The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

Qin Moshun looked down from their sight. The entire center of the main hall is a huge platform. At this moment, there are two monsters fighting on the wide platform.

One of the monsters is white and white, with two sharp and long horns on the head, which resembles an elk. The whole body is covered with a layer of colorful light. The other monster is slightly strange. It looks like a long distance. The roots have no life and dead wood.

The shape of the dead wood suddenly moved, and many green slender branches were pulled out from the whole body and slammed to the opposite white deer.

Was drawn by the rattan, the white deer screamed, and the hoof slammed on the back of the hoof, slamming the pair of sharp corners on the head in the direction of the dead wood.

The dead wood quickly counterattacks, and the dense long vines go again in the direction of the white deer. It seems that they want to trap it in the original place and see the vines. The white deer's colorful light instantly swells and is illuminated by the colorful light. The vines slowly began to wither.

"Hey!" The dead wood made a scream, and then the rattan was quickly taken back by it.

The white deer had already rushed to the dead wood, and the long horn hit the dead wood straight. The dead wood trembled and seemed to want to escape this blow, but the white deer was too fast, and before it moved, the dead wood body was smashed out by the white deer.

Just listening to the bang, the dead wood hit the transparent film around the platform. The film is an enchantment that can prevent the beast from flying off the site during the fight and hurting the surrounding monks.

After this attack, the dead wood figured up and slowly fell down against the enchantment.

Looking at the dead wood on the ground, the white deer slammed into the four hooves, quickly walked to the side, kicked the deadwood body with the front hoof, determined that it had lost the ability to move, and the white deer swelled his head in the nostrils. Squirting a white gas, glanced at the eyes for a week, it looked arrogant.

"It's not a colorful magic deer, the strength is really strong." Seeing the performance of the white deer, there was a sigh of praise.

"Oh, it’s a sigh of relief. I just smashed ten pieces of the lower spirits and gambled on this woody beast. Now it’s all gone."

When they heard their conversation, Qin Mo’s eyes were concentrated on the colorful magic deer in the center of the field.

When Qin Mo observed this colorful magical deer, a servant dressed as a monk appeared next to Qin Mo, and respectfully said: "This Taoist friend, the next battle beast is about to begin, do you want to participate in the gambling?"

"The beast?"

Hearing the meaning of doubt in the tone of Qin and Mo, the monk smiled and explained: "The beast is a special test of the Qingfeng Building. Any monk can participate, letting his own beast and other monks and spirits be compared, just like a colorful fantasy. Deer and Muling Beast." When he said this, he glanced at the little fox with Qin ink on his shoulder.

"If there is no spirit beast, you can also buy those who have already trained the beast from our breeze building. Of course, if you don't want to fight the beast, you can also rest here, and you can take out some spiritual stones and press yourself to see the beast to participate. Combat."

After listening to this monk's words, Qin Mo's heart has already been clear. The fifth floor of Qingfeng Building is a colosseum in the realm of comprehension. The eyes swept over the noisy crowd on the right. Qin Mo slightly frowned and said: "Give me a separate room."

The smile on the monk's face became more and more brilliant. He respectfully took the road ahead and smiled. "Please come with me."

As Qin Mo was about to enter the room, a cold cry came from the side: "Liu Daoyou, are you here to participate in the beast? Is it because you haven't long hair on your shoulder?"

The taunting voice was extremely familiar, and Qin Mo stopped his steps and looked to the side.

The curtain next to it was slammed up, and a familiar figure came out. There was a wound on his cheek, which made him look pretty and handsome.

This person is Wu Yongde, the wound on his face is Qin Mo was hurt by the sword. In the realm of cultivation, the ordinary wounds on the monks can be restored as they are, without leaving any traces. Qin Mo added the thunder fire to the attack, making Wu Yongde's wound extremely difficult to cure, even if it is cured, it will leave scars.

Touching the scar on his face, Wu Yongde looked at Qin Mo in viciously, and wanted to lick his flesh and blood.

Seeing him, Qin Mo face is cold, but he does not want to say anything to him. After all, it is not time to pack him, and the pace continues to move toward the room.

Seeing the action of Qin Mo, Wu Yongde laughed and screamed loudly. Under the influence of spiritual power, everyone in the field could hear clearly: "Liu Daoyou, are you afraid? It is really a kind of species, even if you come from Hanshan, you can’t change it. nature."

Originally extremely noisy, the Colosseum was quiet in an instant. After yesterday’s siege war, everyone clearly understood that there was an irreconcilable contradiction between Wu Yongde and Qin Mo, but they did not expect it to be only one day, and the two again Right.

Qin Mo’s footsteps stopped again, and looking at Wu Yongde with a cold eyes was like watching a dead person.

"I am right, just rely on the furry fox on your shoulder and dare to come to the Colosseum." Wu Yongde smiled extremely bitterly.

Qin Mo’s heart was cold, and the long sword suddenly appeared behind him. The sword trembled “嗡嗡”, even if he could not get the moon grass, he would give him a lesson today.

Qin Mo felt a heavy shoulder, and then the little fox sounded slowly in his ear: "Although the fox has always disdain to bully these little spiritual pets, but does not teach him a lesson, really when the fox is a fur fox!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Mo slowly calmed down and asked Wu Yongde coldly: "What about your beast?"

Wu Yongde was a glimpse first, and then a slight tick on the face of the mouth pointed to the colorful magic deer in the field, saying: "It is."

Qin Mo nodded and looked at the servant who had been standing next to him. He asked: "Can I and I directly compete with the beast?"

The servant was caught off guard by the mistakes in front of him. At this moment, Qin Mo asked this question and nodded reflexively.

"it is good."

When the voice of Qin Mo just fell, he saw a flash of white light, and the little fox appeared on the Colosseum.

The colorful magical deer is huge, and the little fox body is very petite. There is a strong contrast between the two. There is nothing on the face of the people. The heart is determined that the little fox is lost.

Wu Yongde laughed and pointed to the little fox, and he was disdainful: "Liu Daoyou, you dare to let this fox fox go up."

With that said, he looked deep and sullen, and ordered the colorful magic deer in the field to say: "Small five, tear it off."

Everyone's eyes were focused on Wu Yongde and Qin Mo. No one saw the colorful magic deer body shaking across from the little fox. The eyes flashed a similar look of fear.

Hearing the voice of Wu Yongde, the colorful magical deer trembled, but the spirit beast could not violate the master's command. It could only lie in the direction of the little fox in the direction of the invisible pressure.

"Is this fox stupid?" Seeing the little fox in the field, someone pressed his voice down.

Others also showed their approval on their faces. At this moment, they all thought that this little fox was about to be shredded by the colorful magical deer. Some good monks turned their heads quietly and didn't want to look at the scene again.

When the colorful magical deer arrived at the little fox, the little fox moved. It arbitrarily extended a front paw and gently patted the direction of the colorful magical deer.

"Oh, that's ridiculous..." Seeing the little fox's movement, Wu Yongde's face showed a touch of smile, but before he finished, his eyes widened and he looked incredulously at the scene in the Colosseum.

The petite little fox fluttered like this, and the powerful white deer flew out. The colorful magic deer landed on the ground and never stood up again.

The entire Colosseum was quiet.

I ignored the colorful magical deer on the ground. The little fox jumped away from the Colosseum and headed for Qin Mo. When it jumped onto the railing, it suddenly turned and swayed a paw against Wu Yongde.

Wu Yongde did not expect the little fox to suddenly attack. He was shot by the little fox and his body immediately receded. Fortunately, he was always protected by him, and he did not let him fall from the aisle. He was pale and white at the moment and was obviously seriously injured.

Seeing this situation, Qin Mo's light is cold, and the long sword behind him shines brightly, and Wu Yongde must make a blow.

"Liu Daoyou, please also think twice before you go." A sharp voice came from the side, interrupted Qin Mo's next move, looking in the direction of the sound, Qin Mo eyes cold, his hands gradually became a fist.

"Liu Daoyou, you don't want this little friend to be hurt." Standing next to Qin Mo is a Qingpao man, his left hand at the moment.

Holding Lingyun tightly, his right hand was claw-shaped and clasped his neck.

Feeling the sight of Qin Mo, Ling Yun suddenly smiled and said: "kill him."

Upon hearing this, the right hand of the Qingpao man shrank a moment, and the bright red blood continued to flow from the Lingyun neck.

Qin Mo slowly put away the long sword behind him, and never looked at Wu Yongde again. He said calmly and let him go. ”

The body of the Qingpao trembled, and a few people behind Wu Yongde gave a look. The couple quickly withdrew from Wu Yongde.

Looking at Wu Yongde's departure, the Qingpao man swallowed his throat and looked at Qin Mo with trepidation. He said: "Liu seniors, this is just a matter of expediency. Please don't care."

"Let him go." As if he did not hear the words of the Qingpao man, Qin Mo slowly took the long sword back to the Qiankun bag and repeated.

Upon hearing this, the Qingpao man immediately let go of Lingyun, and he quickly left the place.

Looking at Lingyun, Qin Mo did not put a word, turned and left here.

I didn't mean the wound on my neck. After Lingyun and Qin Mo, the voice asked a little low: "Why are you putting Wu Yongde?"

"There is an opportunity in the future." The plain voice spread in the air, and it was inaudible.