Fantasy: Please don’t rob me of my chance

Senior Brother Zong Ming….

Punched and flew out?

Several people on the field blinked, their brains went blank, and their expressions were all confused.

Who is Senior Brother Zong Ming?

The inner gate of the Beixue Sect ranked eighth, with ten innate weights and superb knife skills

There are disciples of the inner gate of the Beixue Sect who can defeat Zong Ming, but there is no one who can defeat him in one move except for Senior Brother Feng Han, who is the first in the inner gate.

But now what do they see?

Senior Brother Zong Ming was killed by a congenital eightfold Spirit Sword Sect disciple with one punch?!

At this moment, several of them had a feeling of doubting life.

Gu Xuan didn’t have time to deal with them, and came to the outside of the valley in a flash, and in the shocked and terrified gaze of the young man with the eyebrows, he skillfully removed the storage spirit ring in his hand and the fallen human step treasure knife.

“This should have been my chance…”

Gu Xuan opened the storage spirit ring, threw a bunch of messy personal belongings inside on the young man with the eyebrows, and said beautifully.

There are a lot of elixirs in the storage spirit ring of the young man with the sword-eyed eyebrows, there are about a dozen of them, and it is estimated that the harvest of these people is all on him.

Gu Xuan didn’t bother to find trouble with the few remaining people

Take your things and walk away.

After a long time, the Beixue disciples in the valley suddenly woke up and hurriedly rushed out of the valley.

“Senior Brother Zong Ming!”

“Senior Brother Zongming, are you all right…”

The knife-eyed young man who was still full of arrogance before was now pale, and his face was full of doubtful expressions.

He lifted his hands with difficulty, and found that they were still trembling.

Recalling the punch he had just faced, fear suddenly flooded his heart.

Unbeatable, unbeatable!

His knife momentum was easily torn apart under the power of that punch like a piece of crisp paper.

Completely crushed!

If it weren’t for the other party’s last hand, he would probably be a cold corpse by now.

And the point is that the other party is still just a congenital Yae?!

It’s just incredible.

“Quick: Find me a place to heal! ”

The young man with the knife eyebrows said in a trembling voice: “I need to pass the news of this person to Senior Brother Feng Han as soon as possible!” ”

…

“Eight hundred-year-old elixirs, two five-hundred-year-old elixirs, one eight-hundred-year-old elixir…”

Gu Xuan sorted out the storage spirit ring of the young man with the knife eyebrows and counted the harvest, quite happy.

He suddenly realized something.

This small cold realm trial, in fact, he only needs to find someone.

Regardless of whether there is a chance in the other party, grabbing it first and then talking about it is far faster than the hard work of collecting the elixir alone.

Thinking about this, Gu Xuan suddenly found that many chance lines suddenly appeared on his body.

Blue, red, and even a red flame-like line of chance that leads all the way to the extreme north of the Little Cold Realm.

“Haha…”

Gu Xuan couldn’t help but clapped his hands and laughed, “Wonderful, it turns out that this is the right way to open the Xiaohan Realm.” ”

So, Gu Xuan casually picked a red chance line and followed the past all the way.

Not long after, I saw a group of about seven or eight people coming in his direction.

When Gu Xuan saw the clothes on this group of people, he couldn’t help but be stunned for a moment.

It turned out that this was a group of Spirit Sword Sect disciples huddled together.

A strange look appeared on Gu Xuan’s face.

His own chance line is well connected to this group of people, is it possible to let himself snatch the same door?

Just thinking about it, the group also found him.

“There’s someone ahead!”

“It seems to be a disciple of our Spirit Sword Sect!”

“Innate Yae: It’s better to ask him if he wants to join our team, with Senior Brother Lu Jiang sheltering, even if you run into a disciple of the Beixue Sect, you don’t have to be afraid!” ”

“Senior Brother Lu Jiang, do you want to ask him?”

In the team, a young man who was guarded by all the disciples nodded and was about to speak.

But at this time, after a disciple in the team saw Gu Xuan’s appearance again, he couldn’t help but be surprised.

“It turned out to be him?!”

This person’s reaction immediately attracted the attention of others, and some disciples couldn’t help but ask: “Li Cong, do you know this person?” ”

That’s right, this person is Li Cong, who had looked for Gu Xuan before.

After Li Cong was rejected by Gu Xuan, he found another inner gate powerhouse to seek protection.

Lu Jiang, the eighth of the inner gate of the Spirit Sword Sect.

The price was to give two-thirds of the gains of his trip.

However, along the way, Li Cong found almost nothing, only found a decades-old elixir, plus his own strength is not good, and he has always been in the position of a marginal person in this small group.

Hearing the inquiry of others, Li Cong nodded and said with a bitter smile: “Yes, as far as I know, this one should not choose to join us.” ”

“Oh?”

Hearing this, Lu Jiang narrowed his eyes slightly.

At this time, a person standing next to Li Cong suddenly shouted.

“Ah, I remembered! Li Cong, isn’t this person the person you were looking for before? If you hadn’t been rejected by him, you wouldn’t have chosen to come to Senior Brother Lu Jiang’s side.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone on the field immediately brushed and looked at Li Cong with strange eyes.

“Look for him first, and then find Senior Brother Lu Jiang. Li Cong, you regard him as the first choice, and think that he is more reliable than Senior Brother Lu Jiang. ”

Someone spoke leisurely.

Li Cong was suddenly shy and anxious, and hurriedly denied it: “No, I didn’t mean it.” ”

The young man Lu Jiang sneered and spoke, “Go up and ask him to see if he is willing to join us.” If he wants, I’ll just allow him to hand over a quarter of the harvest.”

“Yes.”

Receiving Lu Jiang’s orders, someone in the team immediately ran forward to contact Gu Xuan.