Transform into a royal guard and pick up attributes like crazy

Hurry up and chase after him.

"Hey, what are you doing? Are you really tempted?"

The voices of the two people were getting farther and farther away, and everyone looked at each other.

Murong Fu coughed up a mouthful of blood and looked at the direction where Xiao Jian left with a sinister look.

He had never suffered such a big loss before.

Today, he was seriously injured by a teenager who was more than ten years younger than him, and he didn't win even with the combined efforts of several people. It was a great shame!

"Wait for me, I won't let you go!"

Murong Fu whispered.

He left this place of trouble with Wang Yuyan and his retainers who were worried about him.

Li Hanyi stood there, thought about it, and actually went in the direction where Xiao Jian left.

Anyway, she came to ask for the sword from her peers, and since she met such a young and powerful master.

How could she let him go easily?

With the departure of Xiao Jian and others, the matter spread throughout the Ming Dynasty at an alarming speed.

Jinyiwei, a genius boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, actually suppressed several young geniuses in the martial arts world with his own strength.

Suddenly, a wave of waves was set off in the martial arts world.

Tianxiahui, Xiongxin Hall.

In the hall, a man in a black and gold python robe sat high.

The man was tall and strong, with no joy or sadness on his face. He had a domineering look between his eyebrows and exuded a terrifying aura.

This man was Xiongba, the leader of Tianxiahui.

Bu Jingyun stood in front of the hall, staring straight at Xiongba, with an unruly look.

Xiongba looked unhappy and asked lightly:

"You said that the kid from Jinyiwei just watched you perform Paiyun Palm once, and then defeated you?"

Then he looked at Nie Feng on the side and said:

"Feng'er, I remember you said the same thing last time."

"A small Jinyiwei is so strange that the two hall masters of Tianxiahui have suffered a loss?"

Xiongba's eyebrows were filled with murderous aura.

His two disciples are the sons of destiny in the fate of the clay Buddha.

After spending a lot of effort to cultivate for more than ten years, they were defeated by a Jinyiwei centurion one after another. Isn't this a joke?

If the clay Buddha was not there, Xiongba would have wanted to ask him for another fortune.

Wen Chouchou on the side laughed:

"Boss, where in the world can there be such a person who can learn the other party's martial arts at a glance."

"It is probably just a trick, just imitated."

"The Dou Zhuan Xing Yi of the Murong family is also known to be able to use the other's method to return the body, but it is not clear that the Murong family is any good."

Xiongba nodded and his expression eased a lot.

Everyone knows how many names in the world are exaggerated.

But there are only a few people who can truly stand at the top of the world.

Xiongba looked at Fengyun and the other two and scolded them, "You two should stay in seclusion in Tianxiahui for a while. You are not allowed to leave until you become a master!"

"Shuang'er, since the matter of Wushuang City is still being prepared, you should go to Zhending Prefecture first. It's quite lively there recently."

"Don't bring down the reputation of our Tianxiahui again."

Among the three disciples, Tianshuang Hall Master is the oldest and has the highest cultivation.

Now he has reached the peak of innateness.

But in terms of talent, he is still a long way behind Fengyun and the other two.

After Fengyun and the other two bowed and left, Qin Shuang also took the order and rushed to Zhending Prefecture.

...

Sun and Moon Sect, Black Wood Cliff.

Forty miles north of Pingdingzhou, there are towering mountains, and tall trees cover dozens of miles in radius.

And Black Wood Cliff is hidden in the mountains.

No one except the core members of the sect can find the location of Black Wood Cliff.

At this time, many elders sat on both sides of the treasure hall.

The throne of the leader in the middle was empty.

Many elders were arguing.

It looked like a noisy market.

Suddenly, a square-faced middle-aged man who was closest to the throne slammed the table hard.

"Enough! What are you arguing about!"

Everyone stopped immediately, and the hall was silent.

The middle-aged man said angrily; "When the leader is not here, is this what you do?"

Xiang Wentian was furious.

Looking at the many elders in front of him, he was furious.

These people occupied the position of elders one by one, but they were too selfish.

Now that the court has a Jinyiwei with unlimited potential, they actually want to let their disciples to brush up their reputation.

Don't even see if they have the strength!

As soon as Xiang Wentian opened his mouth, everyone was silent.

When the leader was not here, Xiang Wentian, the left envoy of light, was the one with the highest status.

Xiang Wentian snorted coldly.

"Even the hall master of the Tianxia Association and others are not the opponents of the Jinyiwei. Do you still expect your disciples to have such strength?"

According to the news from the spies in the sect, although the realm of the Jinyiwei Baihu is not at the peak of the innate, his strength is not much inferior to that of the innate peak.

Without the strength of the innate peak, going there is also seeking death.

Not to mention getting rid of the Jinyiwei.

"I wonder what the left envoy has planned?"

An elder below asked boldly.

The others also wanted to see how Xiang Wentian would deal with it, and they all stared at him.

Xiang Wentian rubbed his forehead, his eyes swept over the elders, and suddenly stopped at the last one.

"Qu Yang, this matter is left to you. Remember, don't do it if you are not sure."

Xiang Wentian was still a little worried that Qu Yang's strength was not enough to deal with Xiao Jian, so he reminded him again.

The people around him took a breath of cold air. They didn't expect Xiang Wentian to let Qu Yang go in person.

That's a veteran Xiantian peak master.

He has been in this realm for many years.

Maybe he will be able to break through the Grandmaster realm someday.

Qu Yang, who was sitting at the end of the seat, was stunned and quickly took over the matter.

...

Yihua Palace.

Yaoyue and Lianxing were sitting in a small pavilion in Yihua Palace, lazily listening to the servants reporting the news in the martial arts world.

A young man was accompanying them.

The man had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his facial features were clearly defined and deep, like a Greek sculpture.

When he heard that Xiao Jian fought against all the Tianjiao alone in Fuzhou, a strong fighting spirit bloomed in his eyes.

Yaoyue glanced at the man lightly and chuckled: "Wuque, do you want to go down the mountain?"

The tone was cold and frightening.

Hua Wuque's expression became serious and he said carefully: "This man is so young, but he has already reached the level of Xiantian cultivation. It is rare in the world. Wuque wants to have a good fight with him."

Yaoyue raised the corner of his mouth, and the expression on his face became even colder.

In Yihua Palace, she hated it most when others had their own ideas.