My Disciples Are All Villains

The fifteen feet of Luzhou stood in the air and stood in the middle.

His expression seemed calm ...

He was not surprised by the appearance of Ye Tianxin.

After receiving the flying book from Yu Shangrong, she knew that Ye Tianxin was still there. I just didn't expect that she would come out to kill the enemy at this critical time.

It's just that ... the time is pressing now, and I don't have time to take care of these.

Besides, old man ... need your little six-leaf to help? But having said that, although Ye Tianxin was expelled from her sister, she was still somewhat conscience. The ones she killed were all low-level practitioners, and many merits were indispensable.

Just let her go.

The disciples of the Seven Major Schools were basically swept by him in a crushing attitude. Even the nine elders of Yunzong burned the Qihai at the same time and sacrificed their dharma body, it was nothing but a scorpion shaking the tree. Wherever the nine-leaf golden lotus went, everything disappeared.

Luzhou performed Great Avatar again, flashing away in another direction.

He needs to confirm whether there are other ancestors of other schools to appear ... Otherwise, once the peak state disappears, and encounters such as Chang Yan who is not afraid of death, it will be difficult to handle ...

The fifteen-foot tall dharma body flashed everywhere.

Luzhou, a slightly stronger practitioner, was also polite and won it.

At the same time, when Ye Tianxin was killing the enemy with a deadly attitude, he saw the huge dharma body as soon as he entered the stadium.

Ye Tianxin was shocked while fighting.

She suddenly remembered that when she was captured by Master and returned to Jinting Mountain, she seemed to have seen the same scene in Motiange.

She thought it was a dream.

The limit that human practitioners can reach is eight leaves. Last time she thought she was dazzled and misunderstood.

This time ... she could see clearly.

"Master has nine leaves!"

"How did he do it?"

"Could it be true that Brother Master said that Master has been pursuing the secret of Jiuye?"

Countless thoughts flowed into Ye Tian's heart.

Looking at the low-level practitioners who were falling down, she suddenly realized that she came to help the Demon Pavilion, and it seemed that she was wishful thinking. In such a situation, you don't need yourself at all.

...

On the southwest corner of the battlefield, the remaining one-wave veteran practitioners collectively exploded into the sea of ​​air. Everyone seemed to be burning and fled everywhere.

Luzhou took a sip and took the dharma body to the sky.

Arriving in the sky, the nine-leaf Baibaidong meditation body, at this moment, is like a human-shaped sun, illuminating a hundred miles.

The practitioners within a hundred miles all raised their heads and looked in the direction of Jin Ting Mountain ... or were eye-catching, or surprised, or shocked.

Farther away, I can only see the blurry light, but I don't know what shocking things have happened.

Luzhou sacrificed an unknown name and turned into a bow.

Move the clouds and water, hold the bow in the left and pull the string in the right.

Hoo, hoo, hoo ...

The continuous arrows and gangs flew away.

"Nine Leaf God Archer!"

Huayuexing looked at the patriarch who continuously pulled Jian Gang.

Who doesn't want to witness Jiuye's style?

Huayue Xingben is a supernatural talent shooter with super talent, even if there is no master, he has reached the state of Sanye by self-study. Such a genius, once she has the guidance of a famous teacher, even if it refers to a path, will be of great help to her. This is how Huayuexing feels ... This is what the nine-leaf shooter looks like?

She tried to brand the picture in front of her mind.

This will be her goal for future promotion.

Tao Dao Jian Gang, accurate, hit those elder-level practitioners who burned the sea of ​​gas.

Puff puff!

One by one fell.

"This ... is nine leaves?"

This is the thought generated by most practitioners before dying.

Nine golden lotus leaves, with that huge dharma body, swept the entire battlefield.

Luzhou, under its peak state, squandered its energy with impunity.

He kept flashing the dharma body ... and continued to perform great magical skills while watching the time.

More than half left.

Jiuye's strength has exceeded his expectations. It is reasonable to be able to defeat the seven major factions in such a short period of time.

But Luzhou always felt as if there were mice hiding in the dark.

Is it ... Jiuye is too public?

Luzhou waved easily.

Put away the nine-leaf dharma body.

As a feather, slowly landed.

Nevertheless, Luzhou can still feel the surging power in his body.

Every time it is consumed, it will be filled and completed instantly.

...

at the same time.

It is within a hundred miles away from the westernmost side of Jinting Mountain.

The head of the Zhen Cang School, Feng Qinghe, covered his abdomen and flew forward.

The seven factions ... only he escaped.

As for whether other people are alive, he can no longer judge.

When he thinks of the nine-leaf dharma body, he still feels terrified ...

Why is Jiuye?

Why is the special nine leaves! ! !

If he did not make use of the chaotic scene, forcibly erupt the sea of ​​burning gas, and escape while Ji Laomo was tyrannical, he would have already become a body.

He looked at the direction of the canyon. "One more mile."

Wipe off the blood at the corner of the mouth and run forward.

If one survives, there will be future fortunes.

"Head! Wait for me!"

There was a sound suddenly behind him.

Feng Qinghe was startled, turned suddenly, and staggered back, sitting on the ground, staring at the disciple who ran over.

This is unreasonable!

My Zhen Cang school, and someone as smart as me, escaped from "hell"?

Feng Qinghe swallowed and saw the disciple ran over.

Sure enough, he was a disciple of Zhen Cang School.

"How did you escape?" Feng Qinghe asked with a sigh of relief.

"I ... I pretended to die."

"Pretend to die? Then you have to be able to breathe, at least have the cultivation of the Divine Court. Not bad." Feng Qinghe praised him without any effort to perceive his cultivation.

"Hand, head ... where are we going?"

"One mile ahead, there is my back hand in the canyon." Feng Qinghe immediately shook his head and sighed, "Unfortunately, it is not used now, ha ha, in front of Jiuye, all the plans, all the soup."

"Ah? The Zhen Cang School is going to be finished !?"

"How to say?" Feng Qinghe frowned.

"Yes, I'm sorry."

"After this incident, you are the pillar of my Zhen Cang School, the elder of the house! Come and help me up." Feng Qinghe said.

"Well, I want to be the head." The disciple said.

"Ok?"

Feng Qinghe frowned slightly.

There are more people robbed while the fire is going, and Feng Qinghe can sit where he is today ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Why wouldn't he have these scheming calculations?

He looked at the disciple in front of him intently, and he really couldn't remember which character he was. The Zhen Cang School, although not as great as the Three Sects of Yuntian Luo, is also the sect of thousands of people. How could he remember them all one by one? In any case, so many people died this time, and they can no longer be as harsh as the disciples.

"If you want to be the head, you must have sufficient qualifications and strength." Feng Qinghe looked at the disciples in front of him, "Help me first."

"Ok……"

The disciple stepped forward to support him.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Ri ... Ri ..." He scratched his head. "I never thought about it."

bass!

In the moment of lifting, the farewell hooked with a gang of gas and stroked his chest! boom--

Feng Qinghe was retreated by this sudden sneak attack, flipped over the sky, and when his feet fell to the ground, a spit of blood spit out and staggered back a few steps.

Feng Qinghe's eyes widened, looking at the parting hook that flew out, and immediately judged its grade.

Cough ... After a while, Feng Qinghe said in a deep voice

"You are not a disciple of Zhen Cang School?"