Too Early

Everyone looks at the real people.

Waiting for the real person to look outside the hall: "Qin Haoxuan, he is a man, everything is good, but there is a big dead "hole"."

"What is the death of the hole?"

"It’s too early." The empty man smeared the two words.

The old fox, such as Yuan Yizhen, suddenly became thoughtful, but there are still some people in the hall who are completely "touched" and puzzled. "Is it too early to be destroyed?"

Paying the real person seems to be in a good mood and explain to everyone in detail: "Qin Haoxuan did not have such a big move in the past few years. Now he took the initiative because of what? But it was a very early one that was killed by Puguangge a few years ago. The disciple is practicing hard, so it is easy to lead him out.

Yuan Yizhen slowly nodded: "So what does the big lord mean?"

"Since he cares so much at the beginning, you think, if there is a too junior disciple who comes to challenge me in front of Puguangge, will he still come?" Paying the real person to laugh, "吟" "吟" said.

Everyone in the hall is on the go!

"Pretend to be a person who is too early to teach..."

"As long as the news is released, there are too young disciples to challenge, and Qin Haoxuan will definitely show up!"

“It’s easy to pretend to be a young disciple!”

"The big league master!"

......

However, in the half-day time, the news that the early disciples challenged the Puguang Pavilion of the Great Masters spread throughout the jurisdiction of the Puguangge.

When Cao Qinghua was looking for, Qin Haoxuan was training the body of the hungry ghost.

"You ransacked a sect of more than nine thousand years, and the amount of things brought back is so?" Qin Haoxuan shook his hand in a dry Qiankun bag, and frowned slightly.

The body of Shinto throws a few long-filled bags of Qiankun to Qin Haoxuan. They glance at them with a faint look. They turn around without interest and find a place that is slightly quieter and begin to cultivate.

The eyes of the hungry ghosts turned and turned, then pointed to the body of Shinto, and said with aggrieved: "I am not him, only meditation and cultivation can rise, I need to eat, no. I will not go up after eating, and the more I eat, the more I will eat! In addition, those resources are not thrown away, but turned into my energy. When I am big, I will be more A little strength."

Qin Haoxuan was speechless because of the hungry ghosts. At this time, he found that he had left the sound of Cao Qinghua: "Old Master, I have an urgent matter to tell you!"

Wrinkled, Qin Haoxuan also heard the urgency of Cao Qinghua's voice. Nowadays, regardless of the behavior of the body of the hungry ghost, it comes out from the shadow of a stone, and Cao Qinghua is also alone.

His hiding place only tells Cao Qinghua, in case he needs it, and he has also passed it. There is no big deal, don't come to yourself.

"What's wrong?" Qin Haoxuan asked.

Cao Qinghua was obviously rushing in, and his forehead was still sweating. He looked at Qin Haoxuan with a dignified look and bit his teeth. He said: "I heard rumors and said that there is another young disciple who went to Puguangge. Many people have rushed over to want to watch the fun."

Qin Haoxuan’s eyes jerked and he said: “Are you sure?”

"Everyone is passing, and some people have vowed to say that they have seen it. It is said that the disciples of the Puguang Pavilion were very miserable!" Cao Qinghua clenched his fist. "But I am worried if they are the same." If the characters play..."

Qin Haoxuan’s eyebrows flashed his worries and turned and rushed to Puguangge.

Cao Qinghua followed.

"You don't follow me, go back."

“No!” Cao Qinghua said loudly. “I am also a disciple of the early days. I want to fight together and die together. I can’t watch it...”

Qin Haoxuan stood still and turned to look at the stubborn Cao Qinghua: "This is very dangerous. Although you are already very good, this battle is not something you can participate in."

Cao Qinghua’s face suddenly turned red, and there was an anxious color on the face: “But one more person has more fighting power!”

"I have them enough." Qin Haoxuan pointed to the two bodies around him. "This war is dangerous, but I can't guarantee that I can retire. You have brotherhood, you have your own responsibility!" ”

What Cao Qinghua still wants to say, but was stopped by Qin Haoxuan: "If you still recognize me as the owner, then listen to my orders and go back. I will need you to do other things for me in the future."

After Qin Haoxuan finished, he turned and left again. Cao Qinghua’s clenched fists burst into the blue veins, but he still stayed obedient.

"There is no reason." The body of Shinto speeds up and comes to Qin Haoxuan. It is still an indifferent look, but it is only a bit of vigilance in the middle of the squad. "The distance from the red scorpion is only six or seven years, too junior. Is it that the people who came out are a little earlier? Even if it takes a decade to practice the reds, it is necessary to refine the exercises to Dacheng. How can someone be faster and more fierce than him?"

Qin Haoxuan slowed down and looked at the body of Shinto: "What do you want to say?"

"I want to say that this should be a trap." Compared with Qin Haoxuan's anxious **** "color", the body of Shinto has always been very clear.

Qin Haoxuan squinted and thought about the body of the Shinto: "trap?"

After thinking about it, Qin Haoxuan looked at the body of an excited and hungry ghost: "What do you think?"

The body of the hungry ghost shrugged: "I don't care, I can't go, but I still want to go. After all, the flesh and blood of the people in the great teachings must be very sweet."

The body of Shinto disapproved of looking at the body of Hungry Ghost Road, and then said to Qin Haoxuan: "You have to think clearly, they know that you care about the beginning, and know that you will be desperate for the beginning, and it is very likely that you will set a trap waiting for you."

"And, our previous month's behavior was too public, how to see, how do you think this is their revenge." The voice of the body of the Shinto has been very dull, clear and cool as the same Wang Qingshui fell into the ears of Qin Haoxuan.

Qin Haoxuan looked at the direction of Puguangge, took a deep breath, and then spit it out slowly. He said: "In case it is really a person at the beginning?"

What if?

Even if it is only one of the possibilities, Qin Haoxuan will not give up.

"Even if it is really a trap, I also recognize it. I have to go." Qin Haoxuan finished, and went straight to Puguangge.

The body of Shinto has already said its doubts, but it is Qin Haoxuan who made the final decision. Since Qin Haoxuan has decided that even if there is boundless **** in the front of the mountain, then the six bodies will accompany them.

Qin Haoxuan was extremely fast, and he crossed the sky like a meteor. It took only a quarter of an hour to come outside the Puguang Pavilion!

The flag is hunting, the wind is dancing, and the chill is spreading in the heavens and the earth. In addition to a few miles in front of the Puguangge Mountain, the figures are moving, and the two are fiercely killed. Qin Haoxuan looks at a thin figure wearing a robe of the beginning. A sword is slashing, and one person in front of him will be cut out!

The man was fighting against Qin Haoxuan. His blood was scattered all over his body. The teaching robe had been dyed with blood, and there were already several bodies on his knees under his feet!

Qin Haoxuan’s "exhibition" is the color of the excitement. The sword is still too early to teach. He speeded up again and rushed up!

After slashing one person, the "early disciple" was hit by a fierce Taoist tactic. The whole person flew out and squatted on the ground, supporting the body with a sword, and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

Qin Haoxuan was in a hurry, and the face was even more worried. The body of the hungry ghost road tore open the circle around the front. Qin Haoxuan took the body of the Shinto as a killing god!

The Puguangge people around here suddenly made a burst of exclamation.

Qin Haoxuan went straight down and rushed to the "early disciple"!

"How are you..." Just put his hand on the man's shoulder, and a cold and cold crisis suddenly rose. Qin Haoxuan's pupils contracted sharply!

wrong! He is not a young disciple!

The ability to respond to the crisis allowed Qin Haoxuan to suddenly close his hand and turn around!

brush!

An incomparably sharp sword light suddenly spurted out from the hair of the person who covered the cheeks, and the fierceness was abnormal, and it stabbed the heart of Qin Haoxuan!

The powerful force suddenly spurted out from the man, and Qin Haoxuan was suppressed, and Qin Haoxuan’s movements became sluggish!

puff!

The sharp edge of the sharp blade penetrated the flesh and blood, Qin Haoxuan face "color" tight, red blood flowed out from his left chest!

bump!

The body of the Shinto is killing, and the person suddenly slams open, and the body of the hungry ghost is suddenly coming, and the body is foggy and pounces on the man!

However, what surprised Qin Haoxuan was that the guy who pretended to pretend to be a young disciple, like a muddy, slipped out of the thick fog of the hungry ghost body!

boom!

The man also pointed to a wave, a hundred and eight poles inlaid with the golden dragon's flag across the sky, divided into the void, the entire piece of heaven and earth are completely controlled, the surging powerful pressure like a mountain volley!

"Qin Haoxuan~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I want to see you, it is really not easy." Pu Guangge teaches to pay for the real person outside the formation, smiling at the Qin Haoxuan in the formation.

Qin Haoxuan slowly got up in the injured place and was trapped by the law. His shoulders seemed to carry the mountains, heavy and heavy, and the blood flowed out from his fingers. He didn't care, looked up at the square, and countless figures from Puguangge. Gushing out and standing in the air.

"It’s really a trap when you say it." Qin Haoxuan casually wiped the wound with the "medicine" and said to the body of Shinto.

The body of Shinto stood quietly on the side, and there was no expression on the face, and the eyes of the hungry ghosts passed from the surroundings, and the greedy face was also dignified.

It seems that this time, Puguangge is fully prepared. It is not only a small number of pens, but also a master of the fish.

Pretending to be a disciple of the early days is the main wind of the Puguang Pavilion. He is thin but not weak. He stands tall in the air, and the power of deterrence spreads out from him a little. He narrows his eyes and looks at Qin Haoxuan. Too early