Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

He wiped the blood stains on the corners of his mouth and said shamefully, "master, I'm incompetent."

Immortal Xuanhua's old voice sounded slowly, "don't blame you!"

Then he put down Qin Junlin and stood up slowly.

Xia Qingluo bit her lips tightly. The immortal Xuanhua in her memory can be regarded as a handsome generation of Tianjiao.

But now he has white hair, full of vicissitudes, deep wrinkles in the corners of his eyes and thin body, but his eyes are faint with the fierce color of the past.

Immortal Xuanhua put his hands behind him and moved slowly to the opposite side of Lu Zetian, frowning, "who are you from the xuanshu door?"

Lu Zetian was as like as two peas in the legend, but he never saw him face up.

No wonder people say that the skinny camel is bigger than the horse. Although jiuchongtian has failed, although immortal Xuanhua's cultivation has been stagnant, although at present, immortal Xuanhua's cultivation is equal to him, he may not be able to take advantage of him.

After all, the experience and bearing of immortal Xuanhua are there.

Endured the anger in his heart, Lu Zetian reluctantly arched his hand, then put it down and said proudly, "I'm Lu Zetian, the eldest disciple of xuanshu gate. Today, I came to ask for something back by my master's order."

"Beg for something back?" immortal Xuanhua raised his mouth mockingly. "You also saw my jiuchongtian appearance. What else do I have here that immortal Jinzhi of xuanshumen covets?"

"Don't pretend to be confused. My master said that it was originally his, but it was despicably taken away by you. It has been more than a thousand years, and you should return it to its original owner!" Lu Zetian said boldly.

"Hahaha..." immortal Xuanhua suddenly looked up at Lu Zetian with a long smile, and then looked sarcastically at Lu Zetian. "I really didn't expect that there was such a bandit truth. My jiuchongtian town sect magic weapon has become your master's thing. Although my jiuchongtian was defeated, it's not a place where you are wanton!"

Lu Zetian also laughed and said sarcastically to immortal Xuanhua, "do you know why my master doesn't come in person?" then he looked at the younger martial brothers behind him and held his chest up, "because we are enough to let you hand over the magic weapon. There's no need to work. My Shifu and his old man will go out in person."

As he spoke, he winked, and a dozen xuanshu disciples behind him suddenly appeared in an encirclement formation.

The sword in his hand came out of its scabbard and carried aura at the same time. The sword was bright and full of killing intention, which surrounded the sky in front of the hall.

The disciples of jiuchongtian, led by Qin Junlin, also stood behind immortal Xuanhua one after another.

This is going to be a hard grab.

Immortal Xuanhua looked at each other's posture. He would not stop until he reached his goal.

He looked at more than a dozen jiuchongtian disciples behind him, and his heart was astringent.

He didn't expect that the despicable person Jinzhi didn't rob the magic weapon of zhenpai five hundred years ago. Now he's out of the customs. His cultivation has improved to a new level and has the idea of magic weapon.

This magic weapon is the treasure of jiuchongtian town school.

Without this magic weapon, jiuchongtian will no longer have the meaning of existence.

This is the last land he sticks to and the last faith he sticks to.