Accompanied by the voice, a slender woman in a black robe came from not far away.

Her skin is white and smooth, her star eyes are blurred, her red lips are like fire, and her long dark purple hair is casually twisted in a bun, revealing a snow-white gooseneck, especially her bumpy and hot body, exuding a thrilling temptation.

There was a hint of fear in Bihen's eyes.

This enchanting and sexy woman, named Zhu Yingxue, came from the lineage of Zhulong in the ancient world of Yinjue, and was a first-class noble character.

It should be noted that in the ancient realm of Yinjue, the candle dragon lineage is a well-deserved imperial family, and the terrifying background is only a handful in the ancient realm of Yinjue.

And this Zhu Yingxue is a direct clan member of this lineage, with the terrifying cultivation of the Nine Tribulations Realm of Longevity, which is not much more conceited than Lang Qianheng.

Different from the ancient wasteland, the communication between the other eight domains is very frequent, even if they come from different domains, but Bihen has heard of the power of the candle dragon lineage.

Lang Qianheng frowned: "Zhu Yingxue, I don't need your intervention in my affairs."

"That guy known as the Demon God of Forest, but he is the number one overlord among the top figures in the ancient wasteland. He is famous and famous. He seems to be such an opponent. I also really want to give it a try. How capable he is."

Zhu Yingxue smiled eloquently, and her starry eyes were shining, revealing an astonishing charm.

A sharp look flashed across Lang Qianheng's green pupils, "Why, are you still planning to rob me?"

The atmosphere suddenly tense.

"Hey, you two don't fight, don't forget, this time we are coming to this ancient wasteland together, if we fight, I'm afraid we will be ridiculed."

A lazy voice sounded, and a man in gray clothes, carrying three swords, and looking like a teenager, swayed.

His long hair was scribbled, and his body was a bronze-like cast iron color.

Carrying one sword is not surprising, but carrying three swords is unusual.

But whether it was Lang Qianheng or Zhu Yingxue, when they saw the lazy swordsman who looked like this young man, their eyes narrowed.

Wood picking stars!

A sword cultivator from the ancient region of Daluo, under his seemingly tired and sloppy appearance, actually has a cruel heart of killing.

The three swords behind it represent the three supreme kendo inheritances.

Daluo Ancient Territory is the world of swordsmen, and there are many sects of swordsmanship, and this Mu Zhaixing can stand out among the younger generation, and his own strength should not be underestimated.

Therefore, even Lang Qianheng and Zhu Yingxue did not dare to be careless when facing Mu Zhaixing.

"Our purpose here is very simple, the first is to negotiate a deal with the old monsters in the ancient wilderness, and the second is to test the depth of the younger generation of powerhouses in the ancient wilderness, for the upcoming battle of the Nine Regions. prepare."

Mu Zhaixing said with a smile, "Of course, I know that you all look down on the ancient wasteland in your heart, and think that the way to the top of this realm has cut off the boundless years, and it is impossible for any opponents to be valued to emerge."

"But now you also know that a few years ago, the realm of absolute peak came, and a group of talents who set foot on the peak of the ancient wasteland emerged, which means that we may have an additional batch of talents. opponent."

Speaking of this, he smiled again, "Well, someone else has embarked on the road of severance, although when it comes to overall strength, it is still far from being comparable to those of us who are strong from the Eight Regions, but after all... it is better than nothing. Bar."

"The opponent is too weak, but it's boring, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Lang Qianheng couldn't help frowning: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Mu Zhaixing sighed: "Have you heard it yet? You can still despise what you should despise, but you must also pay attention to what you should pay attention to. This ancient wasteland... is different from before."

"You can underestimate them and think that this ancient wilderness is not worthy of being compared with the other eight regions, but those who have set foot on the top of the ancient wilderness should pay attention to it."

After all,

Mu Zhaixing took out a jug and raised his head to drink.

Lang Qianheng sneered: "These days, there are dozens of people in the ancient wilderness who have been defeated by me, and none of them can survive ten moves. You still remind me to let me pay attention to them?"

There was a deep disdain in his voice.

Mu Zhaixing smiled and said, "But your maid was defeated, and was forced to kneel in one step."

In a word, it was like a face-to-face slap, Lang Qianheng's face turned gloomy, and the face of Bihen next to him was even more ugly.

"Never mind, I didn't mean to be sarcastic."

Mu Zhaixing still smiled brightly, shook his head and said, "I just want to say that there are some really powerful top figures in the ancient wilderness, apart from this Lin Xun, there are many others who haven't appeared, such as Shaohao, Ruowu, Yuan Fatian , Little Golden Winged Peng King, White Dragon Court..."

Zhu Yingxue, who was next to him, suddenly interjected: "You are wrong, Bai Longting was defeated not long ago."

Mu Zhaixing was startled and said in surprise, "Why didn't I hear about it?"

Zhu Yingxue smiled charmingly and said in a judo way, "Because I defeated him, but unfortunately, there is a rule before the battle that the results of the battle cannot be publicized."

Mu Zhaixing snorted and said with a smile: "Are you afraid of losing face? You really have to suffer to lose face. If you are in the battlefield of the Nine Regions, you will not only lose face, but also lose your life."

"So, you made me pay attention to those top figures in this ancient wilderness. I really can't get the slightest interest. The weak are the weak. In the previous years, in the two battles of the Nine Domains, the ancient wasteland ended with a fiasco. ."

Zhu Yingxue said leisurely, "This time, it is destined to be no exception."

Mu Zhaixing smiled and said: "Of course there can be no exceptions. The Eight Regions will join forces. Even if there are many top figures in this ancient wilderness, it is impossible to reverse the defeat. But..."

Speaking of this, Mu Zhaixing thought about it and said: "The defeat of the ancient wilderness is irreversible, but it is not good if it causes us too much loss."

Lang Qianheng sneered: "Too big loss? Is it possible?"

Mu Zhaixing said: "Then let's see if you will be Lin Xun's opponent. Seriously, this person, Shaohao and Ruowu can be called the most powerful people in the ancient wilderness. Leaders, as long as you try their depth, you will know how much losses these opponents can cause us when the battle of the Nine Regions breaks out."

"Hehe, that's why I thought about fighting this person. After all, for a period of time, almost all the other top figures in the ancient wilderness have been unable to retreat, or retreat, or dormant, or watch from the sidelines, but this Lin Xun is the only one. stand up."

Zhu Yingxue said with a smile, "Since that's the case, you should use him to make a knife! Think about it, a leader among the most powerful people in the ancient wilderness is about to be stepped on by me. This must be a wonderful feeling, right? For them in the ancient wilderness, it will be a heavy blow."

The more she talked, the brighter her eyes became, with a feeling of eagerness to try, "In this case, when the battle of the Nine Regions comes, will they still have the courage to fight us?"

Lang Qianheng snorted coldly: "Lin Xun is mine!"

Zhu Yingxue ruffled the hair by her ear, and without giving in an inch, said slowly, "Whoever grabs it is whoever gets it."

Mu Zhaixing, who saw this scene in his eyes, smiled and suddenly said: "We will leave in a month, if you want to deal with this person, you have to hurry up. When that time comes, I will come to watch the battle in person and watch it. See how you put this man under your feet."

After all, his figure flickered and floated away, the three swords behind him were very eye-catching.

...

"One month later, Lang Qianheng will meet Lin Xun on the Baiyujing Soul Refinement Building!"

On this day, a piece of news came out, like a thunderbolt, blasting over the ancient wilderness, causing the world to look at it.

"Is this to avenge his maid?"

"I'm still delusional to challenge the Demon God Lin, and I'm not self-sufficient!"

"Bai Yujing? That is the site of the Tongtian Sword Sect. Who doesn't know that Lin Xun killed Yun Qingbai, which has long been a thorn in the Tongtian Sword Sect's side, but this Lang Qianheng put the battle site in Baiyujing, and his intentions are simply despicable. !"

"Yeah, even though Demon God Lin is strong, he doesn't have the power to fight against the Heavenly Sword Sect alone. How could he possibly take on the challenge and go to Baiyujing?"

For a time, countless discussions and uproars sounded all over the ancient wasteland.

Even those ancient Taoist traditions were disturbed.

"Are these outsiders going to take this opportunity to defeat Lin Xun and deal a heavy blow to the ancient wilderness cultivation world?"

"Regardless of whether he admits it or not, Lin Xun is after all the leading figure among the top figures. If he loses in this kind of battle, the blow to the ancient wilderness will be too heavy, and it will most likely affect the situation in the Nine Regions. Morale in the fight!"

"I know that these foreign enemies are here, and they have no good intentions!"

The uproar of discussion is fermenting, and the eyes of the world are also looking at Bai Yujing, and everyone is concerned.

Lin Xun, will you go to the appointment to fight?

When the news spread, Lin Xun walked into an ancient remote town.

It was drizzling in the sky, and next to the bluestone street where the breath of time was permeating, tender white apricot flowers bloomed in the mist and rain, and pedestrians in twos and threes on the street shuttled through the row upon row of ancient buildings.

Walking into this city is like walking into a splashed ink landscape painting, giving people an ancient, quiet and quiet taste.

Lin Xun, dressed in a moon-white shirt with his hands behind his back, slowly paced the city with a relaxed mind, admiring the scenery he saw along the way.

He didn't even know that in the ancient wilderness, because of Lang Qianheng's appointment, the world had already boiled.

"The cultivation of the three paths has all been completed, and the understanding of the great path has reached the end of the realm of 'Dao'..."

Lin Xun calmly perceives his own situation, like a passer-by, strolling the ancient streets in the misty drizzle.

"Although the martial arts cultivation base has been enlightened, if you become a saint, you should consider establishing an inheritance for yourself, creating and creating your own Taoism!"

Today, Lin Xun has many martial arts inheritances, such as Taixuan Sword Sutra, Dayan Poxuzhi, Tianyuan Six Slashes, Dragon Tribulation Nine Changes, and the martial arts power in Dazang Si Sutra, etc.

Each martial arts inheritance has its own unique secrets, and its power is unpredictable.

Ke Lin Xun knew clearly that all those who have transcended attainments in the holy way have created their own way.

Create your own law with your own way!

This is the foundation of every person in the Holy Land.

(The update will start tomorrow!)