Youth's Cultivation

"Thank you!" Wang Xiaohu held the ice pulp for ten thousand years, but he didn't open it, because it would only lead to unnecessary trouble here.

"Take the things in here first and try to change some more for me!" Wang Xiaohu took out a jade bottle and handed it to Murong Jiu.

With Murong Jiu's qualification, his identity in the ice temple will not be too low. At least he can exchange some. What Wang Xiaohu gives is more than 100 kilograms of deep-sea chalcedony. Although this thing is precious, if it can be exchanged for 10000 years of ice chalcedony, Wang Xiaohu will be happy!

"Ah, deep sea chalcedony... Not so much!" Murong nine almost screamed.

"Take it first. If someone has ten thousand years of ice pulp in his hand, you can change some for me. Anyway, the monk can't run away from the temple. If you run away, I'll find your Murong family!" Wang Xiaohu said with a smile.

"You guy, if you don't go to Murong's house, remember to find me!" Murong purple clothes on one side were convinced of Wang Xiaohu's tone of voice. The Murong family was not weaker than the medicine Valley, even took turns in combat effectiveness, and even was still above the medicine valley.

"Sword without God, how did that guy come..." Murong Ziyi saw a sword without God in black, like an invisible sword, coming here, and immediately became nervous, because there are too many legends about the genius of the sword field these years!

"He came to me!" Wang Xiaohu said with a smile.

"You, you won't offend this guy, will you?" Murong Jiu's face also changed a little. The others seemed to be afraid of the sword.

"Well, it shouldn't count. I just let him carry a black pot. I shouldn't be so stingy!" Wang Xiaohu shrugged indifferently, while Murong Ziyi and others were slightly stiff.

"Younger martial brother Wang, you really didn't disappoint me!" Jian Wushen stood three feet away, stopped and looked at Wang Xiaohu.

"Elder martial brother Wushen, it's a pity that I couldn't meet you back then, but now elder martial brother Wushen hasn't let me down!" Wang Xiaohu also looked at the sword without God.

At this moment, they seemed to condense an invisible sword and oppress each other!

"Everybody, step back!"

The silver haired old man in the sword domain didn't seem to expect that jianwushen would show his sword intention at the same time with the boy of the medicine Valley at this moment. Although their cultivation is very weak, sometimes the sword intention has nothing to do with their cultivation!

He was not allowed to say. The people behind Wang Xiaohu quickly stepped back. Even Ling Xuan, who never left, also stepped back, and looked at Wang Xiaohu with some accident in his eyes.

Behind Wang Xiaohu, the invisible sword became clearer and clearer, and seemed to show a different color.

However, there is no color behind the sword without God.

"Buzzing..."

For a moment, there were countless sword chants around. Even the spirit swords placed in the storage space flew out one after another, and one by one rushed to the top of their heads. However, seven or eight out of ten spirit swords fell on the side of the sword without God, while Wang Xiaohu had less than 30%.

However, Wang Xiaohu still did not retreat. Behind him, all the spirit swords gathered into a huge sword and still oppressed the sword God.

The sword Wushen still stood still. Even those spirit swords flying into his head were only suspended without any change!

"Click..."

"Click..."

In an instant, more than ten spirit swords broke!