Soul Emperor Martial God

Outside the main hall of the wind brake.

Shengjun looked anxious, "How long has it been, haven't you set off?"

On the side, Saint Yuezun Wu smiled bitterly, "Sect Master shouldn't have spoken out against the saint."

"The kid doesn't have to care about anything else with us, but after touching his bottom line, he is often extremely stingy."

Shengjun looked at Yiyi dissatisfiedly, "If we don't set out, we will really have no time to go to the event."

Just at this time.

In the main hall of the wind brake, a group of people walked out slowly.

It was Xiao Yi and the three main hall masters, and behind the four, there were more than a dozen accompanying hall masters and a group of young talents.

The Eight Palaces naturally have their own young talents.

"Go." Xiao Yi said majesticly.

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Tianluan heads off into the sky, the scene is extremely magnificent.

The holy moon sect Tianjiao, and the holy moon sect elders, riding Tianluan, showed arrogance and pride on their faces.

Xiao Yi frowned slightly.

The Holy Moon Sect is one of the eight sects. It has a profound background and a martial arts holy land, so it will naturally have its own training horse riding beast.

The Eight Palaces is a place where blood and fire grind.

The Badian Warriors have to rely on their own abilities to obtain resources.

Every Badian martial artist is also used to the wind and the fire, wandering around dangerous places, where there is that kind of leisure time to bring on the beast.

At this moment, the Lord of Heaven's Secret Palace smiled triumphantly.

The old palm, gently press down.

Wow...

A huge disc formation mysteriously condenses under everyone's feet.

In an instant, everyone rose up without wind.

The huge disc under my feet looks illusory, but in fact it is very solid.

After reaching high altitude, the breath surging above the disk turned into an illusory flower.

The lines on the flowers are clear and looming.

Shengjun squinted his eyes, "How to create a flower?"

The Lord of the Heavenly Secret Hall smiled, "Holy Moon Sect and his party, please follow up."

A group of people left vast and mighty.

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In flight.

Xiao Yi glanced at the bottom of his feet firmly, then glanced at the lines around him, his face was shocked.

"Awesome, this is no different from flying sacred artifacts."

"The formation is formed, but it is better than the sacred weapon."

"It seems illusory, but there are countless formations in the surrounding flower and leaf patterns, not only can fly fast, but also have an amazing defensive effect."

Yiyi looked at it with interest.

Xiao Yi whispered softly, "Although it won't be a reality, but it is by analogy and similar."

"Zhengdao, there is actually this way of using it."

The Lord of the Heavenly Secret Hall held up his hand, and said proudly, "Boy, you are far behind the old man."

Xiao Yi chuckled, "I am."

"The son." At this moment, Yiyi pulled Xiao Yi's sleeves, whispered in a low voice, and looked behind him without a trace.

How can Tianluan of Shengyuezong and his party keep up with the master of the Heavenly Secret Hall's wonderful flower formation method? Since he was left behind to follow.

Shengyuezong and his party also showed anger on their faces.

The holy monarch drove the magic moon Tianluan, and the feeling of a dwarf made her look ugly.

Xiao Yi glared far away, then pouted, "Don't care about them."

Pulling over Yiyi himself, he walked to the front of the Formation Flower, with his back facing the Saint Yuezong group behind him.

The two of them sat down and looked at the scenery along the way, and they were comfortable.

"Madam, I'm hungry." Xiao Yi said comfortably, "Speaking of which, I ran outside for nearly two months. I just came back to the main hall and didn't wait for half an hour, so I'm leaving again."

Yiyi chuckled, "I know that the son has never been able to rest, he can't stop, and he is not tired."

"The Lord of the Heavenly Secret Palace feels distressed, Fang has produced the flower of this formation, so that the son does not have to be tired of expending his own power and Yukong."

The innocent love of the main palace master of the heavenly miracle was never given to Xiao Yi by almost all other main palace masters.

Xiao Yi smiled knowingly, and said, "I mean, Madam, can bring food."

"Oh." Yiyi reacted with a flash of light in his hand, and a small table appeared out of thin air, with a degree of length and width, and a height of only two or thirty minutes.

Put one by one spiritual fruit on it.

Lingguo, obviously has always been wrapped in pure aura, extremely fresh.

Yiyi is busy skilfully.

With a small knife in his hand, the Lingguo instantly cuts into pieces, all thin as cicada wings and carved like flowers.

This is a pear fruit.

Xiao Yi picked up a piece, the entrance was cold, and instantly refreshed.

"Yeah." Xiao Yi squinted his eyes, his face filled with enjoyment, "The spirit fruit was iced beforehand, cut to lightness, just crisp; the sweet and greasy inside, just covered a little bit by ice, making it just right. "

"Well, I'm exhausted."

Yiyi was still playing tricks.

On the table, a small pot of fragrant tea is ready.

A peach-like spirit fruit has been peeled, cut off the upper part, and then hollowed out.

Yiyiyingying picked up the teapot with his delicate hands, and poured the steaming tea into the spirit fruit.

"This is?" Xiao Yi was puzzled.

Yiyi smiled lightly, "When the son has eaten up the fruit slices in front of him, the tea in this peach should also be cold."

Xiao Yi sniffed, "Pour in hot tea, the tea fragrance is squandered, and is forced away by the breath of the spirit fruit."

"On the contrary, the spirit of fruit is poured into the tea."

"When the tea is cool, it must be an extremely delicious drink."

"Although a martial artist can be formed instantly with the original strength, you don't use external force like this, but with your skillful hands, you are completely natural, even more so."

While talking, Xiao Yi took another bite of iced fruit slices.

Yiyi looked at the main hall master not far away, "The main hall masters..."

Senior Luo held his hand and his face was cold and ignored.

The head of the Yandian Hall shook his head slightly, his face solemn, "I don't like these cold things."

The Lord of the Heavenly Secret Hall smiled, "Hey, the old man is not without young people, and he can't do this kind of incomprehensible things."

Yiyi nodded and continued to play around.

In a short period of time, the beautifully carved spirit fruits on the table in front of Xiao Yi were dazzling.

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A crowd of Eight Palaces Tianjiao looked sideways, their faces a little weird.

In their opinion, now they are going to the rumored Huo Clan land to participate in those eight grand events and confront the best young generation in this age between heaven and earth.

Their young master palace master is not at all nervous or dignified at all. On the contrary, he has the right to go out and play?

Farther rear.

The color of anger on the face of the Saint Yuezong warrior became stronger.

Shengjun gritted his teeth and looked like a cold knife, "What is he as the saint of our Holy Moon Sect?"

"Bring him tea and water, and serve him left and right, just like a maid?"

On the side, Saint Yuezunwu smiled bitterly, "Why should we intervene in the affairs between their partners."

"The two little guys have their own way of getting along."

"Although the old man has been obsessed with martial arts for countless years, he has never had **** between men and women, but he also knows that his partners are sparse and comfortable."

"The Sovereign has been alone for so many years and doesn't understand this..."

"What are you talking about?" Shengjun instantly looked cold and angry.

Yue Zunwu Sheng stroked his gray beard, and said nothing.

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