The Legend of the Demon Sword Emperor
Old Monk

    Looking at Xing Yun, who turned around and left after speaking, everyone nearby was stunned.

    This, this, this ...

    "I'm not underestimating you, but I'm worried about you."

    Kong Yu said lightly: "The ones you despised, despised, and looked down upon just now are the ones you despised, despised, and despised. have worked hard day and night for at least a few years, or even more than ten years. People who can't catch up!"

    "He ignored you because you were too trashy. The beastmaster would never notice an ant abusing him, even if he could step on him to death. Because it would insult itself. Understood it?

    Everyone was immediately embarrassed.

    He was afraid to insult himself.

    Just now, he and the others were so outspoken and slandering that he simply slapped his own face!

    For a while, many people looked at Xing Yun's back, which left, with some admiration.

    It is a strong fighter, not arrogant or rushed, not arrogant or arrogant ... Of course, some people would get angry when they heard this.

    Confucius also followed the trend and sighed a little.

    His eyes were not fierce, but he could at least tell one thing apart.

    The height that Xing Yun would reach in the future was what he was destined to see.

    He did not hate Xing Yun at first, but simply because he was fighting Xing Yun to cultivate Wei Hai and make Wei Hai stronger.

    Now that Wei Hai disappeared for no reason, he did not know whether to live or die, so he naturally had to make plans for himself.

    Not to mention his relationship with Xing Yun was good, at least Xing Yun could not be directed at him.

    Otherwise, he was very confident that the older one had done so.

    Xing Yun in the distance also heard Kong Yu's words behind him and couldn't help but laugh, but he never expected Kong Yu to say these words.

    But Xing Yun was not a person with a small stomach, Kong Yu was gentle in disguise, and Xing Yun would not be like him in the future.

    Looking at Wu Lingyan, a tall platform in the distance, Xing Yun smiled gently and walked slowly.

    Somewhere in the crowd, a young man with long silver hair looked at Xing Yun and his eyes were slightly hot, "Hey, you are really strong, you are really strong, I'm looking forward to fighting you!"

    Not far from there, Huang Ye was drinking tea. Shyly, Glancing at Xing Yun, he smiled cheaply, but his eyes were filled with fighting intent.

    The fake monk who was eating chicken drumsticks and drinking also smirked, "What the hell, the progress is scary. If I don't have a good chance and wake up the Buddha's body, I will be hanged and beaten by you now.

    " At the same time, other places followed one after another Many people watched Xing Yun, some people were fighting, some were sneering and insulting ...

    Because only the strong could sense it, but Xing Yun did not even release his spiritual power!

    When he came to Gaotai, Xing Yun bowed his hands to Ye Wufeng and Zhuang Yuhan, then looked at Wu Lingyan and smiled, "Did you miss me? I know you're thinking, don't quibble, don't talk nonsense, come and hug one.

    "You're dead." Wu Lingyan's face flushed red and her face was embarrassed.

    She was by no means a carefree character, and being ridiculed in public at this moment, she was almost embarrassed ...

    Zhuang Yuhan could not help but smile, "You won't be serious. Yaner can't stand your actions."

    Xing Yun grinned and quickly returned to his seriousness, but he made some people shut their mouths to hide their laughter.

    “How have you improved in the last two weeks?” Zhu Yerou said with a smile.

    "So-so."

    Xing Yun smiled and replied faintly, then asked: "I made a general observation, and his strength is a lot at the late stages of martial arts."

    Wu Lingyan nodded and looked at Xing Yun and said: "Because of the Mad Sword Sect we have many talented geniuses."

    "In addition to the top ten, there are several others who deserve your attention. They are also unfathomable in strength."

    "Hang Yunshan, eighteen years old, at the peak of the ninth level of the martial arts realm. He has the ability to be first. The family legacy of the Lieyun Sabre was very strong. "

    "Feng Guangyi ... Chen Lei ... Shi Yan ... Killing ... Mu Yunshang ..."

    Wu Lingyan, Zhu Yerou, Zhuang Yuhan: "..."

    Xing Yun smiled, and then suddenly asked: "Mu Yunshang? It seems a woman?

    " By breaking through the realm of martial arts, just hide it," Wu Lingyan said.

    Xing Yun was suddenly startled, "Sixteen? Is it very strong?"

    "The most powerful is one-handed swordsmanship. I feel it can be compared to Liu Zhiming, who is known as the young sword king."

    Wu Lingyan suddenly whispered: "If not, do you think that the little Bidou from the outer sect, the sect master, the black-robed elders, and the monk will come?"

    Xing Yun nodded, it was truly an evil sect, and there were so many people nonsense, but Xing Yun nodded. Not scared, but very excited!

    The stronger the opponent, the more fun it was to fight.

    Suddenly Xing Yun felt that someone was staring at him, he suddenly turned his head, and saw that it was a fake monk!

    “Small men, come and come.” The fake monk waved at Xing Yun and let Xing Yun go.

    Xing Yun was surprised, he didn't seem to know her well.

    But Xing Yun did not hesitate and came immediately.

    “Bhikkhu, are you also a member of the Mad Sword Sect?”

    “Well, homicide expert, you can call me monk.”

    “…”

    Xing Yun was sure, this was indeed a fake monk, and his name was extremely unusual.

    He glanced at Zhan Ling lightly, "What's wrong with you calling me here? Didn't let me release the water when I faced murder? If that's the case, I'm sorry. If I do, I'll definitely kill him."

    Xing Yun never forgot the fact that he had to jump into the Black Flame Waterfall because of his murderous power!

    Such a bastard, Xing Yun would never hold it back!

    Xing Yun could have slammed him for a long time, but he couldn't even write his challenge, because he lived in the inner sect!

    On weekdays, they rarely meet each other. The only time they met was when Qin Qingxuan first appeared. Back then, Xing Yun had no skills, let alone killing.

    This time Xing Yun believed that he could not escape!

    “Hey, little boy, you're too worried. I won't do anything embarrassing.”

    Zhan Ling took a sip of wine and said, “If you can really defeat him, I can make him a slave and a servant for him. Whaddya think? "

    No. gabe. I'm gonna kill him."

    "You can't kill him, and you can't kill him."

    Zhan Ling bit the chicken leg, but she sent a voice transmission to Xing Yun, "You seem to know the Earth Demon Sword King Formation?"

    Xing Yun suddenly looked surprised, and this sentence clearly told Xing Yun that he knew the existence of the Night Soul Sword!

    "Don't get excited. Don't let anyone else think that I...Bah, Lao Na, what happened to you. Lao Na can't lose this guy."

    Zhan Ling bit the chicken leg and said, "Since you know the Earth Demon Sword King Formation, And if it is recognized, you should probably know its power. So to prevent it from being discovered from time to time, it would bring about movement when it was killed, so our bloodline would be guarded for generations, waiting for its owner."

    Xing Yun's eyes narrowed, but quickly calmed down and said calmly, "Then why don't you meet him in person?

       Xing Yun was slow.

    “Can't you know? To be honest, the old man was also unable to figure it out. The formations we make must be guarded by our posterity from generation to generation. What kind of thing is this? The most important thing is that none of our bloodlines cannot open the formation, let alone obtain it."

    "Brand Bloodline?"

    "How do you know!"