Zhao Wujiang's guess was right. Lu Xiaojin was indeed looking for him and was indeed determined to win him.

It's just a little different from what he guessed, that is, Lu Xiaojin coveted him because he wanted to beat him up, rather than fond of him.

After everyone stepped into this cave of heritage ruins, Lu Xiaojin's first thing was to search for Zhao Wuyang.

But in this vast world, Lu Xiaojin has never found Zhao Wuyang's figure.

She put down her words, and whoever found Zhao Wuyang for her would benefit her.

Everyone wanted to watch the fun, but now they are even more excited. While fighting, they are also searching for Zhao Wuyang's figure.

But they were very surprised. Most of the day passed and they didn't see Zhao Wuyang.

Finally, I didn't expect that Zhao Wuyang was actually hiding in the mouth of the Taotie statue. This surprised them and made them happy. This means that among the eight gods standing in the world, it should be the last place of inheritance.

Now many people fighting below saw that Lu Xiaojin had stepped onto the mouth of the Taotie statue and confronted Zhao Wuyang. It seemed that he would wave the heavenly level magic weapon in the next moment and kill Zhao Wuyang with a sickle.

Everyone was talking nonsense about the fun.

"Zhao Wuyang is finished. Lu Xiaojin takes action. He will have to peel off even if he doesn't die."

"Who told him to be very arrogant? Even Lu Xiaojin dares to provoke him. Does he know who Lu Xiaojin is?"

"Hahaha... Maybe Zhao Wuyang really doesn't know, after all, the wild cultivation in the countryside."

"Although Lu Xiaojin is not a secret, she has not deliberately promoted it. It is normal for Zhao Wuyang to not know about it."

"It's normal, but ignorance is a crime, and Zhao Wuyang will pay the price for it."

"Hey, you guys say that Zhao Wuyang is so confident, is it that he also has strength to hide?"

"So what? Lu Xiaojin only has superficial strength? Not to mention Zhao Wuyang today, even if the Venerable Yijiao faces Lu Xiaojin, he may not be an opponent.

Don’t forget that Lu Xiaojin is one of the favorite juniors of the Painting Saint, and he doesn’t have any treasures on him?”

"Then Zhao Wuyang is finished today."

"Nonsense! Except for Zhuge Xiaobai from Wanbao Pavilion, Lin Xiaoke from Qingqiu Fox Clan, and the leaders of the Wang family and Li family this time, who is qualified to fight with Lu Xiaojin?

It’s all the birthday boys who hate their longevity.”

“…”

As everyone was talking, Zhao Wujiang took two steps back. He felt that something was getting worse and wrong, as if he had thought about something wrong before.

"Why don't you escape?" Lu Xiaojin lazily carried a sickle that was more than one person tall, and dragged the sickle on the stone surface, making a harsh sound of metal and stone collision.

"You and I have no grudges or grudges. I don't feel ashamed of you, why should I escape?" Zhao Wujiang smiled warmly, but his eyes were full of purple air, and the spiritual energy and demonic energy in his body were stirred up.

He was worried that Lu Xiaojin was sick and that would be over. He probably wanted to attack him and knock him out and take him away.

"You saw what you shouldn't have seen, and said what you shouldn't have to say. I don't like frivolous people like you." Lu Xiaojin walked in a lot, getting closer and closer.

"Then why do you blame the wind in the abyss? Why do you blame me for doing it?" Zhao Wujiang was a little handsome:

"If I don't remind me, I might be seen by more people."

Lu Xiaojin was slightly stunned, as if she was in a disadvantage.

But she soon became colder:

"Anyway, it turned out to be watched by you alone, didn't you?"

Only the outcome? Zhao Wujiang was speechless. No matter what the process was, the result seemed to be like this.

He kept backing:

"What do you want?"

"Hmph." Lu Xiaojin snorted lightly:

"Of course you are responsible!"

"Oh." Zhao Wujiang sighed slightly. Sure enough, Lu Xiaojin coveted him, but he still found so many excuses. He shook his head:

"Lu Xiaojin, please respect yourself."

"Go to the disciple, frivolous and frivolous." Lu Xiaojin shouted coldly, and the sickle slashed through the dark arc of light and slashed at Zhao Wujiang with one knife.

Zhao Wujiang took the blade with 100% empty hand and caught the sickle with one palm. The dark mist corroded his soul and sizzled.
Chapter completed!