Yuxiang

The shield of the arena disappeared without a sound, Ao Yuanjiao's blood stained the ground, his huge body turned into a mass of minced meat, and even Yuanshen did not escape.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

There was a sudden burst of applause, and people turned their eyes to see Ao Wunu, who had a gloomy and cold aura, now had a happy face, clapping his hands and praising: "Fairy Murong has comprehended the mystical powers of Buddhas at such a young age, The future is limitless, and I think I will be able to prove the Bodhisattva status in the future..."

Buddhist practitioners are of course divided into grades. In the earth world, there are not so many precepts, but in Yuanling World, Buddhism has its own set of classification standards.

Seeing that Ao Wunu didn't even have the intention of collecting the corpse, but actually opened his mouth to win over Murong Xianxian, Ao Qing who was beside him couldn't help feeling a sense of sorrow for the death of a rabbit, and looked away.

"Humph!"

Murong Xianxian snorted disdainfully, and directly blocked Ao Wunu's words, "Xiaolong, go and get the spoils back." After thinking about it, the seven flying swords suddenly turned into seven rainbows and came from the arbitrator monk of the Feiyu tribe. The hands flew up, and the sleeves were stretched away.Stretching out his hand to pick up the four-pole seal and the storage ring, the five-color glow in his palm flashed away, and the brand of consciousness on the two magic weapons had been refined, and Ao Wunu, who was furious, couldn't help but groan One sound.

"you wanna die!"

bass!bass!bass!

Standing behind Ao Wunu, Ao Qing took a few practitioners from Tianjiao Palace to take a step forward, glaring at Murong Xianxian angrily, and sacrificed flying swords one after another.

In fact, these practitioners are not all of the Gray Flood Dragon Clan, but they are all guards in the Tianjiao Palace. It made people shy away, but Murong Xianxian was not afraid at all. Ao Xiaolong, who had just picked up Ao Yuanjiao's storage ring from the flesh and blood, glared.Standing up in front of Murong Xianxian's body, her gaze became somewhat violent: "What? Do you want to go back on your word?"

"Master Ao, please restrain your subordinates. Are you going to challenge the authority of the Yin family?"

Yin Wanru's face suddenly darkened: "The two sides are competing fairly. If you don't want to pay the bet, feel free to leave, but the Yin family will not stop there."

"Miss!"

Xu Ruoyan stopped her quietly, Yin Wanru was too young to do things without considering the consequences.Although the Yin family is stronger than not weaker than the Tianjiao Palace, it is really unwise to offend the third palace master of the Tianjiao Palace for Murong Xianxian, an outsider who doesn't know the details.Besides, the arbitrators of the Feiyu tribe have the most say in this kind of matter, they will never allow anyone to question the justice and sanctity of the ruling.

"Don't persuade me, it's just because he is the third palace master of Tianjiao Palace. He should show the demeanor of a senior monk, not being strong can be respected." Yin Wanru said angrily.

Being publicly criticized by a little girl made Ao Wunu's face turn livid. Although the guards were angry at Murong Xianxian's rudeness, this matter could not be explained.Unable to be serious, he repelled a few guards and finally endured it.

The guards of Tianjiao Palace were filled with righteous indignation, their eyes almost spewed fire, and they wished to kill these humans immediately... What kind of demeanor?what is that?Yaozu's habit is to go straight, and grab what they want with their fists.

For Yaozu, their concept is quite simple.That means strength comes first, killing and robbing goods, just like they hunt for food, there is no need to accept moral criticism at all.

"Fairy Qingluan, I want to duel with you!"

The guards of Tianjiao Palace didn't say anything about 'comparison' this time, since they had already killed them.The fig leaf was simply taken off... I have to admit that the strength of these guards is several blocks lower than Ao Yuanjiao's, but they have the courage to challenge Murong Xianxian, at least their morale is commendable.

"Okay, it doesn't matter if you go together."

Murong Xianxian smiled faintly: "Prepare a fairy artifact or a billion spirit stones first. If you want me to give you advice, you will have to pay a price."

The guards of Tianjiao Palace were suffocated immediately, and their noses were almost crooked... Murong Xianxian insisted on turning 'duel' into 'pointing', although it seems that it is not too much in terms of cultivation base, but... this makes people How can it be so embarrassing? !

"Haha, forget it, how can my Palace Master care about a junior, go back and rest, the danger of the Abyss of the Fog Sea is beyond your imagination." Ao Wunu laughed, and said in the tone of a senior.

Yaozu is not born with a single tendon. He believes that if he puts his best efforts, he will be able to crush the opponent in terms of cultivation level, but that may force him to show his cards.And whether Murong Xianxian has other cards yet to be revealed, he doesn't want to take risks... Even if Yin Wanru didn't stop him, the arbitrator of the Feiyu tribe would never allow him to break the rules. During Murong Xianxian's duel, he found at least four Dao is not weaker than his divine sense is observing the arena.

"Keep an eye on her, I want her to die in the Fog Sea Abyss!"

Ao Wunu gave Ao Qing a word of advice via voice transmission, and then led them away.

"Stop fighting? I still want to fight for my master!" Ao Xiaolong was a little depressed.However, his attention was quickly shifted to Ao Yuanjiao's storage ring, and he began to count the harvest, looking very happy.

Some cultivators couldn't help swallowing their saliva, this windfall is definitely rich enough.You must know that most practitioners are used to carrying things with them, especially Mahayana monks like Ao Yuanjiao, whose rich wealth is absolutely coveted.But after the two battles just now, even if someone suspected that Murong Xianxian was injured, how could anyone dare to step forward to provoke him?

When the group returned to the party, many practitioners greeted Murong Xianxian one after another, making everyone look familiar, but some showed fearful expressions towards her, as if they were wary of her.

Murong Xianxian quickly bid farewell to her master, the excuse was of course ready... She was also injured and needed treatment.

Although Yin Wanru didn't want Murong Xianxian to leave, she couldn't stop him from healing, and she was very concerned about asking Murong Xianxian if he needed help.

Of course, Murong Xianxian declined... the healing was purely an excuse, but her true energy was depleted a lot, and since she had time to recover, she didn't want to use spirit wine or spirit stones either. It is restored.

"Fellow Daoist Murong, the Yin family is a very powerful family. Although Yin Wanru is young, she is obviously very important in the Yin family. I think she intends to recruit you." Xue Yunfeng said softly, the subtext is to persuade She immediately hugged her thigh.

Although it is a little troublesome to offend a Tianjiao Palace, it is nothing more than trouble.But the bet she got today is too attractive. I am afraid that as long as there is a chance, at least three quarters of the practitioners present will attack her.

"I don't have the habit of working for others." Murong Xianxian shook her head.

What are you kidding? !

So what if the strength is huge?

Isn't she more chic than being someone else's cow and horse in a world of practice?

"Everyone, rest early." Murong Xianxian was not too worried about the safety here. Although she was in the arena, she also knew that during the battle, several high-level monks from the Feiyu tribe were paying attention to the arena, and she I believe that the Feiyu tribe has more cards than these.

Not long after returning to the tent, a practitioner came to visit. After Hu Xinmei reported to Murong Xianxian, she led him to Murong Xianxian's room.

"Well, your two battles just now were really exciting."

The monk admired the furnishings in the room, quite surprised... There are several items in Murong Xianxian's room brought from the earth, of course he has never seen them before.

"If you have any questions, please speak up, I still want to rest." Murong Xianxian said bluntly.

"of course."

If it was at any other time, if it was another person, the monk would have drawn his sword and slashed at him long ago.But today, after watching those two battles, he was a little afraid of Murong Xianxian, so he said with a smile: "You probably don't know the reputation of Tianjiao Palace yet? The third palace lord, Ao Wunu, is a typical vengeance. You offended me today." Without him, I'm afraid the days ahead will be difficult."

The monk closed his mouth and smiled, wanting to see Murong Xianxian's frightened and praying expression, but the other party looked disgusted.As if watching an idiot.

"I know it even if you don't tell me, so what?" Murong Xian frowned, "If you just want to talk about this, I'll see you off."

"I have formed an alliance with several fellow Taoists. As long as you join us, you can get strong protection. Whether it is Taihaozong or Tianjiao Palace, you can't be moved easily." The monk suppressed the displeasure in his heart, for she explained.

"Oh? You don't get rewarded for nothing. You must have some requirements for providing asylum, right? Please tell me." Murong Xianxian showed a playful smile at the corner of her mouth. At first, she thought that the other party was recruiting herself on behalf of a certain force. Only now did I realize that he was an empty-handed white wolf. Could it be that he looked like a fat sheep?

"This one……"

The cultivator has never met such a female cultivator who doesn't know the meaning of 'reservation'. After a long while, he said: "Those shark girls..."

"You want it?" A flash of anger flashed in Murong Xianxian's eyes, but a smile grew on his face.

Seeing Murong Xianxian's expression, the monk thought the conversation was over, so a smile appeared on his face, and he was about to open his mouth to express a few words when he heard Murong Xianxian say a word: "Get lost!"

"Okay... what do you mean?" The monk blurted out with disbelief on his face, "I am a disciple of Taiyi Sect, do you know what you are talking about?"

"I said go, go as far as you can!"

A faint murderous look suddenly appeared on Murong Xianxian's face, "I won't say it a second time, do you need me to do it?"

"Okay, be cruel!" The monk caught a glimpse of the glow in Murong Xianxian's sleeve, and couldn't help but tremble in his heart, "Reject our kindness, and you will die." After finishing speaking, he hurriedly left Murong Xianxian's tent.