Invincible Dragon Cultivation System

"Haha, friends we will naturally treat them well, but if they are not friends..."

When Aotian heard Wu Qingcheng's words, he squinted at Wang Xian, laughed, and said nothing.

As the most outstanding son of the solipsist sect, and the head of the solips sect in the future.

What can really make him look at, the entire vast area, only a few people from the Wuji Dynasty and the Southern Royal family.

He didn't pay attention to anyone else, even Pastor Wang, who is now thriving in the vast area.

In the vast area, the existence of evildoers is no match for their solipsism!

"Is it Pastor Wang?"

Ao Tian looked at Wang Xian, and finally asked lightly.

"I also agree with your statement, friends have meat and wine, and enemies have swords!"

Wang Xian looked at Aotian with a smile on his face.

"Aotian, the game is about to start, so don't influence us to watch the match!"

Wu Qingcheng on the side sensed a trace of Wang Xian's anger, and immediately said towards Aotian.

"Good, good!"

Aotian stared at Wang Xian, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked at Wu Qingcheng. With a movement, he flew directly to the front position.

"This guy Aotian is as his name suggests, he is so arrogant, he doesn't put anyone in his eyes!"

"In fact, everyone in the Solipias is not likable, and looks like Laozi is No. 1 in the world!"

"Pastor Wang, you still don't have a big conflict with them. As long as you don't offend them completely, Aotian will do nothing with you!"

Watching Aotian leave, Wu Qingcheng reminded Wang Xian in a low voice.

"Don't worry, people don't offend me, I don't offend people!"

Wang Xian smiled at Wu Qingcheng.

Aotian didn't put him in his eyes, and he naturally didn't put Aotian in his eyes.

Unless it is stronger than him, no one is qualified to be arrogant with him.

"The Pastor Wang is as arrogant as the rumors are!"

Back on the void seat, Aotian glanced over Wang Xian, and said with a cold face.

"Even brother, you don't pay attention to this guy..."

The two Tianjiao in the sky and the underground looked murderously, and shouted in a low voice.

"Well, this guy is very strong, and he has been canonized as a sage of light by the Wuji Dynasty. We have no way to use him for the time being!"

Aotian glanced at the two with a cold face, and looked towards the ring without expression.

Even if he is the most outstanding son of the Solipsmatic Sect, it is impossible to mobilize the strong man of the eighth order of Dongxu to kill a seventh order of the Dongxu.

Unless the other party harms solipsism or kills the disciples of solipsism.

Seeing Aotian's cold expression, the two heavenly and underground two Tianjiao quickly shut up, sitting there with gloomy faces.

When Aotian came to talk to Wang Xian and the others, the competition on the ring had already begun.

Twenty arenas and forty people are competing at the same time.

Wang Xian didn't have much interest in the battle in the field, and the battle of the cultivators under the hole was no different from that of children.

However, to Wang Xian's surprise, the venue for the exclusive competition is far more bloody than some ordinary competitions.

Only in the first round of forty people's fight, five people were killed on the spot.

"If you find it boring, let's go for a walk, and you will come again when I am in the ring!"

After watching for a whole morning, Ling Jianer found that Wang Xian was not very interested, and said to him with a smile on his face.

"Okay, by the way, we haven't strolled in the ruins of the kingdom of God yet!"

Wang Xian nodded immediately and said with a smile.

"Oh? Pastor Wang, are you going to go shopping? Then I will invite you to have a meal. In the afternoon you play, I won't be a light bulb!"

Wu Qingcheng heard their conversation and said with a smile.

"good!"

Wang Xian looked at Ling Jian'er and nodded.

"Let's go!"

The three of them left the playing field directly and flew towards the outside position.

In the back position, Bing Jinghuan saw Ling Jian'er and Wang Xian leave, and clenched his fists tightly.

Wang Xian and the others left, Wu Qingcheng took the two to the most famous restaurant in the ruins of the Kingdom of God, and the three of them had lunch.

More than an hour later, Wang Xian and Ling Jian'er left alone.

Watching the departure of Wang Xian and Ling Jian'er, Wu Qingcheng frowned and knocked on the table lightly.

"Uncle Jing, what do you think of Pastor Wang?"

He asked curiously.

"Prince, it's hard to say, but this young man is not afraid of anyone."

There was a voice directly beside Wuqing City.

"Yes, this Pastor Wang is good at everything. He is not afraid of it. Forget it. As long as he doesn't provoke the Solipsism and the Southern Royal Clan, I will help him once when he encounters danger in the future, it can be regarded as his life-saving grace! "

Wu Qingcheng shook his head, got up and left.

After spending an afternoon playing with Ling Jian'er in some well-known places in the ruins of the Kingdom of God, Wang Xian turned and left after returning him to his residence.

"Pastor Wang, right?"

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Wang Xian, causing his pupils to shrink slightly.

An old man, a rickety old man, with a black staff in his hand, looked no different from an ordinary old man.

But it suddenly appeared in front of Wang Xian without sensing it, proving that this rickety old man was not simple.

"This old man, is there anything wrong?"

Wang Xian's eyes showed a dignified look, he looked up and down, and asked.

"I heard that Pastor Wang can get rid of the soul of darkness, so I would like to ask Pastor Wang to help!"

The rickety old man stared at Wang Xian and said lightly.

"Will you get rid of the soul of darkness? As long as I have enough rewards, I will naturally do my best!"

Wang Xian looked at the old man and said with a smile.

"The remuneration is not available now. After you are cured, you will be compensated!"

The old man said flatly.

"Compensation? Old man, how can there be such a good thing!"

Wang Xian shook his head amusingly, and walked straight ahead.

"That's only offending!"

The rickety old man shook his head, his figure flickered instantly, and he appeared directly beside Wang Xian.

His pair of claws, like withered bones, grabbed directly towards Wang Xian's shoulder.

"Snapped!"

"Old man, you don't ask for medical treatment like that. Believe it or not, I can immediately detonate the dark soul in your body!"

A ferocious dragon claw directly grabbed the old man's arm, and his extremely powerful force made the old man's arm tremble.

Wang Xian looked at the old man with incredible eyes, and said slightly mockingly.

"You...you are not the seventh step of the hole virtual!"

The old man stared at Wang Xian with some muddy eyes.

"roll!"

Wang Xian yelled coldly, and a pair of dragon claws flashed sharply with white light.

In an instant, the old man's face changed drastically, and a look of horror appeared in his pupils.

"puff!"

The next moment he couldn't help it, vomiting a big mouthful of blood, and his body trembled violently.

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