Transform into a royal guard and pick up attributes like crazy

Just wanting others to start first and consume Xiao Jian's internal strength.

So he can benefit from it.

As for the rest of the people, they knew their own strengths and weaknesses, and no one dared to step forward to wrestle with Xiao Jian.

So for a moment, no one on the scene spoke, just looking at Xiao Jian quietly.

"Is this Xiao Jian's prestige? So many masters dare not step forward?"

Li Hanyi looked at the scene in front of him in shock, with a different light flashing in his eyes.

As a member of the younger generation, Xiao Jian has already shown an invincible style of his generation!

Ling'er next to him smiled and whispered; "Master, are you interested in my brother?"

"What, don't talk nonsense!"

Li Hanyi was startled and hurriedly covered Ling'er's mouth with his hand.

Fearing that this little ancestor would say something earth-shattering and tearful again.

At the same time, he looked around with a guilty conscience.

Finding that no one heard it, he was relieved.

But her blushing face proved that her heart was not calm.

She looked at Xiao Jian with a guilty conscience.

Wanwan looked at Xiao Jian's majestic and domineering appearance, and her whole body was soft and almost melted.

"A man like this is worthy of my witch Wanwan!"

Shi Feixuan, who was next to her, couldn't help but spit when she heard Wanwan's words: "How shameless!"

Wanwan giggled.

The dimples on her face were particularly cute.

"Shi Feixuan, a man like Xiao Jian is not easy to find!"

"If you miss him, you will never find him again. As the saint of Cihang Jingzhai, don't forget the rules of Cihang Jingzhai?"

The Guiyin Sect is not like Cihang Jingzhai. There are not so many rules. You can do whatever you want.

And what about Cihang Jingzhai? That is a famous and upright sect!

As the saint of a famous and upright sect, how can Shi Feixuan compete with a witch for a man?

Shi Feixuan snorted coldly.

Looking at Xiao Jian's figure, I don't know what he is thinking.

Murong Fu's eyes are almost spitting fire.

Who is Xiao Jian? How dare he stand in front of the golden coffin and look down on the crowd?

He should be the one standing there!

He, Murong Fu, is the most outstanding young talent in the world!

"Xiao Jian! You are just showing off by relying on the unique skills of my Murong family!"

"If you have the ability, use your own martial arts!"

Murong Fu jumped out first.

Jealousy made him lose his mind.

He didn't remember at all that when Xiao Jian used the divine elephant to suppress the prison, he killed all the people and beat them all to a pulp.

"Oh!"

Xiao Jian showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth and glanced at Murong Fu.

"Since Mr. Murong wants to learn my unique skills, then come on!"

Murong Fu took a step forward and suddenly thought of Xiao Jian's strength.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he took back his foot again.

"Hahaha!"

Xiao Jian laughed at Murong Fu's action.

"What Nan Murong? He is just a person with a false reputation!"

Everyone saw Murong Fu's actions, and Xiao Jian's ridicule made everyone present look at him with contempt.

Some people even couldn't help laughing.

After this incident, if Murong Fu couldn't defeat Xiao Jian with his own strength.

Then his reputation would be completely ruined.

The name of Nan Murong was no longer his pride, but a shame!

Murong Fu's eyes were red.

Just as he was about to rush forward regardless of everything, he was pulled by Wang Yuyan beside him.

"Cousin, don't be impulsive, he is provoking you!"

Murong Fu threw Wang Yuyan's arm.

"Get out! Do you also think I am not as good as him?"

Murong Fu looked at Xiao Jian, and his murderous intent surged.

He didn't care about the sad Wang Yuyan and went straight to Xiao Jian.

"Xiao Jian, today is your death!"

Murong Fu danced with his long sword, and the sword energy was everywhere.

But in Xiao Jian's eyes now, it was just a child's play.

He raised his hand and used Paiyun Palm.

A palm-sized water ball went towards Murong Fu's long sword.

"Boom!"

The huge force blasted Murong Fu away and smashed him hard in the snow.

Xiao Jian showed disdain on his face and sneered:

"You can't even catch Paiyun Palm. You are far behind Bu Jingyun!"

Murong Fu flew backwards with bloodshot eyes.

He jumped out of the snow with a flash.

"Xiao Jian, you are looking for death!"

It's okay to lose to Xiao Jian, but what does Xiao Jian mean by saying this?

Saying that he is not as good as Bu Jingyun!

Isn't this rubbing salt into his wounds?

Bu Jingyun's reputation is not as great as his.

Now Bu Jingyun has entered the Grandmaster realm.

He, Nan Murong, is still struggling in the Xiantian realm!

The furious Murong Fu used all his internal strength and stabbed Xiao Jian in the face with the sword technique passed down from his family.

Xiao Jian was as still as a mountain.

A layer of frost suddenly appeared on his right fist.

"Bang!"

The Heavenly Frost Fist hit Murong Fu's chest hard, sending him flying backwards.

A deep pit appeared in the snow.

When Murong Fu stood up, his body was covered with a thin layer of frost.

Xiao Jian didn't even look at Murong Fu, and snorted coldly: "You can't even catch the Heavenly Frost Fist. You are far inferior to Qin Shuang!"

"Ah, Xiao Jian, you are going too far!"

Murong Fu rushed towards Xiao Jian like a madman.

Xiao Jian's expression was as cold as frost. When Murong Fu appeared beside him, he raised his foot and kicked him out.

"If you can't catch the Wind God Kick, Nie Feng can kick you to death with one kick!"

The people around looked at Xiao Jian as if they had seen a ghost.

Xiao Jian is not only strong, but also ruthless!

He wants to trample Murong Fu to death!

He will never be able to stand up again!