Thunder Martial

Time is back to half a day and one night.

After Ziyan left, Lin Xue went to find Su Mengyao.

The same small building, the same floral, the same mood.

"Sister, you want to save the purple scorpion." Lin Xue came in, he was anxious.

Su Mengyao's room, dare to sway into the big, and there are not many people, but Lin Xue is definitely one.

"What happened to Cher, what happened to the purple sable?" Su Mengyao wore a spotless white dress, sitting quietly in the chair, and saw Lin Xue coming softly.

"He sinned again..." Lin Xue said all the things that happened later.

First offended Wang Meng, Wang Xiong, then Wu Sheng, and finally Solomon.

Su Mengyao heard the frowning, and after a while, he said faintly: "You used to say that the purple is very calm, why is it so impulsive now, if he has a solution, it is good, if not, just for a moment So fast, then there is no need to take care of him. This kind of thing is not considered. If you don’t care about the consequences, even if he saves him once, the next time he will die very badly."

"This kind of arrogant behavior, even those two ancestors can not match, people have at least a backstage, arrogant capital, what does he have?"

Su Mengyao’s words are very rude, but it is a fact that Lin Xue cannot refute. In fact, her heart also agrees with Su Mengyao's point of view. Today, the handling of things by Zi Yan is somewhat lacking.

"But Zi Yan is also excusable. Who made his quota be taken?" Lin Xue was unwilling.

Su Mengyao said: "Because the quota is taken, it should be more calm, not gambling. The number of places is important, but if the life is gone, what is the use of places?"

Suddenly, Su Mengyao chuckled: "But Zi Yan has a saying that is quite right. If Wu Sheng is really killed, no one will compete with him. But no one is vying for the quota, but it is welcoming the anger of the two elders. Maybe he will be given a crime of killing the same door and then expelled from the sect."

Lin Xue left in frustration. She had no other way to help Zi Yan, at least not for a short time.

Everything depends on purple.

......

At the same time, Wang Xiong and others were also gathered together.

"Which is this sable fucking, mad dog?" Wang Meng couldn't help but scream, he hated the sable, and the six-layered and second-rate combat skills, but in this fight, Got a fifth, it is really a shame to lose the limit.

A group of people gathered together to discuss how to deal with Zi Yan, but they also just heard that Zi Yan offended Wu Sheng and offended Solomon.

Who is Wu Sheng? Everyone knows that the two elders are the core disciples. No one dares to move. As for Solomon, it is natural to be able to be arranged in the most oil-filled place in the inner door.

Although it is the strength of the eight-layered spirit, it is definitely not comparable to Wang Xiong.

"Zizi offended the two, they will not live, but they will not do it in a short time, it is better for us to take the lead." Wang Xiong said.

Before the purple sin had offended him, he naturally would not let the purple scorpion.

In addition, if you kill the purple sable, you may be able to please Luomen, please Wu Sheng, can be described as a stone three birds.

"If we kill the purple scorpion, will it make Solomon brother and Wu Sheng dissatisfied?" Someone worried.

"No, they are not in a position to deal with their identity, they can't wait for the purple scorpion to die." Wang Xiongdao.

"Well, I'm going to kill him now." A young man suddenly stood up and his eyes flashed.

"Wei Lin, you go, you are six layers of infuriating... Did you break through?" Wang Xiong accidentally looked at Wei Lin.

"I just broke through yesterday, I am seven layers, enough to deal with the purple." Wei Lin confidently smiled: "I will deal with him now."

"You are crazy, this is the first day you will kill him, at least until tomorrow morning." Wang Xiong blinked.

"Oh, forget it, then I will let him live more." Wei Lin smiled.

...

On the second morning, Wei Lin came to the door of the purple scorpion early.

"Purple, come out." Welin burst into a burst.

At this time, the purple scorpion is refining the last two true qi, and naturally will not care about each other.

"Purple, get out, Weiye has something to look for." Another burst of drink and spread.

There are many internal disciples out of the purple scorpion, and among them, Wei Lin’s ones are suddenly a glimpse.

Wei Lin’s six-layer strength is standing alone outside the door of Zi Yan’s house, and Wang Meng and Wu Sheng, the six-layered singer of the previous day, and Wei Lin’s screaming at the door at the moment made the people puzzled.

"This Wei Lin Mo is not coming to die, really six layers of dare to call the purple door?"

"I just dare to come in six layers of infuriating. Do you think that it is stronger than Wu Sheng? It is simply to find death."

"It is not to find death, but to have confidence. It is possible that the strength has broken through. Weiling is very close to Wang Xiong."

There are many discussions around.

"Get out, Zi Yan, Wei Ye is looking for you." Wei Lin screamed and shouted, but the room in Zi Yan did not have any movement.

Lingwuzong has regulations that are not allowed to work within the sects. The inner disciples have contradictions and can be resolved by the battlefield. Therefore, even if Weilin wants to kill Ziyan, he does not dare to smash the door of his house.

As a result, everyone heard Wei Lin’s anger, but the purple room did not have any movement.

"Isn't the sable in the room?" Someone couldn't help but guess.

Nearly a quarter of an hour shouted, Zi Yan's room still did not move, but Wei Lin also guessed that when Zi Yan was not in the room, the purple door suddenly opened.

"Which dog is yelling outside?" Zi Yan stretched out and made a wake-up look.

"You are **** sleeping, who are you talking about?" Seeing the purple scorpion, Welline's anger immediately burned.

"Who is calling, who is the dog." Purple and cold.

"You are a dog." Wei Lin's nose was stunned and he screamed again.

"Purple." A whispered, Lin Xue, who was in white, came over from a distance and walked to the front of Zi Yan. He whispered: "He called Wei Lin. It is rumored that there is only six layers of strength, with the king. Xiong is very close. Since he dares to come today, it seems to have broken through. You should be careful not to provoke him."

"How do you know?" Purple is very unexpected.

"It’s a wonderful way to tell me." Lin Xuedao.

At this time, the wonderful sky is standing in the crowd and has not come.

The two looked at each other, and Zi Yan expressed his gratitude with his eyes, then looked at Wei Lin and said: "The mad dog, called the door early in the morning, looking for me something?"

"You..." Weiling was furious and resisted not letting herself do it. The indifferent way: "Yeah came in to find you to borrow things."

"What are you borrowing?"

"Give me a face of Wellin and borrow me nine qi."

Zi Yan looked at Wei Lin, as if watching an idiot, sarcasm: "What are you, I know you, your face is worth nine?"

The words of Zi Yan are not welcome, because the other party is looking for trouble.

"Good boy, don't give me face, just go to the battle with me, life and death." Wei Lindao.

"Idiot, you are sick." Zi Yan said.

"Kid, you insult me, I want to challenge you." Welling sighed, seemingly occupied.

"I promise you, idiot." Zi Yan said again.

"Because you insult him, we can testify, you must accept the challenge." The crowd is separated, Wang Xiong and others are coming.

"You insults when you say insults?" Zi Yan looked at Wang Xiong.

One night refining nine true gas dan, Zi Yan now has the body of the seven-level fierce beast, six layers of infuriating strength, although unable to defeat the eight-layer peak of Wang Xiong, but the two sides fight, the other party can not destroy themselves.

"Yes, we can testify for him, the rules of Lingwuzong, you insult the people first, do not accept the challenge." Wang Xiong sneered.

The sable is clear, this is a calculation for him.

He does not agree not to do it.

"Challenge? If there is no color, don't blame me for not agreeing." Zi Yan smiled coldly, and since he wants to fight, he strives to maximize his benefits.

Playing a game for no reason, it takes a lot of time and effort, which is very boring. If there is something to gain, Zi Yan is also very happy.

"What color head?" Wang Xiong frowned.

"Eight true gas Dan." Purple eyes flashed a bright light, word by word.

"Oh." There was a sound of cold air in the distance.

The color head is eight true gas Dan, which is also terrible. It is 16 points when it is replaced by a contribution point. It is almost as fast as a five hundred years of elixir.

Rao is Wang Xiongcai's atmosphere. When he heard this number, he was shocked. He didn't have so many innocent Dans. The last time he gave Wang Meng five, it took a lot of effort to get it.

"Why, don't dare, don't dare to yell here." Zixiao sneered.

No one thinks that the purple scorpion can't be taken out, because there are still nine true qis in the purple scorpion yesterday, and one at most one night, and eight are left.

No one knows ~www.ltnovel.com~ The purple enamel refines all the qi dan in one night, and one can not get it today.

Under the watchful eye of a group of disciples, Wang Xiong was very embarrassed. Eight of them were really arrogant. It was too much. He couldn’t get it, but next to him, the other people were whispering.

"Five real gas Dan, we bet." After a moment, Wang Xiong coldly, they together to make up, can also make up five true gas Dan.

"Good. The challenge of this mad dog, I accepted it." Zi Yan also nodded, regardless of the face of Wei Lin, directed at Wang Xiongdao: "If anyone loses, what should I do suddenly?"

"Hey, you still worry about yourself, there are a few real dans in the district, we are not in the eyes, our reputation can be more expensive than a few infuriating." Next to Wang Xiong, other disciples are cold.

"it is good."

Zi Yan walked toward the battle platform one step at a time and seemed very confident.

"Pretend, I don't know what to die when I die." Wang Xiong looked at the back of the purple sable, sneer again and again.

"When you will be shot, you must kneel down and kill him if you can't die." Wang Xiong whispered.

"Of course, just rush to this boy's insult to me, I have to fight him half-mutilated." Wei Lin confidently said.

The battle platform soon arrived. It was the place where the fight was before. Many in-house disciples from far away came to join in the fun.

Ten benevolent bets, but a big number.

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