I! The Strongest Suzerain

As the flames rolled, the peach blossoms that filled the sky with aura were instantly burned into the air.

"Hahaha! It's good to burn! It's good to burn! Look at this shitty pseudo-mother and pretend to be forceful!"

"Come on, junior brother! It's best to kill him!"

"Junior brother, don't be afraid! After killing him, we can bear it for you!"

The group of male disciples became more and more aggressive. Ancestor Hanxue listened to the aggressive language of the group of disciples.

"Above the arena, the sword is silent! No matter life or death, if you are accidentally beaten to death, you are also responsible for yourself. If anyone dares to make trouble after his disciple is beaten to death, this old man will be the first to let him go!

This time, the big competition is to choose the strongest, and then give it a good reward!"

Ancestor Hanxue's voice fell in a mighty voice, and a group of Xuelong's male disciples became even more excited, and even wanted to challenge Dynasty Qingkong.

"Six seven seven" "Join the dynasty later, if the pseudo-mother wins, the junior brother will go up and kill him for the senior brothers, senior brothers..."

"Fuck! How can this kind of thing let the junior brother do it, can't let the junior brother take the risk, the senior brother is rough and thick, and he is the best at cleaning up the pseudo-mother!"

"Don't talk about it, me! I'll go! I swear that I will kill him slowly! I will never let the brothers and sisters down."

"Don't fight! I think it's best for me to do the hard work of fighting!"

"Grandma's! No matter what the quarrel is, it's not over yet! Let's quarrel later! Let's cheer on that fellow Fire Fighter!"

A dark Xuelongshan disciple opened his mouth and said, this dark Xuelongshan disciple is dark and short, with a flat head, but no one dared to laugh at him.

This is a real grass-roots powerhouse! At the age of fourteen, he was picked up by a monk in the early Yuanshen stage in Xuelong Mountain and brought back to his sect.

Among the sects where the weak and the strong eat, this dark cultivator was helpless in one year and stepped into the innate! Three years to open the purple house! Now that he is ten years old, he is already a half-step Primordial Spirit powerhouse!

He is a rare single spiritual root! It is absolutely inevitable to break through the peak of the primordial spirit in the future! Maybe he may be able to step into the question...

"Brother said that we are really in a hurry."

"Right, right...Fellow Daoist Fire Fighter, come on!"

"Fellow Daoist Yuhuo, come on!"

A group of Xuelong Mountain male disciples were surprisingly unanimous, which can be said to be a rare anecdote in thousands of years.

Wang Chao Qingkong's complexion gradually became unsightly, the folding fan directly and slowly grew larger, and a complicated seal was sent out from his hand.

Then the folding fan slammed into Yuhuo, and when Yuhuo's hand moved, the flames gathered into fists, and the ten-meter-large flame fist was punched out!

Boom!!

A powerful force slammed into the dynasty Qingkong.

"fall!"

Chao Qingkong snorted coldly, and a powerful force erupted, ruthlessly pressing down the huge flame fist.

"Royal Fire · Burn!"

Yuhuo shouted angrily, the flame fist burst into brilliance in an instant, and a little flame instantly wrapped the folding fan slowly.

Dynasty Qingkong's complexion changed greatly, and if he continued to burn like this, his own folding fan magic weapon would be destroyed.

"Snow Control!"

Dynasty Qingkong took back the folding fan, and a pile of snowflakes formed in his palm. This is a secret technique of Xuelong Mountain. The technique of controlling snow!

Snow is melted by water. It is also May Day.

Fighting fire with water seems to have the upper hand.

However...the snowflake melted instantly when it touched the flame fist of the Royal Fire.

Even the water is evaporated.

No way... The snow control technique that Chao Qingkong practiced was only half-off the level of the chain.

"what?!"

There was a hint of panic in Wang Chaoqing's eyes.

"Hahaha! This evil brush, what kind of snow-breaking technique...is able to be roasted."

"Throw the face of Snow Dragon Mountain!"

"It's ridiculous that you don't have the strength to still like to show off!"

"Just a fake mother, the shame of Xuelong Mountain! The clown jumping on the beam!"

A group of male disciples from Xuelong Mountain opened their mouths one after another.

"Brother Dynasty, come on!"

"Brother Dynasty! You are invincible in our hearts!"

"The kingdoms of the world are invincible in the sky!"

"The kingdoms of the world are invincible in the sky!"

......

Not to mention how excited a group of female disciples were.

"dammit, a bunch of stinky bitches, shut up!"

"That's it! Yelling there all day! Disgusting!"

"A group of scumbags with sand in their heads, all day long, they are crazy, like they have never seen a man!"

"Xuelongshan is being held back by this group of mentally retarded!"

"A bunch of scumbags, I suggest to expel them all from the sect to save resources!"

"Yeah, it's disgusting!"

A group of men couldn't take it anymore and started scolding a group of female cultivators, of course... a group of female cultivators were not to be outdone...

"Insulting Senior Brother Dynasty, you bunch of crooked melons are just jealous of Senior Brother Dynasty's talent and appearance!"

"That's it...you look so shabby, you will be embarrassed by the sect when you leave the Snow Dragon Mountain!"

"It's just... one by one, they wanted to pursue our sisters before! It's like a toad wants to eat swan meat! Delusional!"

......

Seeing the two sides scolding each other, Han Feng looked extremely strange.

One by one, the female nuns are flamboyant, not pursuing strength, but madly pursuing the "Dynasty Qingkong" who is like a pseudo-mother. Several powerful core disciples have been ignored.

Even the male disciples and the female disciples seem to be divided into two forces. The interior of Xuelong Mountain has already rotted to this point. I am afraid that even if there is no external force, after a few years, there will be no support from the ancestors, and this huge sect will collapse. .

This is the scene only if a sect is exhausted. Han Feng shook his head as if he was watching a joke.

The male and female disciples quarreled with each other for a while, and were soon attracted by the scene in the ring.

I saw that the folding fan in the hands of Dynasty Qingkong turned into hundreds of handles, suspended in the air like a thousand swords returning to their ancestors, and at the same time the pretentious peach blossoms began to fall again. 5.3

"Senior brother, this time, brother, let you see what the power of the peak of Zifu is! In this scene, brother can't help but recite a poem:

The peach blossoms are red, and the beautiful woman holds the pipa.

One dance, one dance, so vivid..."

"Wow! Senior Brother Wang Chao is so talented, I really like it."

"I love Brother Dynasty!"

"Oh... my prince!"

A group of female disciples were obsessed with eyes, and Yu Huo was speechless, what kind of bullshit limericks.

The flames on his body spread again! The flames slammed into a sea of ​​fire! The heat made the surrounding snow begin to melt.

As for those floating peach blossoms... they were burnt clean again.

"Yes... that's how you fuck your mother! Fire and pretend to force the king!"

"Hahaha! This junior brother is so talented, these pseudo-girls use the word pretending to be a king to describe it as vivid."_