"Those who are so clever and ungrateful, they are not to be cherished by death!"

The cold middle-aged man shouted coldly, stretched out his feet to kick the corpse out of the boat, secretly stripped off the Sumeru ring, and popped up a soul-scattering bead.

The white-clothed scholar was about to condense into a human-shaped ghost, and as the dark blue flashed, it instantly disintegrated, turning into clouds and smoke with the wind.

"Mr. Zuo, how dare you do this!"

The head of the Pavilion Fang was furious and was extremely surprised. Although he was extremely dissatisfied with the white-clothed scholar, he had never thought about killing the killer. It is important to know that behind the white-clothed scholar, the Yun family, was still standing.

Leng and middle-aged man said, "I will kill you if you kill me. The group of us is not harmonious, so we are waiting for villains because of this. Elder Xue is very kind to save his life. This person does not want to repay him and is still talking sarcastic. What's the point of keeping him like this? "

Not to mention it, he fled just now, and the initiator was also the one who caused it.

The Master Fang was so refuted by his clever words that he could not speak out. The middle-aged man said coldly, "The Master Fang doesn't need to worry. If the Yun family brings trouble, Zuo will answer, saying that he was killed by the Blood Bat Demon King. If he didn't tell Yun to escape for a while, it would be considered as leaving his face for the Yun family, and there is nothing to say when he comes to the Yun family."

Pavilion Master Fang was completely speechless, and this man had already figured out everything he had.

Xu Yi secretly kept a secret about this person. This was a real slippery man. He escaped from the front and turned against him. He was able to get along with all his strength and returned home with a full load.

Xu Yi had no regrets about the death of the white-clothed Xiushi, but he was unhappy. The only thing he was unhappy was that a piece of fat meat was swallowed by the left man, and he was not at all.

After everything was settled, Xu Yi was unwilling to socialize with everyone. He sued the Lord Fang, returned the flying plate, and returned the belly to the room, and took the reserve in the room. He ate a meal in a hurry, closed the door, summoned the iron spirit, turned into a silver bow, pulled the dragon beard, and repeatedly pulled the bowstrings.

He was not satisfied with the two arrows just now. Both arrows aimed at the head of the Earth Blood Bat Demon King, and only the second arrow was the one. This was much different from his test shooting of copper coins in the martial arts field.

Xu Yi thought for a moment and knew how the difference was caused. One was that the ox horn bow was not as good as the silver bow. The former was tried thousands of times, but the silver bow was used for the first time.

Moreover, the strengths of the two are completely different. If you try the ox horn bow, Xu Yi can simply shoot arrows, but the dragon whiskers of the silver bow need to be hidden to open.

The hidden edge style is a method of attracting round and gathering strength. It is used on bowstrings and strings, and is far from the success of flowing clouds and flowing water.

Since you know where the mistakes are, Xu Yi naturally has to make up for it, and the strong will strive to win. Any omission will be almost fatal.

Xu Yi cannot be said to be obsessed with martial arts, but he is quite persistent. The only reason for his persistence lies in his yearning for powerful power.

He roams the flying immortals and hugs the bright moon for a long time. Since he has come to this world of powerful power, how can Xu Yi not want to climb to the peak of that power?

He might even think that one day, he would really practice to the point where he practiced to the point of meditation and fortune. He would really be able to travel through time and space and return to the past.

The thoughts were ethereal, but the mind was extremely firm. This time, the bow was 300 times, and it was completely exhausted and the arms lost consciousness. Xu Yi put the iron spirit and dragon beard into the Sumeru ring.

Lying on the bed, I fell asleep.

A slight vibration came, Xu Yi opened his eyes and knew that the flying boat had landed on the ground.

As Master Fang jumped off the boat, he realized that he had been on a wide platform. Nearly ten aircraft of various types had been sparsely stopped on the platform, but no one was seen.

Soon, two maids in green skirts came over quickly. It turned out that they were the recruiting personnel sent by the conference organization.

After half a stick of incense, Xu Yi entered a stone chamber he had assigned. Through the narrow window, he looked around. The bright moon was hanging high among the mountains and valleys, and he knew that this must be a mountain range in the Hueyin Mountains.

After flying for four or five hours, the journey was only thousands of miles, and it was indeed not yet available to the Hueyin Mountain.

The moon was cold and the wind was quiet, and I had a good night's sleep. The next morning, a maid was taken to a elegant room and enjoyed a sumptuous breakfast alone. He was sent back to the room and told Xu Yi not to go out and wait for a notice.

After the instructions, the maid stood outside the door, as if worried that Xu Yi would not listen to the advice and went out rashly.

The guest was as he pleased, and Xu Yi was too lazy to ask, so he summoned the newly purchased "Wan Yao Zhi" from the Sumeru ring and started reading it with great pleasure.

The large body, nearly one foot thick, is full of vivid stories, and all kinds of monsters, almost impossible to imagine, without the Lord of Nature.

After about two pages, the Pavilion Master Fang walked in and the maid outside had disappeared.

Xu Yi put away the "Wan Yao Zhi" and suddenly found that the Lord Fang's face was unhappy and asked why.

Master Fang said, "I don't know how many changes happened in this perineum mountain. A large number of monsters were tyrannical. On the way, several teams suffered casualties. The organizer decided to omit the process and directly enter the topic. It was less than three minutes later. It was the exchange time for our team. You should raise your energy and wait for my notification later. You must not go out."

The Lord Fang told me a few words and left alone. Xu Yi continued to find out the "Wan Yao Zhi" to read.

Although it was deep in the mountains, the host prepared very well, and the lunch and sumptuous lunch were delivered directly to the room.

After dinner, I took a nap. When I got up, Master Fang led Elder Lei, Mrs. Feng and Leng Jun Middle-aged, and passed by the window. Without waiting for a knock on the door, Xu Yi opened the door and walked out, nodded to greet each other, and followed Master Fang to the west.

After walking for two miles, seven or eight stone caves appeared in front of him. Elder Lei and Mrs. Feng, the cold middle-aged man saw the stone cave and was familiar with it, so he passed by himself.

The Lord Fang pulled Xu Yi over and explained a few words, and it was okay to go there.

Xu Yi then realized that this stone cave was the place where the qualifications were checked and the auction numbers were redeemed.

He chose the stone cave on the left. As soon as he entered, the gate of the cave was closed and the pearls on the wall lit up. Only then did he find that the stone cave was extremely small and rustic, and it seemed that it was temporarily chopped out to fill it.

An old man with a gray beard sat lazily behind a table, feeling weak, "What's the point? This is not the first time, hurry up and light up, you're always using some insignificant products to make up for the numbers." He obviously regarded Xu Yi as a regular customer.

Fortunately, Xu Yi knew the truth, and immediately summoned Chen Fenglei's judge's pen and handed it forward.

In an instant, the white-bearded old man looked bitter and snorted coldly, "I just said that I hope it is not a charge, so I came to charge the numbers. It seems that I really need to reflect it to the top. In the future, the quality of medium and low-quality goods will not be collected!"

It turns out that this judge's pen is a medium and low-grade blood vessel that has barely met the redemption standard this time. The organizer holds this event and naturally hopes that the higher the treasures you get, the better, but high-end treasures in the world have always been scarce.

Those who come to the conference can get the medium and low-quality blood vessels, so that in the past two times, the organizer issued strict requirements, and each participant is allowed to hand over one medium and low-quality blood vessel at most.
Chapter completed!