In China, Japan has never been treated very seriously. After all, those people have a criminal record of trying to betray humans on Earth. Therefore, once someone cooperates with the Japanese, they will always be treated differently. Now it seems that in order to deal with Long Tian, ​​the aristocratic families of the alien blood alliance seem to have nothing to care about and even join the Japanese.

Little White Mouse had only heard Zhang Wuji talk about the matter of the Second Blood Alliance before, but he didn't care. Now that he heard that the Second Blood Alliance was actually related to the Japanese, he immediately said angrily: "There is such a thing? Japanese people? These aristocratic families are really disgusting. Don't they know what Japanese people have done?"

"How come they don't know? But it's easy to forget some things for their own benefit." Long Tian shook his head, then turned to Zhang Wuji and said, "Those people just run away. If they really have any intentions to me, Zhuwu Lianhuanzhuang, they will come. After all, you are only innate level. It's not easy for others to come and be destroyed by you. How can you blame you?"

Since he has already realized the awareness of standing opposite the aristocratic family, he has also brought many players to his command, and the number of Japanese people in 223 will not affect Long Tian's plan.

At that moment, Long Tian gave the owner of Zhu Wu Lianhuanzhuang the seal to Xiaobaishi, allowing him to use this as a means to enter the Emei Formation and bring the news that Long Tian had important matters temporarily disappeared for a day or two. Long Tian and Zhang Wuji found a hidden place nearby and meditated silently to regulate their breathing.

Half a day later, the agreed time with Wei Yixiao was approaching. Little White Mouse came from the communication. A green shadow harassed Emei's original formation and headed north. Long Tian set out together like Zhang Wuji and headed north.

After six or seven miles away, the landform has gradually changed. The snow field in the past slowly retreated, leaving only the boundless yellow sand embedded in white snow. This is a large desert in Kunlun and a natural barrier before the top of Guangming.

Long Tian looked at the nearby scene and suddenly let out a loud roar. After a while, two figures ran towards him one after another. The one in front was the green shadow transformed by Wei Yixiao Gao Jueqing, and the other in the latter was a fat man wearing a yellow and red monk's robe. One step at a time, although it was extremely fast, it was obviously much shorter than Wei Yixiao.

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"I saw that Master Long Manor, you were not in the Emei Formation, I just thought you had already run away, but I didn't expect Master Long Manor to be trustworthy." Wei Yixiao's body stopped in an instant, clasped his fists at Long Tian, ​​and turned to Zhang Wuji and said, "Is this one who can cure my cold poison? Let me take a look at his internal strength and cultivation."

As he was speaking, Wei Yixiao had already slapped it in the air with a palm, and the light blue palm power attacked Zhang Wuji with cold air. Although Wei Yixiao had the cultivation level of the second level of innate, this palm did not use the second level of innate skills, but just an outward attack of the first level of innate.

Although Long Tian didn't like Wei Yixiao's unrestrained approach, it can be seen that Zhang Wuji should be able to easily take the attack, so he didn't say anything.

But what he didn't expect was that Zhang Wuji, who was unknown to the past, seemed to remember something terrible when he saw this palm. In horror, his hand was filled with the internal force of Nine Yang almost instantly. Not only did he smash Wei Yixiao's light blue palm force, but he also counterattacked back.

"Xuanming Divine Palm? Who are you?!"

Accompanied by Zhang Wuji's shouts, the golden palm power approached in front of Wei Yixiao. Wei Yixiao's beard moved slightly, a divine light flashed in his eyes, and several palm powers slapped out in a series, just eliminating Zhang Wuji's attack invisibly, fully demonstrating the powerful innate second-level internal force control skills.

"Wuji, stop. That's not Xuanming Divine Palm, but Han Ice Palm. You admit that you are wrong."

Hearing Zhang Wuji's shout, Long Tian knew why this kid suddenly burst out. The Xuanming Divine Palm and Han Bing Mian Palm are similar in nature, both of which are Yin Han Palm. Although Zhang Wuji has extremely high martial arts talent, he lacks experience after all, and he actually admits the mistake of Han Bing Mian Palm. Seeing that Zhang Wuji was still trying to attack again, Long Tian quickly interrupted.

Wei Yixiao smiled and said, "The Nine Yang Divine Art is good, but this young man is almost in his eyes, but his skills are excellent. However, I have to agree first. If I can't relieve my cold poison, I will ask you two to give out some blood."

As long as he uses his internal strength, the cold poison in Wei Yixiao's body will start to take off. At this moment, a faint white frost has emerged from his cheeks. His words were half a warning and half a threat, but he completely ignored his cold poison that had not been treated. However, he also has the capital, after all, the innate second-level natural barrier is still on Long Tian and Zhang Wuji.

"Bat King, you said this ugly thing too early, but it was inappropriate, so that I could not say it. "After saying these few words, the fat monk finally caught up and said with a smile: "To relieve your cold poison, I have been looking for the fire frog repeatedly, but I didn't expect that the Nine Yang Divine Art will reappear in the world. Things in the world are really wonderful! I think you have to thank these two friends first."

The monk was carrying a big pocket with a strange texture behind his back, and his smile seemed like a constant buff, which was something that the Budai monk among the five scattered people of the Ming Cult cannot say. He and Wei Yixiao had the best friendship, and they could entrust their lives to resolve Wei Yixiao's cold poison. I don't know how many rare treasures he had found.

Long Tian had no reaction to Wei Yixiao's threat and the monk's kindness. In the world, we can't just look at the surface. Although Wei Yixiao's words are harsh, his words and deeds are consistent. But this monk doesn't look at him smiling, but if he really becomes an enemy, he will be ruthless and ruthless.

"Bat King, it's useless to say more. Just try to detoxify. Even if you don't say it, will the cold poison be solved, and will you let me go?" After Long Tian finished speaking, he pointed at Wei Yixiao and said to Zhang Wuji: "Wuji, this is Wei Yixiao, the Qing-winged Bat King among the Ming Cult's Dharma Kings. He is a good brother with a deep friendship with your adopted father Xie Xun. He has been in his body for decades, and only your Nine Yang Divine Art can completely cure it. Please help him."

After hearing this, Zhang Wuji's hostile eyes immediately changed. Xie Xun was his few relatives in the world, and he had been with him like a father and son since he was a child. He had a different feeling in his heart almost immediately for Xie Xun's brothers. Even Wei Yixiao's thin appearance was beautified in his eyes.

Wei Yixiao was also extremely surprised. He wanted to ask something, but he was blocked by Long Tian with words and said that he would only talk about the cold poison before he could say anything else.
Chapter completed!