Resurrection Of Reiki: Undecided When Things Happen

The blood talisman's weak Weihe suppressing power suppressed the strong evil spirit on the pitch-black black coffin.

But even so, it couldn't completely suppress its continuous breath.

It's hard to imagine how terrifying the evil spirit it would really erupt without the suppression of the blood talisman.

Lu An reckoned that this mysterious coffin should hang even higher than his Hei Yao.

Because just now, in his eyes, Xuan Coffin's ferocious aura is no different from Hei Yao's.

Not to mention there is still a blood talisman sealed.

Moreover, the coffin-carrying man was not built, his physical body was stronger than Xiang Yuan's, and there seemed to be another terrifying force hidden in his body.

The runes on the chest are certainly not for decoration.

While he was staring at people, the coffin-carrying man was also looking at him openly.

This person kills a lot, and he is not someone to wait for!

The physique contains great terror, which is beyond my comparability!

Among all the people present, no one can compare to his physical body!

Is this the legendary Da Wuxiu?

Sure enough, it is very different from those low-level martial arts outside!

The more he looked at it, the more serious he felt, and a rare trace of solemnity appeared on his expressionless face, which made others feel wrong.

He actually showed other emotions?

Xiang Yuan rolled his eyes, put his arm on Lu An's shoulder and introduced: "His name is Tian Ming, he is the strongest among us in terms of strength, he has a facial paralysis, a bit stingy personality, he will never let us touch his precious coffin. "

"The most important thing is that he was dug out from a new small secret realm by the anti-huang army. He is an old antique!"

"Oh."

Lu An suddenly realized, no wonder, it turned out to be an ancient person.

"The legendary real martial artist lives up to his reputation, you are very strong."

Tian Ming's outspoken words made other people who didn't know about Lu An stunned.

"He's Wuxiu?" The speaker was a young man with broken hair, handsome face, wearing a sky blue robe, blinking his eyes and staring at Lu An, scratching the back of his left hand with his right hand.

Xiang Yuan looked at him and quietly clenched his fists: "This man is Fan Tianlan, the closed disciple of the suzerain of Canghai Chaosheng Island. He is quite disgusting. From time to time, his hippie smile turns into my appearance to harass me. When he is beaten, he pretends to be wronged and complains."

"It's the type who doesn't make room for a day. I poked a few holes last time and went to the coach to sue me!" Gu Xiaorou echoed with a full face of displeasure.

"Hey hey, I just watch you bored and amuse you, don't say that about me."

Fan Tianlan smiled awkwardly and scratched his arm.

For some reason, he suddenly had goose bumps all over his body.

"Here, he is like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water. If he is caught, he can be beaten to death."

Xiang Yuan rolled his eyes, waved his fist twice, and looked ready to move.

"I remember." Lu An narrowed his eyes.

Xiaobizi, your name is Fan Tianlan, right?

Someone Lu misses you.

"I don't need to introduce, Lu An should have met me." Su Daoqi smiled calmly and nodded towards Lu An.

Seeing the sword on his back, Lu An suddenly remembered who he was.

Su Daoqi, a student of Xuanyang Academy who met in the primitive area, the sword son of Jianzong.

"Me too, let me formally introduce myself, Wang Weizun of Xuanyang Academy, nice to meet you."

Her eyes seemed dull, her shoulder-length short hair fluttered in the wind, and she was dressed in black clothes, black trousers, black boots, and black cape.

It was the murderous and indifferent man who stood next to Su Daoqi in the Vientiane Cave before.

I have a lot of acquaintances.

Seeing them, Lu An thought to himself.

"Hey, is it my turn?"

At this time, after they finished their introduction, the waist-length woman with long hair and Shi Shiran who came next to her smiled lightly with a wooden fan covering her mouth.

Her long hair was tied up with delicate hairpins and tied behind her head, leaving only two bundles of long hair hanging down naturally. The tips of her hair were light blue, and a small lotus flower was carved on the left side of her white fair face, and her light blue eyes shone brightly.

The bottom of the standard Tsing Yi ancient costume was dragged on the ground, and the blue patterns and flower decorations were embellished on the robe. It seemed that the pace was very slow, but in fact, it took less than a second to reach Zhao Yaoyao's side.

"The little girl's name is Qing Lianyou. She used to be the daughter of the suzerain of the Tianlun Wanhua Sect. Now she is a student of the Evergreen Academy and a pharmacist."

She narrowed her eyes and continued with a smile: "It's also a member of the old antiques in Xiang Yuan's mouth, but according to modern terms, the little girl was just over nineteen years old before being sealed by her mother, and she is still very young."

Her eyes glanced at Xiang Yuan inadvertently, and there was a strange light in her eyes.

"This demon girl doesn't look gentle on the outside, but she is actually very dark-bellied and likes to play tricks. Don't follow her way."

"Fan Tianlan didn't provoke her last time, and she beat her to death. He lay down for several days before recovering!"

Xiang Yuan secretly warned Lu An sternly, and his serious expression seemed to have suffered from Qing Lianyou's hands.

"Well, let me continue to introduce you."

Quickly changing the subject, Xiang Yuan pointed at the 14-year-old short-haired, handsome and tender boy sitting next to Su Daoqi not far away.

The boy's eyes were extremely strange, gradually changing between completely black, completely white, one black and one white.

The neck was covered with strands of gold thread, and he was holding a lollipop. Seeing Xiang Yuan and Lu An looking at him, he waved his right hand in a friendly way.

"He is the last old antique. His name is Yuheng. He has a good personality, but he doesn't like to talk and likes to eat lollipops."

Then, Xiang Yuan introduced other people to him again, which gave everyone a preliminary understanding of this.

For example, Liu Huang, the veteran of the Three Dynasties who participated in the last time of Longteng Academy, Quan Xun of Tianliu Academy, etc.

Especially for Lu An, they were all curious about what is so special about this martial artist who practiced ancient martial arts.

But although he was curious, he would not provoke him.

Firstly, it was wrong, and secondly, Tian Ming, the strongest among them, said that Lu An was very strong, so he must be very strong.

Anyway, I have come here, so I will definitely have the opportunity to see his ability.

"You are all here, where are the exchange students from Saudi Arabia?"

At this moment, a steady voice suddenly came from behind them.

I saw a man with a square face in Tianxuan red walking slowly, followed by several assistant coaches.

"Haven't you come in yet?"

Looking around, the Tianxuan man locked his eyes on Lu An and frowned.

"He is our head coach, Coach Hu Hai and Zhou Hu." Shen Li said softly.

"Oh." Lu An nodded to show his understanding.

"Why so slow? What is Li Qian'an doing, let me go out and have a look."

After glancing at Lu An for a few moments, Hu Haizhou immediately changed direction and walked directly towards the light curtain.

Just the next moment, there was a change in the light curtain, and a series of figures came out one after another.

Hezaben and the others had already activated their spiritual power at this time, and the moment they entered, they were cut off from the oncoming heat wave.

Immediately, their eyes noticed Tian Ming and the others standing not far away, and their eyes coincided with each other, looking at each other intently!

These people are the exchange students of Tianxuan (Saudi Arabia)?

Hu Haizhou and the others looked strange in their eyes, and they all looked at Aida behind.

How did the Saudi national team get into a Xuanling peak?

Noticing the many gazes, Adar smiled awkwardly, knowing that he was ashamed.