Youth's Cultivation

Wang Xiaohu's words let many people breathe a sigh of relief. NIMA, I said earlier. I was scared to death!

The Jindan friar of the Mu family only has two turns. Originally, he didn't dare to face Wang Xiaohu alone and wanted to find help, but now he saw that he didn't even have allies. Lin Yue's head was still hanging there. Naturally, he didn't dare to break in without permission, but if Wang Xiaohu didn't let him out, wouldn't he die here!

"Wang Xiaohu, don't go too far!" The golden elixir of Mu family shouted angrily, as if he wanted to do it.

"Hehe, if you are not afraid of death, come up. The Lin family admires their people. Dare to kill them within ten meters of the hall!" Wang Xiaohu's sword intention gushed out again. This time, it was aimed at the Mujia Jindan friar. He was white in all aspects and involuntarily stepped back two steps.

To be honest, Wang Xiaohu is completely putting on airs. If he really starts, he can only rely on sneak attack to win. However, sword meaning, not to mention these guys, Lin Xuan, has not fully understood it. Therefore, the more he doesn't understand it, the more he feels unfathomable, so these talents are afraid to go forward!

Lin Jiamu's family, even the golden elixir period, was shocked and retreated, and others dared not move, but others did not care. Anyway, they were not aimed at themselves.

Ling Feiyan finally calmed down her emotions. She looked at Wang Xiaohu with a complex look. What Wang Xiaohu said is wrong. If there were no Ling family, would Lin Xuan Muhua target Qingyun gate? Although the jade spirit sect and the Tiandao sect joined hands and the Qingyun sect suffered a loss, the puppets brought out by the Perilla can definitely fight against the Jindan in the later stage. If it wasn't for the intervention of Ling Tianjian sect, the Qingyun sect would be enough to survive the crisis!

"Let's go!" Ling Feiyan ordered to take the Ling family's children into the transmission hall, and Wang Xiaohu didn't stop at all!

"Sorry!" Ling Feixu walked at the end, bowed his head and said in a very low voice. Then he didn't dare to see Wang Xiaohu, so he walked towards the hall.

"Hum, if you are so unruly next time, peel it off and hang it outside the mountain gate!" Wang Xiaohu's words almost made Ling Feixu fall. He looked back and stared at Wang Xiaohu, "hooligan!" Then he quickly entered the hall.

"You guy, why scare her? This girl has changed a lot in recent years!" The red dragon shook his head speechless.

"Cut, you are distressed, then you go!" Wang Xiaohu has a flat mouth. It's none of his business. It doesn't seem to have changed. His chest is still so big...

。。。

"Buzz!"

The transmission array lit up an aura. After the aura, the disciples of the Ling family were relieved and finally came out! Well, where is this? Why does it look familiar? Me x, what's going on? Why are you back? No, it's not transmitted at all?

Ling Feiyan also panicked. What's the situation? Check the transmission array. It seems that it is not damaged. The spirit stone is filled again!

"Buzz!"

The light flashed, Ling Feiyan and a group of people were still in the hall!

This time, not only the Ling family, but hundreds of people who entered the hall panicked. What's the situation? The transmission array failed?

"No, it's impossible. This transmission array is a fourth-order array. The array plate and flag made by Master Yi can't fail!"

"But! Can't it be the ghost of Wang Xiaohu? "

Some people guessed this possibility, but the transmission array was not damaged at all. Although Wang Xiaohu refined some arrays during this time, it was only second-order intermediate at most, which was far from fourth-order!

However, after trying for a long time, even several second-order array mages in the crowd checked the spirit array. The spirit array was not damaged at all, but why couldn't it be transmitted?

"Come on, fellow Taoist friends, don't miss passing by. The transfer array token is on sale, with ultra-low price and ultra-low discount!" Outside the hall, there was a sudden cry of selling, and the monks in the hall rushed out in an instant. However, when Wang Xiaohu was just gaining momentum, no one dared to be rude.

"Wang Xiaohu, are you the ghost?" Ling Feiyan bit her lips and glared at Wang Xiaohu.