Supreme Pill Saint

"This is Lord Zhang, the only Xuanzong!" Chen Qingbei introduced to Mo Qingwu: "this is Mrs. Zhang!"

Mo Qianwu bows slightly: "Qianwu has seen Lord Zhang and his wife!"

He Qingyuan didn't answer her, while Zhang Daokun nodded with a smile: "not bad!"

Chen Qingbei introduced to Mo Qingwu: "this is Zhang Xingxiao!"

She looked at Zhang Xingxiao and nodded.

Zhang Xingxiao snorted: "I have a good leather bag, but I don't know how about my strength? This is a world of martial arts! "

Mo Qianwu did not refute.

"All right, tilt dance, come on stage! I think we can't wait! " Chen Qingbei hurriedly said that he was afraid that the Mo Qing dance could not help but speak rudely to Zhang Xingxiao.

Mo Qingwu walks towards the douwu platform.

Zhang Xingxiao can't wait to go up.

"Dance, niece Xingxiao. Duel is the main purpose. Don't hurt the harmony!" Chen Qingbei smiled and said, mainly to warn Mo Qingwu, but his eyes told Mo Qingwu clearly not to do anything wrong.

On the stage of douwu, Zhang Xingxiao stares at Mo Qianwu and says, "little bitch, you're also a match for brother Xu. You don't know how to live or die!"

Mo Qingwu didn't retort, and didn't bother to retort: "let's go!"

"What? Can't wait? " Zhang Xingxiao's face flashed a touch of cruelty and ridicule: "don't you dare not lose?"

At the same second, Mo Qingwu didn't talk anymore, but he made a direct move.

She has a sword in her hand. It's green and silver. It's a inferior artifact. When she came to Lei mingzong to worship her master, the master gave it to her.

The name of the sword is green butterfly.

"Dying!" Seeing Mo Qingwu dare to take the lead. Zhang Xingxiao's eyes are cold, but she scolds angrily. She also raises the long sword in her hand. Her sword is a medium-sized artifact with purple color and high quality.

It's the shadow of the sword, a top-grade martial art. The green butterfly sword is rippling, just like the butterfly dance, the tip of the sword is flowing, the green light is rippling, the air is quiet, and the swords are like the flowers that are not in full bloom. They are weird and scattered, drifting towards the front of the body. The swords are very introverted, but there is a very sharp charm.

Zhang Xingxiao's face changed one after another. He swam with his feet. He used his advanced body method and his long sword. He waved it in a hurry to resist the simplification that suddenly came to her.

She looked a little embarrassed, and her figure kept retreating towards the back.

As for Zhang Xingxiao's own swordsmanship, she can't use it at all, and she has no time to use it. Her combat experience is too poor. Even though she has been on the third level of tianmingjing, she really fights like this. She's not the opponent of the second level of tianmingjing.

There is still a big gap.

"How dare you fight with me, bitch?" Zhang Xingxiao is biting his teeth to death. His eyes are full of resentment and rage, staring at Mo Qingwu and drinking.

Mo tilts to dance but ignores, but the white wrist turns quickly, the skilled sword rhyme rippling, she looks very leisurely, relaxed incomparably.

Between the body shape fluttering, her delicate body and the green butterfly sword in her hand seem to be integrated, dancing in the air, beautiful and thrilling, but killing the machine repeatedly, making her scalp numb.

The flickering sword flower is just like the lethal flower on the other side. It's extremely cold, sharp and dazzling. There's a connection between the sword flower and the sword flower. The continuous cooperation makes up the array of sword flowers and the infinite shape. The front and back and left and right shrouds the fighting platform, all under control.

Where else is it like a fight?

Clear is the personal performance of Mo tilt dance!!!

Zhang Xingxiao can only compete with the quality of his sword by virtue of his super high level body method. However, it can be imagined that Zhang Xingxiao will surely lose in a short time.

Around the douwu platform, the disciples of Lei mingzong were already cheering excitedly. They didn't know that their leader wanted to lose to Zhang Xingxiao. They just stood in the perspective of Lei mingzong. The saint daughter of their sect was beating the daughter of the only Xuanzong, who was a force of first class. It was very glorious and naturally excited.

In particular, the Mo tilt dance of sword dancing is really beautiful. It's like a fairy coming down to the world and casting shadows on a banished fairy. People who watch it are intoxicated.

Zhang Daokun's face was still blank, and he Qingyuan could not see what he was thinking. However, he Qingyuan's face was already a little ugly, and there was anger and worry between them. However, she was also holding back.

"What does Mo tilt dance do?" Chen Qingbei's face is very ugly.

Mo tilt dance obviously did not leave a hand, and, also unexpectedly strong.

This "flower sword shadow" was practiced by few people in the whole clan. It seems that Mo tilt dance has achieved great success.

What an amazing martial arts talent.

Chen Qingbei subconsciously looks at Mu mane and asks if you have warned Mo Qingwu?

Mu mane is worried too. Of course, he warned.

"Damn it!" Chen Qingbei angrily scolded him in the bottom of his heart. His eyes were heavy and angry. Mo Qingwu dared to agree and do one.Just then.

Shua!!!

One of the sword flowers finally broke through Zhang Xingxiao's defense, but suddenly fell on Zhang Xingxiao's shoulder. Zhang Xingxiao's shoulder was bloody, with clear wounds. Her body was shaking, her face was slightly pale with pain, ferocious, and her breath completely lost its rhythm. She was afraid and worried, and her mind was shaking.

With such a sword, many other sword flowers come to Zhang Xingxiao.

Zhang Xingxiao's body is trembling, his eyes are frightened, and his subconscious moves back quickly. This is escape. He has no defense to avoid.

That is to say, Chen Qingbei's face suddenly let go of his own breath. The breath of the nine layers of the terrible destiny turned into a momentum dragon, shocked and rushed to ink.

Mo Qingwu's body was shaking severely. The whole man almost fell to the ground, and the sword flowers he had played before disappeared.

Mo Qingwu's mouth is a little more red, and her face is a little pale. She subconsciously looks to Chen Qingbei, and her beautiful eyes are sad, angry and unbelievable.

The master of the hall, if he doesn't help his disciples, he will do it.

What generation of martial arts practitioners is he Chen Qingbei? It's shameful to do this to the younger generation!

That is to say, Chen Qingbei suddenly said, "stop fighting first. Since it's dueling, you can rest in the middle!"

Ah?

As soon as Chen Qingbei said this, all the disciples of Lei mingzong around the douwutai were confused.

On the way to duel, can you rest?!!!

Can you come in half-time?

For the first time.

Isn't this nonsense?

Besides, Mo Tiao is about to win.

In addition, why did Mo tilt back abruptly, tremble, and have blood stains on the corners of his mouth just now? Many disciples of Lei mingzong don't know why? No reason can be found.

Some of them have guessed, but they are not sure. After all, it's terrible.

"Master, you..." How can Mo Qingwu not believe that the top of Lei mingzong was shameless to this point? There's no floor!

"Well, let's get off the challenge arena first!" Chen Qingbei doesn't give Mo Qingwu a chance to talk at all. He snorts. The breath is always on her. His eyes are full of warning and gloomy looks. It seems that he is telling Mo Qingwu that if you dare to talk in disorder, you will die instantly, your family, Xiao Luo and Xiao Luo will die.

Mo tilts to dance to die to bite the lip, the heart sank to the bottom of the valley, despairing and sad.

She won't!

But.

Only silence.

Zhang Xingxiao breathed a sigh of relief and took a deep look at Mo Qianwu. There was a trace of fear and strong resentment in her eyes. Then she turned around and walked towards the bottom of the platform.

Mo Qianwu also stepped off the platform.

"Take this pill!" At the douwu stage, Chen Qingbei opens his mouth and hands Mo Qingwu a pill.

Mo Qingwu holds the elixir, and his face is stubborn and sad: "Zong Master, what kind of elixir is this

All the other disciples of Lei Ming thought that the Lord gave Mo Qingwu a healing pill. In fact, Mo Qingwu was sure that this pill was not for healing.

"Let you take it! Where did it come from and there was not much to say? " Chen Qingbei said in a cold voice. Then he looked at Xiao Luo, who was anxiously clenching her fist and wanted to come over, but she didn't dare: "if you don't accept it, you servant girl can find it in the kiln tomorrow. Life is not like death!!!"

Mo tilts to dance the body shape to shake, nearly falls, she never thought such shameless words, can say from the patriarch's mouth.

Lei mingzong is the top second class force!

Chen Qingbei is the most powerful one in Yizhou!

How can we do it to such an extent!?

Mo Qingwu's heart is going to die.

Originally, she had gratitude and expectation for Lei mingzong. After all, this is the sect she joined when she entered Shenwu land!

But this moment, in addition to heart cold is cold.

"What? Would you like to eat it? " Chen Qingbei's secluded way.

Mo tilts and shakes his hands. He can only take the pill.

As soon as she took it, she felt that her Xuanqi was not running smoothly enough.

"Here What kind of pill is this? " Mo Qingwu asked, his voice was so cold that he had no emotion.

"The elixir that can suppress the circulation of Xuanqi. You take this elixir. In an hour, your strength will be reduced by at least one realm!" Chen Qingbei's light road.

If Mo Qingwu doesn't play tricks, he deliberately loses to Zhang Xingxiao. He can't use this pill.

But Mo tilts the dance to the face does not want to face, can only be so.

The reason why he had to force a half-time break was to make Mo Qingwu take this pill.

"Master, you You You... " Mo Qingwu is biting her teeth and staring at Chen Qingbei. She can't describe her anger and cold at the moment!"By the way, let me tell you another news. Is the man in your heart named Su Chen?" Chen tilts to the north.

"So what?" Mo Qian's dancing face has no expression.

"Ha ha He's from the earth! Pass the test of human God city and join the burning heaven sect! Is that right? " Chen Qingbei continued. Recently, he checked and checked Su Chen's information in detail.