Fantasy: Coming from the same origin, focusing on dominating battles

I, Blue Silver Ah San, will come back!

Zhongshan Akun puffed out his chest.

Vigorous and high-spirited.

Since being bestowed with top-quality spiritual roots by Xu Anshan, it has been cultivating even harder, and has become the overlord of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

Wherever he passes, all the universes will surrender!

A Kun is by no means an ungrateful person. He knows that all this was given to him by Xu Anshan. What he can do is to manage the Kunzi of Wanjian Sect properly and provide him with the most delicious meat when Xu Anshan needs Kunzi. Eight spice chicken.

He never expected that there would be a time when he would be needed to duel.

After thinking about it, Akun understood.

He could only play along with the half-step bone tempering.

“Are you humiliating me?”

Blue Silver Ah San clenched his fists and pointed at Zhongshan Ah Kun.

“You ask me to fight a chicken!!!”

“You may not be able to beat this.” Xu Anshan leaned on the seat. Jiang Baihui and Xue Mingyue immediately came to Xu Anshan’s side to massage him, “Hurry up Well, don’t you want to duel? Our Wushi Peak challenge is a challenge.” ”

What do you mean?”

“Is your head a decoration?”

Zhongshan Akun flapped his wings on his chest and raised his head proudly. .

“First fight your brother Kun and me. If you win, then fight my boss Xu’s apprentice, then fight my boss Xu’s master, and then fight my boss Xu’s master-” “Then when will

I You can fight Xu Anshan!” Lanyin Asan frowned.

“Hmph~”

Zhongshan Akun glanced at him with disgust.

“Don’t be too ambitious. You should beat your brother Kun first. If you are half-step to the bone tempering stage, your brother Kun is too lazy to play with you. You’re just a slap in the face.” Blue Silver Ah San clenched his fists

.

Especially when he saw Xue Mingyue’s white and tender hands pressing on Xu Anshan’s thigh, he was even more furious.

“Okay, then I’ll deal with you first, Lan Yintang -”

Bang~!

Before Blue Silver Ah San could finish his words, he was pushed out by a spandrel from Zhongshan Ah Kun.

“Trash~!”

Zhongshan Akun patted his shoulder and shook his head.

“Boss, it’s done!”

Xu Anshan said with a smile in his eyes: “Okay, what move did you use just now? I haven’t seen you use it before.” ”

This is something I created based on my feelings in the past few days, Akun’s shoulders.”

” No poking, no poking~”

Xu Anshan patted him on the shoulder.

“Go back.”

“It’s your order!”

Zhongshan Akunxiong left in a high-spirited manner. When he was leaving, he saw that Blue Silver Asan’s head was stuck in the soil and he hadn’t forgotten to kick him twice. They split into a ray of red light and poured into the mountains.

“The best spiritual root!!!”

Everyone on the peak couldn’t help but gasped when they saw the wisp of fire.

Does a chicken actually possess the best spiritual roots?

The most desperate among these people is the Master of Qingshan Peak. His majestic Master of Wanjian Sect uses a medium-grade spiritual root. But look at the eight-spice chicken on the top of Xu Anshan Mountain.

Everything used is top quality!

Is he worse than a chicken?

The Lord of Qingshan Mountain, standing beside the leader, felt sad.

Blue Silver Ah San, whose head was stuck in the ground by Zhongshan A-kun’s ‘A-kun spandrel’, struggled to pull his head out by holding on to the ground with both hands.

impossible!

How could he, the majestic prince of the Blue Silver Dynasty, not be able to defeat a chicken! ! !

“I don’t accept it!!!”

Blue Silver Ah San looked up and roared, his eyes full of anger.

“Sneak attack, that Eight-Fragrant Chicken just had a sneak attack. If he asked me to use Blue Silver Coil, he would definitely be defeated. Can you, Wushi Peak, only do this kind of sneak attack?!!!” followed Lan Yin

. Several people who came with Ah San couldn’t help but hold their foreheads.

Prince, please stop talking.

You can’t beat a chicken in Wushi Peak, who else do you want to beat? ! !

“Are you not convinced?”

Xu Anshan glanced at him lightly.

“I’m not convinced!”

“Okay, I’ll give you a chance to compete in the resurrection match, Mingyue.”

“The disciple is here.”

“Go give him a slap in the face, and then tell him who your master is!”

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“Yes!”

Xue Mingyue said with admiration. Taking two steps forward with a delicate chin, Blue Silver Asan narrowed his eyes.

“Xue Mingyue, you—”

Lanyin Asan’s eyes were filled with obsession, and he pressed his face against her without warning.

Huh~!

Xue Mingyue suddenly appeared in front of Lan Yin Asan like an afterimage swept by the howling wind. She held a pair of black rubber shoes from nowhere in her hand, and swung the sole of the shoe into Lan Yin Asan’s face.

The blue silver Asan transformed into a spinning top and danced gracefully in Wushi Peak.

“Hmph, you are still showing your face for me to hit you. You don’t think I will use my hands to reward you.” Xue Mingyue raised her chin, “You still want to have physical contact with me, I belong to my master Yes!!!”

“Remember, Master Xu Anshan!”

Xue Mingyue cupped her little hands, threw her black rubber shoes to the ground, proudly returned to Xu Anshan’s side, and pressed her little hands on Xu Anshan’s legs.

“Master, my disciple didn’t touch him. I hit him with the sole of my shoe.”

“Well done, so good.” Xu Anshan rubbed Xue Mingyue’s head. A crescent moon appeared.

The person in the peak was suffocated again.

Holy Spirit Root!

After Zhongshan Akun’s top-grade spiritual root, the second shooter turned out to be a genius with a holy-grade wind spiritual root.

“Ugh~”

Blue Silver Ah San, who was spinning in circles, finally stopped and knelt on the ground retching.

This slap made him spin.

But –

“I don’t accept it!!!” Blue Silver Ah San, who was kneeling on the ground, clenched his fists, “Xue Mingyue is my unmarried concubine, I can’t bear to do anything to her, Xu Anshan, you loser -” Click~

!

Under the clear sky, thunder struck the world.

Jiang Baihui frowned slightly.

“If you speak ill of my master, I’ll chop you up!”

The cultivators accompanying him said: “…”

The Holy Grade Thunder Spiritual Root.

What kind of monster place is this Wushi Peak? The chickens raised in the peak have top-grade spiritual roots, and the disciples in the peak all have holy-grade spiritual roots. How can one survive?

The peak master who can have such a disciple, such a spiritual bird.

How can we be just idle people!

Inexplicably, all the monks touched their pockets, and suddenly felt that these spiritual stones were a bit hot to earn. You must know that Wushi Peak is so outrageous, they said they didn’t bring anything.

“Master Xu Feng, we’re waiting for—”

All the cultivators accompanying him threw their hands in panic. They didn’t want to get into such a big disaster just because they earned some spiritual stones.

“I don’t accept it!!!”

Suddenly, the blue-silver Ah San, who was covered in smoke and was spitting out black gas from his mouth, stood up tenaciously again.

“You’re not convinced, you’ve got some toughness, right?” Xu Anshan suddenly stood up from his seat, took a few steps to stand in front of Lan Yin Asan, and held up Lan Yin Asan’s collar.

Blue Silver Ah San raised his head proudly, and Xu Anshan volleyed towards his butt.

“I will come back!!!”

“Damn it, Blue Silver Dynasty, right?” Xu Anshan pinched his waist with both hands, and the leader ran forward to comfort him, “Junior brother, please calm down, Blue Silver Dynasty -”

” No need to say more!”

Swish, swish,

several spiritual cranes flew out from Xu Anshan’s hands, and the leader couldn’t help but hold his forehead when he saw this scene.

Tell me, why are you provoking Xu Anshan?

The accompanying monks were all silent and did not dare to speak. Xu Anshan released the spirit cranes and stared at them. All the monks suddenly felt their hearts tightening.

“Master Wushi, we…”

“What are you doing here, waiting for me to take care of your dinner?” Xu Anshan frowned. The monks were panicking and wanted to leave, but Xu Anshan suddenly raised his hand. , pointed at the white-browed monk, “You, stay.”

“Peak Master Wushi——”

“Old Qingshan, did Lao Deng scold you just now? Go give him a slap, and then tell him who you are! ”

When Wushi Peak was in trouble, Liu Qingshan was the first to arrive.

Gratitude is grievance.

If it weren’t for Xue Mingyue, he wouldn’t have been humiliated like that.

Xu Anshan should find some face for him.

The Master of Qingshan Mountain standing next to the leader was filled with disbelief. He looked at Xu Anshan absentmindedly for a long time, and the regret in his heart surged even more.

The master smiled and gave him a look, and the master of Qingshan Mountain stepped forward with gritted teeth.

A slap was thrown out.

The white-browed monk was furious, while Lord Qingshan also stared and gritted his teeth and handed over his hand.

“I, Liu Qingshan!”

“Wanjian Sect, Master of Qingshan Mountain.”

“Master – brother, Xu Anshan!”