Fantasy: Please Don’t Take My Chance Again

Brother Zong Ming...

Being punched and sent flying?

Several people on the field blinked their eyes, their brains went blank, and their expressions were all dumbfounded.

Who is Brother Zong Ming?

Bei Xue Pai Inner Sect ranks eighth, Innate Tenth Stage, Saber Technique is excellent,

There are disciples of the Northern Snow School who can beat Zong Ming in the Inner Sect, but there is no one who can defeat him in one move, except Senior Brother Feng Han who is number one in the Inner Sect.

But what do they see now?

Senior brother Zong Ming was instantly killed by a disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect from the Innate Eighth Stage? !

At this moment, several of them felt suspicious of life.

Gu Xuan didn't have time to pay attention to them, he stepped out of the valley, and under the shocked and terrified eyes of the saber-browed youth, he skillfully took away the storage spirit ring and the fallen human-level sword from his hand.

"This should be my chance..."

Gu Xuan opened the storage spirit ring, threw a bunch of messy personal belongings inside on the young man with knife eyebrows, and said something flattering.

There are a lot of elixir in the storage spirit ring of the knife-brow youth, there are about a dozen plants, and it is estimated that all the gains of these people are on him.

Gu Xuan didn't bother to bother the rest of them,

Take something and walk away.

After a long time, disciple Beixue in the valley suddenly came to his senses and hurried out of the valley.

"Brother Zong Ming!"

"Brother Zong Ming, are you okay..."

The young man with knife-browed eyebrows who was full of arrogance before now looked pale, with an expression of doubting life all over his face.

He lifted Own's hands with difficulty, and found that Own's hands were still trembling.

Recalling the punch he just faced, fear suddenly flooded his heart like a tide.

Unrivaled, unrivaled!

Under the power of that punch, Own's sword was easily torn apart like a piece of crisp paper.

Completely crushed!

If the other party hadn't kept his hand last, he would probably be a cold corpse now.

And the most important thing is, the other party is actually just an Innate Eighth Stage? !

It's just unbelievable.

"Quick... find me a place to heal my injuries!"

The knife-browed youth said tremblingly: "I need to pass the news of this person to Senior Brother Feng Han as soon as possible!"

...

"Eight 100-year elixir, two 500-year elixir, one 800-year elixir..."

Gu Xuan sorted out the storage spirit rings of the knife-brow youth, counted the harvest, and was quite happy.

He suddenly realized something.

In this small cold environment trial, in fact, he only needs to find someone.

Regardless of whether there is a chance in the other party or not, it is much faster to grab the elixir first than to collect the elixir by yourself.

After thinking this through, Gu Xuan suddenly discovered that many lines of opportunity suddenly appeared on his body.

Blue, red, and even a crimson flaming fate line, leading to the extreme north of Xiaohan.

"Ha ha..."

Gu Xuan couldn't help clapping his hands and laughing, "It's wonderful, so this is the correct way to open Xiaohan."

Therefore, Gu Xuan randomly picked a red line of chance, and traced the past along the way.

Not long after, I saw a group of about seven or eight people coming towards me.

When Gu Xuan saw the clothes on this group of people clearly, he couldn't help but froze for a moment.

It turned out that this was a group of Spirit Sword Sect disciples hugging together.

A strange look appeared on Gu Xuan's face.

The line of own chance is perfectly connected to this group of people, could it be that they want to snatch their fellows?

Just as he was thinking, the group of people also found him.

"There is someone in front!"

"It seems to be a disciple of our Spirit Sword Sect!"

"Innate Eighth Stage.. Why don't you ask him if he wants to join our team? With Brother Lu Jiang's protection, you don't have to be afraid even if you run into a disciple of the North Snow Sect!"

"Brother Lu Jiang, do you want to ask him?"

In the team, a young man surrounded by disciples nodded and was about to speak.

But at this time, a disciple in the team couldn't help being surprised after seeing Gu Xuan's appearance clearly.

"It turned out to be him?!"

This person's reaction immediately attracted the attention of others, and some disciples couldn't help asking: "Li Cong, do you know this person?"

That's right, this person was Li Cong who had been looking for Gu Xuan before.

After Li Cong was rejected by Gu Xuan, he found another Inner Sect strongman for protection.

Lu Jiang, the eighth member of the Inner Sect of the Spirit Sword Sect.

The price is to sacrifice two-thirds of the gains from this trip.

But along the way, Li Cong found almost nothing, only found a few decades old panacea, and his own strength was not good enough, so he was always at the edge of this small group.

Hearing others' inquiries, Li Cong nodded and said with a wry smile, "Yes, as far as I know, this person probably won't choose to join us."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Lu Jiang narrowed his eyes slightly.

At this time, a person standing next to Li Cong suddenly called out.

"Ah, I remembered! Li Cong, isn't this the person you were looking for before? If you hadn't been rejected by him, you wouldn't have chosen to come to Lu Jiang's side..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone on the field immediately looked at Li Cong with weird eyes.

"Look for him first and then senior brother Lu Jiang. Li Cong, you are making him your first choice, thinking that he is more reliable than senior brother Lu Jiang."

Someone spoke slowly.

Li Cong was shy and anxious at once, and hurriedly denied: "No, I didn't mean that."

The young man Lu Jiang sneered, and said, "Go up and ask him to see if he is willing to join us. If he is willing, I will allow him to hand over a quarter of the harvest..."

"yes."

Upon receiving Lu Jiang's order, someone in the team immediately ran forward to contact Gu Xuan.