The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

Zhou Zhiruo was clever, remembering that senior sister Yao's words of instigation (bgda) and encouragement before departure, as well as that unreasonable enthusiasm, how could she not know that this was her way?

Thinking about it now, it was also a bulging look.

"Yes, who dares to calculate my wife like that, I want to see what she has to say."

Chu Heng was also afraid for a while. If it wasn't for a coincidence, compared to him and these two silly girls, there is already a gap between yin and yang. Even if Yilin can't bear it, this time, he will ask Yao Lin to ask statement.

Yilin's heart is not all kind. She has been in Kunlun for a long time, and she has some understanding of Kunlun's background. She is afraid that there will be a conflict between the two parties, and Chu Heng will suffer.

Chu Heng could see what she was thinking, but he just squeezed her little hand and didn't say anything.

No matter how strong Kunlun is, for Chu Heng at this time, it is just a little more cautious.

Suddenly, the frame stopped.

When Chu Heng took a look, he saw only a faint barrier covering a huge mountain range.

The mountain is hundreds of feet high and straight into the sky.

Even if Chu Heng and the others were in mid-air, they couldn't see the top of the mountain from afar.

For those in Kunlun, Kunlun is the big one, and Lun is the mountain.

Since ancient times, Kunlun has been the tallest mountain in China.

At this time, it seems that the snow-capped mountain is dotted with this quiet mountain, and under the sun, there is a crystal light, and there is no one inhabited.

Within thousands of miles, there is not a single human voice, only a bird's song, resounding in the mountains.

If it weren't for this barrier, Chu Heng would think that there is really no one on this mountain.

The advance was blocked, the python monster, oh, the dragon monster named Ao Jing by Chu Heng turned around and looked at Chu Heng at a loss.

Ao is the original surname of the Dragon Clan, once it transforms into Jiao, it will naturally have this surname.

Respect is that Chu Heng spared his life, but he was very dissatisfied with his previous presumptuousness, and reminded him to know how to be in awe.

At this moment, it seems that awe is enough, but the aura of being a flood dragon has been weakened a bit.

With a glance, he signaled Ao Jing to fly around the barrier to see if there was any entrance.

At this time, there was a sound from inside Kunlun.

"The elders said that the barrier was shaken, and told me to check it quickly! Don't delay!"

Two or three figures flew out of the barrier, and when they looked up, they couldn't help but be sluggish.

"This is... Flood Dragon!"

A somewhat younger male disciple looked at Ao Jing dumbfounded.

A more mature male disciple behind him looked at the carriage frame solemnly. What kind of background would the character who can let Jiaolong pull the carriage come from? .

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Chapter [-] Kunlun Old Friend

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This male disciple is Zhou Jing, and he is the elder brother among the male disciples of the outer Kunlun sect. Under the elders, he has the greatest prestige. ~)

He has cultivated for a long time and has more experience than others.

At this time, Kunlun had not been out of the mountain gate for a long time, and almost no Taoist friends came to disturb him, even the few friends who came here often, but they did not come with such a grandeur.

If it's not a friend, it's an enemy.

He clasped his fists in both hands, and said loudly to the car: "Your Majesty came to Kunlun, I don't know what you can do?"

But when the car stopped, the dragon in the sky flew towards him.

Zhou Jing's scalp tightened.

At this time, he is only a beginner in Yuanying's cultivation, and he doesn't feel it when he looks at Ao Jing from a distance, but when he faces him right now, he only feels that this dragon is astonishing, fierce and overwhelming, and that he is in front of his eyelids. Underneath, he actually started to be out of breath.

This is even greater than the power of his master!

But his master is already one of the best figures in the outer sect, and the power of the Nascent Soul peak. Could it be that this flood dragon has entered the stage of distraction?

Although the minimum cultivation level of an adult dragon is at the Nascent Soul Stage, the Flood Dragon of the Distraction Stage has not been heard of for nearly three thousand years. What's more, a Flood Dragon of the Distraction Stage may be matched with two monks of the same rank. Not afraid at all.

Jiaolong's natural supernatural powers are too powerful.

At this time, he had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but in the eyes of others, the evil dragon rushed straight at Zhou Jing, as if he was going to swallow him in one mouthful. +]

Even Zhou Jing gave up resistance at this time, the gap was too big, he didn't even have time to release the magic weapon in his hand, so he could only close his eyes and wait for death.

But he felt a gust of wind whistling past, and even took the fishy smell from Jiaolong's body, rushing straight to his nose. He waited for a long time, but found that the pain he imagined did not come.

Instead, a woman's question came from my ear: "Senior brother, what are you doing with your eyes closed?"

This voice sounds familiar!

Zhou Jing was shocked, feeling that this person seemed familiar, she raised her eyelids, only to find that Zhou Zhiruo was looking at him curiously.

Behind her, Yilin was pursing her lips, holding back her smile.

"Junior Sister Zhou? Junior Sister Yilin?"