Youth's Cultivation

Although for practitioners, although this injury is not fatal, it is also a great loss of vitality.

"Whoosh!"

A figure fell from the cloud. The young man in purple, or the young woman dressed as a man, fed Tang Ao with a pill, frowned and looked at Wang Xiaohu with some displeasure, "you're heavy!"

"Really? I don't think he would have died if he hadn't been Xueer's classmate! " There was a chill in Wang Xiaohu's eyes. No matter how Zhou Ningxue was, Wang Xiaohu still left a little room. He didn't want to completely break with the ethereal nine fairy palace. Otherwise, it would be light for Wang Xiaohu to kill him a thousand times just by virtue of this guy's performance!

"Your talent is good, but do you think you have the qualification to compete with the ethereal nine fairy palace?" It's not a threat, it's more like a warning.

"How do you know if you don't try?" Wang Xiaohu's eyes looked at Zhou Ningxue again, "there are thousands of skills in the world. Why should she practice that shit formula of forgetting love?"

Wang Xiaohu's voice was full of anger. He just took the time to ask the shameless dragon. The formula of forgetting love was created by an ancient great power. It was powerful, but it would cut off love. Except for cultivation, everything else was floating clouds, and there was no way back. At least in the impression of the shameless dragon, he practiced the formula of forgetting love, One by one, they are like people without feelings. They can do anything crazy. Everything is just to embark on the road of eternal life. Such a madman can be called terrible!

"You don't understand!" With a sigh, Dashao returned to the blue cloud where the ethereal nine fairy palace was located, carrying Tang Ao with a faint breath.

Qingluo stared at Wang Xiaohu coldly, but she didn't seem to have the intention to do it. If she did it to Wang Xiaohu at the moment, wouldn't the ethereal nine fairy palace be a reputation that she couldn't afford to lose!

Ao Qing and Gong yuxu, who were seen by Wang Xiaohu, all looked gloomy. Ao Qing was stopped by the old hall Lord nearby by his shoulder. Gong yuxu seemed not to see Wang Xiaohu's provocation, and the color of fear in his eyes was self-evident.

"Cough... Challenge continues..." as the referee, the sea temple elder in the middle of the fit environment broke the deadlock and shouted to the crowd around, but even half of the qualified challengers didn't go up. All the moves failed in the middle of the fit environment. Who else would go up and die?

"If there is no challenge, contestant No. 7 will be promoted directly and get three drops of Jiuling holy spring water..." after the referee shouted several times, no one is still on the stage. Although each challenge arena has only ten drops of Jiuling holy spring water and three qualifications to advance to the final finals, but now, no one is still willing to go up and fight with this guy. Is it possible to win?

Don't mention them, even those top ranked ones seem to have no chance!

After drinking tea Kung Fu, Wang Xiaohu received three drops of Jiuling holy spring water and a promotion token. He turned and left the square and returned to the side hall where he temporarily lived. Even the eyes of the Soviet bandits were completely ignored. At the moment, he had no intention to report his trends to the Soviet bandits in recent years.

"Master, is he all right?" The peony behind the Su bandit asked with a dim look.