The taxi parked at the corner of Mount Emei, and the fat man stopped tactfully. "There must be many intrigues in the big sect. Don't join in, talk less, and get along with your brothers." Although you know Su Xue's well-behaved, the fat man still reminded him endlessly. As the disciple of the elder Wenjian, it is inevitable that people will be jealous. I hope it will not be excluded.

"I know, my ears are almost calloused, otherwise you can go up the mountain with me. Only when conditions are satisfied will I stay." Su Xue begs for mercy pitifully

"You'd better go up the mountain by yourself. I'll have a bad impact on you." When Su Xue was about to leave, the fat man called her again. "Well, if you are wronged in Shushan, or the old guy treats you badly, you'll come back and ask Elder Jian. Although he has good skills, unfortunately, his personality is strange. A famous teacher is not the only one who asks Jian. You are not relying on others and you don't need to compromise."

Su Xue had just taken two steps, suddenly her eyes became hot, she turned around and threw herself into the fat man's arms, raised her pink fist and hit her back, "Hate, are you still letting others go?"

The two of them farewells attracted many pedestrians to watch, but the fat man was immersed in the sorrow of parting and was completely unaware of Su Xue's slightly shaking shoulders. The hair that touched the nose made the fat man obsessed, so he could not care about the other things.

A middle-aged monk with elegant temperament came to the next two and urged: "Can you two be good, hurry up? I have been guarding my junior sister in Shanjiao for half a year. Every time I can't wait for someone to go back, I will be scolded by the elders. I see you have been away and stayed several times. What can I say in one go?"

It turned out that Shushan had sent people to Qianshan to welcome him. It seems that Elder Wenjian attaches great importance to the disciples he received. You must know that all the cultivators used their lives to practice before the Nascent Soul stage, wasting half a year of waiting for others. The fat man felt very distressed for him, but the emperor was not a shortage of hungry soldiers. It is unknown if the sword has given him any benefits.

Su Xue blushed and hurriedly escaped from Wang Hao's arms, explaining: "I'm late because of some sudden changes in my family. It's half a year since I've been waiting for a senior brother for a long time."

The middle-aged monk was immediately discouraged and advised the fat man: "Although Shushan does not entertain foreign guests, you are a relative of the junior sister and a cultivator. It is okay to come and see it and remember not to slander the Shushan Sword Sect, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble." Although his tone was tolerant, he could hear the displeasure. Perhaps he was complaining that the fat man had just said something and asked the sword elder that his status was extremely respectful, and he was like the signature of the Shushan Sword Sect. Just like Chen Xuan was the signature of the Xingyue Sect, how could he allow outsiders to slander him.

There is no reason to come to scold the master. The fat man quickly explained that it was a pure misunderstanding just now. He admired Senior Wen Jian very much, so he sent Su Xue to become a disciple from thousands of miles away. Basically, it took less than three hours to take a bus from Chengdu to Mount Emei.

Halfway through the explanation, I heard a sharp angrily scolding, "Boy, the ring on your hand should be Xinglan. I don't care what your relationship is with Chen Xuan. As long as I dare to talk nonsense in Shushan, be careful that I will crush your bones and ashes to see my daughter give you a chance to spare you once. Go down the mountain, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."

To be precise, it should be felt that each note is like a sword unsheathed, piercing people's hearts and being able to transform the sound into the sharpness of a magic weapon. Looking at the world, there is only one person who cares about the sword.

Even if the fat man has the strength of the God-Skilling Stage, he cannot stand the torture. He hurriedly urged his true energy to resist. The Rising Heaven seemed to be provoked and faced the sword energy without fear. It is worthy of being a legendary famous sword. He resisted the sharpness of the Sword of Inquiry in an instant, so that the fat man would not make a fool of himself in public.

However, Wang Hao's situation is still uncomfortable. Although Rising Tianzhihen helped to help relieve the situation, he angered the hot elder Wen Jian. The sword energy hit his chest like an invisible blade. If he relaxed a little, he would pass through his body. His mind was blank. He could only feel the indescribable sharpness and coldness.

The famous Sword Sword is not going to make things difficult for the younger generation. It is just to get back the face. Who told the fat man to slander Shushan just now and call him an old guy? The other half is to test the fat man's strength. Although he could see that Wang Hao had just arrived at the God-Studying Stage, he suspected the relationship between the fat man and Chen Xuan Fei Qian

The two have a huge difference in their identities. If they say that their friends are definitely no one to believe it, but the Star Blue Ring is really worn on Wang Hao's finger. Is it a master and apprentice? If the fat man uses the formation to escape, it will undoubtedly confirm that the three masters have no successors so far. If any disciple is taken, it will inevitably affect the ranking of the master list, or even the ranking of the sects behind him. For example, if he ascends before he finds his successor, he will ascend to the top, and the reputation of Shushan is likely to plummet and lose the highlight of the master list. The ranking of the sect is no different from the towers in the air. What kind of persuasion is there? Now, elder Wenjian is the first to find the successor. As long as he seizes the time and trains carefully, and helps his disciples enter the Nascent Soul stage before he ascends, he can at least ensure the glory of Shushan for hundreds of years in the future.

Although Wang Hao received the nine formations given by Chen Xuan, he had not had time to learn about them. Moreover, he couldn't even touch the shadow of his opponent now, so how could he consider the formation? There were only two words in his head, and he was too dissatisfied with the disparity between the two sides. In the stalemate, the Sky-Strip Seal became the main force. After several attempts, the fat man barely suppressed his body and received Wang Hao's generous donation of true energy. The Sky-Strip Seal gradually recovered his previous ability. Although the progress was extremely slow, he never stopped every moment. He recovered with his ability and was also unwilling to be lonely.

Fighting is always the fastest way to improve your cultivation, but it can only work unless you reach the limit of the human body. Therefore, it is not worth promoting and popularizing the ice flames burst into the whole body for a moment, and even spread out of the body. It suddenly entered the cold winter in a radius of five or sixty meters.

Since the sword asked the sword to condense and the sword energy, it was only applied to the fat man, so no one could know what had happened. Su Xueqing couldn't help but make two chills, and then looked at the wonder of the surroundings in surprise. A dark blue light wrapped around the fat man like a fog, and at the same time it emitted an incredible low temperature. The cold air spread incredibly rapidly. The white frost climbed onto the lush forest at a visible level of the naked eye.

"What's wrong with you?" Su Xue asked while stretching out her little hand and leaning towards the fat man, just like a child pulling a grenade insurance

The middle-aged monk quickly stopped it, and the fighting energy among the masters condensed. The current situation is evenly matched. The contact between ordinary people is equivalent to a catharsis. If you have to explode on the spot, you must say that the fat man can fight with Wen Jian to half a pound. That is nonsense. The person just went to the front mountain to explore, and he did not do his best when fighting. Even so, he could force the fat man to breathe. However, Wen Jian wanted to win overwhelmingly in a short period of time. It was a delusion that the attacker launched by the Yuan Shen had just a momentum.

The two of them were shocked at the same time. They threw the mouse and were afraid of being afraid of hurting their beloved disciples. They finally found a satisfactory successor. They were not only talented but also pure in personality. The old guy liked from the bottom of his heart that not only sent his disciples to the front mountain to wait every day, but also quietly divided his soul to search, for fear that the disciples would miss it for a while. This practice has reached the limit of the old man. His identity is really impossible to appear in the front mountain.

Who knew that this guard had been for half a year, and finally waited for the girl. Just as he was about to take back his soul, he heard the fat man making a fuss and then decided to teach him a lesson. If he accidentally affected the fish of the pond, his beloved disciple would be ruined before he could get started. The old guy must have even cried.

The sword energy condensed in the chest suddenly disappeared, and the sharp blade turned into a cyclone and drifted to both sides. It decayed very quickly. It just rolled up a few fallen leaves. How many people could do this method?

Wang Hao's worries were the same as him, but he could not be able to retract and release them freely. The cold air of the Wanzai Ice Soul burst out, and the forty-five degrees in front immediately turned into a northern scenery. If Su Xue stood in front of him, she would have to be blown into an ice man at this moment.

Even though the god passed through humans, it was still a little bit difficult to bully people in this way, and I couldn't get any advantage for a while.

If the fat man is a despicable person, he must use a middle-aged monk as a meat shield. Although the protection effect is not obvious, it is better than nothing. At least he pulled a cushion before he died. You must know that when he attacked the fat man as a sword, he would not know how many people's glasses would fall out after he was reported.
Chapter completed!