the Fulong Temple in Tongzhou.
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