A man and a woman were in the pavilion in the rain, and they were talking to each other, and they were so shocked by the other party that they refused to admit defeat.

Several martial saints gathered together, gritted their teeth and gave each other some comfort. Then, they all joined together

oath.

"Never hand over the equipment and materials! Never."

"Equipment is my life, I want my life. I will fight with the one named Zuo." A stout martial saint showed a ferocious look!

"Luo Shuang is nothing. With his ability, he also wants to care about us martial saints." Another cold martial saint showed anger: "If it weren't for the Jinwang, Luo Shuang wouldn't be our opponent at all."

Some others suddenly agreed and despised: "Yes. His surname is Zuo, so what are the abilities? A mere Wuzong relies on a good background and a multi-soul martial saint to support him."

"Who believes this nonsense? I really treat us as idiots." The crowd was in a turbulent situation.

Defeat Ji Tong? Whoever believes in this nonsense is a fool. It must be supported by several multi-soul martial saints, and it must be that Ji Tong and the Zuo person were involved in the same situation.

Wu Zong defeated the Martial Saint, or the Martial Saint who practiced the five souls. Dogs don’t believe it. It would be a waste of effort to fool us Martial Saints.

Ji Tong has the strength of being the first in the korea area, but he does not have the title of being the first. Because of his low-key and his equipment.

Ji Tong is a five-soul Martial Saint, and if there is no equipment factor, he will definitely be the strongest person in the Yangtze River Delta region.

Such a strong person is not defeated by a Wuzong.

Of course, being this thinker would not know the "small mountain moving technique" of that day, the small magical power, and the great relationship. Since the Martial Saint present on that day had returned to his heart, of course he would not let go of the 10,000 move to the super saint, that would be a disaster.

Hei Tian is the second inheritance to be taken and annexed. The scene witnessed and described by the Hei Tian people. There are not too many people who believe in it. Even if they believe, they are mostly half-believing and half-doubting.

The world is so big that there are many people who are not dead until the Yellow River. In addition, the Martial Saint is arrogant and many things will always evolve like this.

Several martial saints are not ordinary venting their resentment!

Gathered together, finished venting, and soon discussed their major events again!

"This Zuo surname must be a fool who is not a worldly fool. If you want to take our equipment and even dare to issue such orders, you will be self-destructive."

As powerful as the alliance of gods and saints, if you dare to issue this order, within a month, the two major super alliances will fall apart.

No alliance has dared to issue such a crazy order in the past dynasties, because it must be the road to self-destruction.

"The Fighting Alliance. I think it is the Fighting Alliance. An alliance that has been established for less than three months and is overwhelmed by a ridiculous boy as stupid as a pig."

Someone was gloating and prepared to see a good show.

The Martial Saint didn't believe in this evil anymore. Zuo Wuzhou dared to extend the evil hand to the Martial Saint, so he was not afraid that the Martial Arts Alliance would fall immediately. Most Martial Saints thought so, and they didn't want to make friends, nor did they want to make friends.

But a few martial saints are plotting!

In a certain Martial Saint's house, the Martial Saint was cold: "It is easy to connect the various Martial Saints."

"At present, basically everyone except the Martial Saint of Hei Tian has agreed. If the Zuo surnamed really dares to be tough, let's go and see how long this fighting battle can last."

A young man with a gentle and white face reminded: "Zuo Wuzhou is around you, and you might as well try to contact those martial saints sent by the guards."

The cold martial saint frowned: "That person surnamed Zuo; he doesn't show up in the house all day long, and those martial saints are inseparable from him, so it's hard to get in touch with him." He smiled again: "But fortunately, I tried to contact one today, and the other party expressed that he wanted to consider it.

"What does Wen Wusheng say? His good leader, his career was taken away, and he was overwhelmed by the Mi surname. He must be full of resentment and is now available."

"If you can win over the martial saint of Wen, you can control the more than 20 camps of martial emperors." The young man Baizhe held the teacup, which was elegant, but was vicious.

All the Wu Yu in the Fighting Martial Arts Alliance are organized into the military camp and will be transferred only after they have made meritorious services. If they are controlled by Wu Yu in the Twenty-sixth Battalion, they will control the basic power of the Fighting Martial Arts Alliance.

"Wen Wusheng thought about it, and today he told the truth. He agreed." The cold Martial Saint smiled: "More than 10,000 Wu Yu. Hang can drown these guys. So what if the souled Martial Saint?"

Bai Zhe Qing stretched: "Very good. If you can do this well and take over the foundation of fighting martial arts, my Saints Alliance will never be stingy with the position of deputy leader."

The young man smiled fiercely: "He's the surname Zuo, and he dared to kill my wife. It's not in vain that I'm following you from Dai Zhen thousands of miles away. If this matter is done, I will definitely avenge Feng'er."

The spring rain is like silk, soaking people's hearts and spleens.

Mi Wusheng looked at the person in front of him, but felt like he fell into an ice cave.

The person in front of Mi Wusheng was a Wuzong. To be precise, he was one of the eighteen Wuzong camps he ruled.

"Sage Mi Wu, think clearly. The left man gave a stupid order as a pig and handed over the equipment. Are you willing to hand over the Mi Wu Saint?" The Wu Zong sneered.

This is the first time that Wuzong has seen such a stupid order. It is like ordering the Martial Saint to commit suicide.

The Martial Saint Mi said nothing, and the Wuzong smiled and said, "The one who is surnamed Zuo is angry with dozens of martial saints. Even if the one with the support of a few souled martial saints, they will never escape death. The battle will definitely be over. Instead of accompanying the one with surnamed Zuo, the Martial Saint Mi should know a better choice."

"What choice?" Mi Wusheng calmed down.

"You will personally lead the leader by taking over the martial arts foundation." Wu Zong said viciously.

"What are you worth?" said that you looked at the Martial Saint coldly and said that if the crying guy was a little more tender, he would kill someone.

"Of course I don't have the qualifications. There are other people who are qualified. I just don't know if Mi Wusheng dares to meet that person with me, not far away."

When they rushed over, they saw the thorny martial saint, Mi Wusheng was secretly shocked: "It turns out to be Xiong Wusheng from Bashan!"

"It's me, it seems that Saint Mi Wu didn't expect it." Saint Xiong Wu was indeed as burly as a bear. He laughed: "I didn't expect that Hei Tian and the Spear would be gone in just a few months. If it were a fight for martial arts, it would be a rise."

Xiong Wusheng was covered in black hair, like a bear, laughing loudly: "When I knew, I was so scared. I thought, what is this fighting force?"

"When I come and see, this fighting battle is really a thing. There are more than 60 martial saints, and it is said that there are five multi-soul martial saints. It's so much."

Mi Wusheng swallowed: "When did you know?"

Distance and distance are a big problem. In normal times, this message often takes some time to pass on. The vast territory has this disadvantage.

Of course, even the God Alliance may not be able to produce the method of communicating treasures such as "Guangxin Shuo".

It is a bit unexpected that Xiong Wusheng from Bashan can get the news so quickly. As for the news, it is not difficult. The martial arts alliance is so dynamic that it can be swept all the way, so how can it be hidden?

There is an undercover agent in fighting martial arts. It is not something that surprised Mi Wusheng. As for the Hundred Battles Alliance, it is really far away and probably can't react.

Xiong Wusheng seemed to be a rough man, so he laughed: "Brother Mi, there is no need to ask more questions. In short, this martial arts alliance is too much. I will be very uneasy in Bashan."

"My surname is Xiong is not afraid of admitting it. More than 60 years of soul martial saints and five soul martial saints are enough to unify the Yangtze River Delta."

"If this mess has not happened, you call me. We may have to resist and have the only way to escape or surrender." Xiong Wusheng looked angry: "But this is the Yangtze River Delta, why is he an outsider?"

"Brother Mi. You have controlled the Wuzong camp. Taking advantage of the chaos, you can simply rebel against him.

"Xiong Wusheng patted him: "I, Bashan, don't have the ability to swallow this place. If you are your leader, we will support you."

Mi Wusheng swallowed again, and his voice was very loud: "I, I want to think about it!"

The Mi Wusheng suddenly felt hot for a moment, not sure whether it was the hot early summer or the hot heart.

The spring rain is lingering and smug, and it is like a lover to make people ecstatic.

The spring rain is endless, as if it is about to wash away countless sins and conspiracies hidden in the night.

Under the rain, the pavilion was a little hazy. The grass poked Wuxi and tried to move her chin: "Look, does my uncle fall in love with that Ji Tong?"

"Even Is not worthy of my uncle. Xiaocao looked at it and made this evaluation.

Wuxi held his mouth up and was in a daze. After a while, his expression was full of uncertainty: "Don't it? Second brother seems to never care about these."

Thinking of it, Wuxi Huyou was a little depressed: "I don't know what my second brother thinks, I never know. In the past, I was very close to me."

"Now don't kiss anymore? Xiaocao is very jealous. She can't imagine what it would be like to be more kissed than she is now.

"It's not that, yes, I can't explain it. It's just a different kiss." Wuxi couldn't describe it. He threw the book down the ground in anger and muttered: "Anyway, it's just a different kiss!"

"Just, my second brother used to be very shallow, like a glass of water, you can see the bottom at a glance. Now it's too deep. It's like a big river, you can't see it, you can't see it," Wuxi was discouraged: "I know my second brother loves me as before, but it's different."

Wuxi didn't know whether the second brother's changes were good or bad, but she just felt that this kind of kinship was different from the kind of kinship that used to be.

"Ben Wuxi, you used to be an adult now. Of course it is different. Xiaocao is very smart and figured it out. He leaned over and whispered, "You haven't told your uncle about it yet, just like the secrets of our girls!"

"That's right." Wuxi blushed and had a fight with Xiaocao. He was in a daze and suddenly asked, "Do you think the second brother likes her?"

"What should I do with Sister Junwang?"

There was a lot of fun chatting in the pavilion.

Ji Tong's beautiful eyes love Yiyi, like the beautiful contact lenses in the dark, releasing colorful tides: "It turns out that you, Beidou Xiaohan, all came from another real soul world."

"I didn't expect that you had the "time and space road mark. I didn't expect that it took you more than ten years to arrive here. It was not easy."

Ji Tong's beautiful eyes were connected. He seemed very smart: "Dao Biao Star Map" thought it was related to "Dao Biao. Time and Space. It was related to your return."

Zuo Wuzhou's jaw head. Ji Tong's sudden words really alarmed Zuo Wuzhou.

After exploring each other, Zuo Wuzhou simply recognized the origin and told him straightforwardly. He had more than ten years of traveling through the broken space.

Ji Tong didn't hide it, just telling her origin.

"At first, I said that you were like us. You came from another real soul world. It turned out that you were born and raised." Zuo Wuzhou was silent.

"I don't have such great skills to reach another realm from one realm of true soul." Ji Tong smiled brilliantly: "But I have a master who has been separated by countless generations, tens of thousands or even more years."

Ji Tong is a native, but she is very lucky. She didn't know what kind of treasure she had taken when she was young, which led to excellent roots and bones. She practiced the Five Elements Soul without any stagnation. She didn't even have the soul orifice that was on the rise.

It is precisely because Ji Tong has the soul of the Five Elements. Zuo Wuyue heard about his past and suddenly had a thought in his heart: "It seems that there are really people with great luck in this world."

Among the historical records of my hometown, the youngest record of becoming the Martial Saint was 150 years old. It was Dan and Lunby who took advantage of the slander and went to Zuo Wuzhou to believe. Now he believes in it.

Although he had swallowed a mysterious treasure, Ji Tong undoubtedly had the talent for cultivation. He also had a good master who left countless treasures for her to cultivate, so that Ji Tong could become a Martial Saint at the age of only 220.

"I can't match my age." Zuo Wuzhou thought about this and secretly wondered: "She claimed to be three hundred years old. But actually calculated that it should be between three hundred and three hundred and five.
To be continued...