Cultivation in the Family: Everyone is a villain

At this time, almost everyone at the scene was a little depressed. Such a teacher came over to meet. It was just a five or six -year -old child.

But compare, who is the most depressed!

That must be the head of the Simiao. They rushed over because of the invitation of Qing Xuan, and the reason for Qing Xuan to invite them was the person who came from the Rakshasa Saint.

Erili Tianjie.

After listening to Qing Xuan's explanation, I realized that the Rakshasa Holy religion needs to contain the two forces of Yuandao in the southern Xinjiang. They really believe in their hearts. I believe that the Rakshasa Holy Church really has the motivation.

But now, when they hear the voice of Wuyuan, they are only disappointed in their hearts!

A five or six -year -old child, repair the enchantment of Zili Tian.

What do you think, it is also nonsense.

Hegu, Bai Tong, Ziquan, and Black Valley, who shook their heads at the same time, showed disappointment on their faces, including the old people who were standing behind them. At this moment, their faces were on their faces.

Lost, even a little resentment in the carriage, even gave birth to a little resentment.

Just at this time, the curtain of the carriage was opened.

Opening the curtain is two maids in black. They took the lead in the curtain, standing on both sides of the carriage, and then the two turned back and opened the curtain.

It is indeed a pink carving child.

He was wearing a small brocade robe with golden silk. This brocade robe was obviously tailor -made. It was not abnormal to wear on his body, but he was full of nobleness.

There was a bunch of golden jade locks hanging around his neck, and a spiritual jade was falling around his waist, even during the day, it exudes a dazzling glory.

It is probably the younger, and the half -length hair is bundled with a golden silk embroidery belt, revealing the beautiful face with a childish atmosphere.

His pair of eyes were deep like water. I do n’t know if it was nervous or other reasons. Without the agility of his peers, when he looked at the crowd below, his expression looked extremely calm.

"It's a child."

"Open the seven, this is the so -called non -Yuan boy, huh!"

"So many people, they actually wait for such a half -small child, joke."

"Qing Xuan is the respect of the temple, it is just a child's play."

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There were several dissatisfaction in the previous crowd. These people present today are all high -levels of the five seedlings in the southern Xinjiang, especially hundreds of people in the front row.

, Waiting for a six -year -old child, this matter is indeed some children.

Hou Yu Duan in the crowd did not have such emotions in his heart. At this moment, he looked at the no -pronounced son in the high -altitude, his face slowly became a little weird.

Because in his heart, there was a feeling of intimacy.

Certainly, what's the matter?

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"Peony, Poria, let me go down!"

Wu Yuan obviously heard the deliberate ridicule of the following people. A child's face actually showed some gloomy expression, which made everyone below a weird feeling rising.

His cultivation is only seven, and he has no ability to go to the air. He can only let the two black maids use Zhenyuan to help him down. He has been in front of Qing Xuan.

Xuan, there is no timidity on the face.

"Qing Xuan, see your son!"

Regardless of others, the respect of the temple of Qing Xuan is respectful to the posture of Wuyuan son from beginning to end. I don't know what the reason is.

"Have you heard those who speak?"

Zhantai Wuyuan's slightly tender voice made those more than a dozen people who spoke about it suddenly closed their mouths, and the whole square was quiet when they were on him. Everyone's eyes were on him.

Then, then

Qing Xuan did not respond for the first time, and realized that Zhan Taiwu Yuan said that more than a dozen people who just talked about it. He squeezed a smile on his face, and his face humbled: "These people have eyes and no one.

I also ask the little boy to be magnificent and a lot, forgive them once, and when Qingmou goes back, it will be good to reprimand them, how about? "

All southern Xinjiang masters on the square are more or less anger at this moment.

The attitude, this is a bit outrageous.

Not to mention these people in Southern Xinjiang, Hou Yu Duan and Cheng Yunye in the crowd. Seeing this scene, his face has become a bit strange.

Zhantai Wuyuan's identity is noble. No one doubts, but the problem is that he is noble, and he is just the Holy Son of the Rakshasa.

Holy, there are six peaks of power.

There are five Asian saints in the southern Xinjiang, and there are eleven full of crushing realm. Qing Xuan's own province is the cultivation of martial arts, as well as the status of the temple.

Is it?

There are more outrageous things!

Qing Xuan's answer was obviously coaxing Zhantai Wuyuan. Thinking about big things, normal people should follow his words, but the little boy is not obedient, but he also uses it.

He pointed at Qing Xuandao: "You helped me kill those people, otherwise I will let Grandpa Duanmu shot, so it will die many people!"

Facing the most innocent child's face, what he said, but he is as cruel as a devil. Everyone on the square, even if he threatens to kill at this moment, Zhan Tesai, who is still naive on his face, is still in his heart.

This idea.

Those more than a dozen people, the most excessive thing, is that Zhan Taiwu Yuan is just a child. No matter how you count, he did not offend him, but he actually opened his mouth to be blue and killed those people ...

Where is this little boy? It is clearly a little devil!

Hou Yu Duan couldn't help but condense at this moment.

Qing Xuan's face was also froze. He looked up with some embarrassment and looked at Duan Muhong, who had just stopped the carriage. Obviously, he wanted to let Duanmu Hong help to say a few good words.

"Don't look at Grandpa Duan Mu, he listen to me!"

Although Zhantai Wuyuan's voice was immature, he had an unquestionable determination, and the fact was the same. After hearing his words, he immediately nodded his head expressionlessly after hearing his words.

The whole square was froze immediately.

Those who just spoke were standing in the front row, all the masters, and even the warriors of the Yuandan realm. There were not only green seedlings, but also the four other people of Miao people.

The respect of the temple does not dare to say that he will die from his family casually, let alone the other four seedlings.

After thinking about it for a long time, Qing Xuan finally made a decision.

"Those who have just chewed their tongue roots, what are you waiting for, don't hurry up to apologize to the little boy!"

Thirteen people who just spoke in the crowd were all tangled for a while. The four people of Qing Miao stood up first. After that, the other nine people in the remaining four seedlings nodded and stood out.

They all lowered their heads and walked to Zhantai Wumuan.

"Also please forgive the guy!"

Good guy, a six -year -old child, forcing the masters of more than a dozen masters in southern Xinjiang to apologize for him, and still apologized for him, and he was in front of the Temple of Southern Xinjiang, the five Miao people.

Face is really big enough, this should be over now!

"I let you kill, but don't let them apologize, can’t hear it?"

"Little boy, is it a bit too much?"

The chief of the Zimiao tribe, Ziquan finally couldn't help standing, scolding Zhantai Wuyuan, a little fart with a bad smell, so unknown and retreating, he lived for so long, it was unheard of.

"Grandpa Duanmu, only give them three interests."

"Yes, son!"

After Duan Muhong answered, his eyes suddenly became cold. He glanced at the more than a dozen people first, and then stared at Qing Xuan, his lips moved slightly, and obviously he had begun to count.

"To blame, just blame you for long eyes!"

Ziquan was also ready to continue talking, but without waiting for him to speak, Qing Xuan's huge breath instantly covered the thirteen people, stretched out his right palms, and patted them in the air.

Don't say that it is Ziquan, Hongyu, Black Valley, and Bai Tong, who can no longer help the anger of their hearts, the momentum is full, and it is ready to block it.

However, the momentum of the four people has just risen, and Duan Muhong next to the carriage stood forward. The momentum on his body obviously won more than four people.

Four, this is to do it with my holy teaching? "

No one was stopped, Qing Xuan took a picture, the thirteen people were repaired at the highest, but they were not Yuan Dan. In front of him, there was no chance to return hands.

boom………

One palm was shot, all thirteen people died.

Everyone looked at the giant pit staying on the square, and then just looked up, and looked at the eyes that Zhan Taiwa glanced at it, and immediately lowered his head, and the back brushed out cold sweat.

After Qing Xuan killed people, there was no expression on his face, and his posture was respectful.

"The temple banquet has been prepared, please come with me!"

"Well, you are leading the way in front."

Zhantai Wuyuan nodded gently, looking back at Duanmu Hong and the remaining six people, and a crowd followed Qing Xuan's body and walked towards the temple.

On the way towards the temple, all the masters of the southern Xinjiang who were scanned by him were all lowered his head without exception.

From the moment when thirteen people died, the entire southern Xinjiang, no one dared to treat Zhantai Wuyuan, as a child.

Even if he knows, he is only six years old.

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After returning to Huyuntang, the minds of Hou Yu Duan and Cheng Yunye were full of pictures just on the square. They did not speak for a long time.

"The southern Xinjiang martial arts is closed. I thought that only the martial arts under the great power of the crushing realm, and there was a gap with the Shenzhou. Now it seems that even the martial arts Asian Sheng is the same.

"Wuye, are you just thinking about this?"

"Why, are you still thinking about that no -Yuan son?"

Cheng Yunye nodded, and his face was full of shock: "Six years old, only six -year -old children, they actually have such a murderous nature.

The key to the little demon head, the key is that he has seven cultivation for his age when he is young. The cultivation of cultivation is afraid that it is stronger than you and your family. With such a killing and such a strong talent.

I'm afraid it will be a peerless big devil. "

"Oh……"

Hou Yu Duan laughed lightly, and he passed a deep meaning in his eyes, saying: "Are you really a heavy kill? That little ghost, very smart!"

"Five Masters, why is this?"

"As soon as he arrived, he forced Qing Xuan to kill him. This shocked all the five Miao masters present at once. I guess no one dared to watch him as a child.

What do you want to do, but seeing this little ghost is so fierce and anxious to deter them, I'm afraid those who want five seedlings to cooperate. "

Speaking of this, Hou Yu paused, and frowned slightly: "But the killing is also true, and the young heart is so vicious that he does not take the life of others in his eyes.

Such a little ghost. "

Cheng Yunye nodded, thinking that their trip was to find out what the Rakshasa Saint Church came to the southern Xinjiang, but now I ca n’t enter the temple, and I asked helplessly: "Five Ye, we can’t get in

Temple, I'm afraid it is difficult to inquire about what the Rakshasa Sacred religion is to do in the southern Xinjiang, what should I do next? "

"Rest assured, I will send it to the elder brother immediately!"

Cheng Yunye heard that he suddenly showed a surprise. The Wuye was only repaired in the realm of Qianyang. He wanted to sneak into the temples with five Asians of the town to listen to news, which is basically unrealistic.

But if the owner comes over, it will definitely be fine.

Hou Yuduan thought about it for a while, and suddenly looked at Cheng Yunye and asked: "I ask you, do you think Qing Xuan is not right?"

Qing Xuan, isn't it right?

Cheng Yunye nodded immediately and blurted out: "Of course, it should be more than I think so. He is a little overwhelming about Zhantai.

Looking at the other Simiao family chiefs, the response seems to be much normal. This Qing Xuan must be wrong, it feels like what the handle is pinched by the Rakshasa Holy religion? "

The handle was pinched ...

Hou Yuduan frowned, and immediately shook his head again. What a handle could make a martial arts follow.

What can be the reason?

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Late at night, the main hall of Temple Temple

Qing Xuan was standing in the middle of the main hall, and the beast head crutches in his hand were suspended in the air quietly. A looming breath slowly emerged from the crutch, condensed above into a light door.

After a while, the old and one and two figures came out of the light door. It was Duan Muhong and Zhan Ting Wuyuan during the day. Qing Xuan saw the two come out, hurriedly retracted the crutches, and stood respectfully.

Zhantai Wuyuan went directly to the temple, sitting at the temple respected position at all, and whispered: "The Yuanhe in the sky in the sky has dried up, and it must be attracted by the source to recover the Yuanhe.

"

Qing Xuan looked at it for a while, and said: "The source of the source is produced from the source river, and the Yuanhe has been exhausted. Where can we go to get the blood?"

Duan Muhong next to Zhan Taiwu Yuan in the top, Duan Muhong next to Qing Xuan said: "The source of the blood refers to the blood of the ancient ancestors of the southern Xinjiang seedlings.

It can be said that in fact, the southern Xinjiang is everywhere! "

Southern Xinjiang, everywhere ...

Qing Xuan turned to look at Duan Muhong, and his expression suddenly shocked.