Xiahou Jia stared at Yan Moxiong with a grievance, and sighed: "Seventy-two ancient lines, with eight forbiddens, my Xiahou's spiritual pearl forbidden, and the demon cloud forbiddens of the Yan clan, are indeed magnificent and full of atmospheres. Unfortunately, only the real direct lineage is qualified to practice the eight forbiddens..."

Meng Fei looked at him and felt that the little kid suddenly felt a little depressed, obviously being impacted by the mental method that Yan Moxiong learned.

However, Yan Moxiong's cultivation is indeed terrifying. His age is not a few years apart from Xiahou Jia, but his cultivation level has left him far apart.

Among them, in addition to Yan Moxiong's qualifications, they are indeed much better than him. There is another reason. However, Yan Moxiong has the ancient bloodline and has obtained the true teachings of the Yan clan...

Although Xiahou Jia is also a child of an ancient family, he does not have ancient bloodlines in his body. Although he has an extremely profound inheritance, he is not comparable to his disciples who have ancient bloodlines.

Xiahou Jia sighed like this, but I am afraid that the inner thoughts of other disciples from the ancient families who do not have ancient bloodlines.

Suddenly, several terrifying auras came out from the Imperial Academy. A long rainbow rose into the sky and entrenched in a group above the Imperial Academy. Another young man stood above the Imperial Academy with silver armor and silver spear, and insisted with Murong Fu and Yan Moxiong, and said:

"It's rare to meet two newcomers in the Northern Ancient Ancients. Dongfang Family - Dongfang Su, can't help but be moved and want to compete with the two brothers!"

"Hokkaido, Fan Zongling, I've seen you all!" Another figure soared into the sky and laughed: "What day is today? There are so many ancient talents that I can't help but make me feel like I'm going to kill them all!"

Somewhere in the Imperial Academy, terrifying Zhou Tianxing power was slowly brewing, as quiet as a volcano, but it gave people a sense of thunderous oppression.

Murong Fu looked at everyone indifferently, glanced downward, as if he could penetrate the world, looked directly at the woman in the room, and smiled indifferently: "It turns out that there are disciples from Dixing Palace present." He gently stretched his body, walked dragons and tigers, and smiled: "We are all young talents, but in my eyes, they are just a bunch of scumbags!"

He chuckled and said proudly: "Let's go together." His voice was light, but it gave people a sense of despicability, as if Yan Moxiong, Fan Zongling and others were simply a bunch of scumbags, and it was not worth his use of them one by one.

His pride is inherent, Yan Moxiong's domineering spirit, the heroic spirit of oriental sculpture, Fan Zongling's cruelty, and Ba Yu's obscurity can't hide his glory.

Yan Moxiong's heart caught fire, leaned on his halberd, and said sternly: "Imperial School prohibits taking off his hands. It is better to go to the Tianbao Sea hundreds of miles away. If the children of the Murong family dare not come, don't come!"

He took the lead and flew towards the Tianbao Sea. Dongfang Su drove the long rainbow and followed closely behind. Fan Zongling laughed and followed, and another ball of starlight rushed out of the Imperial Academy, wrapped in a beautiful figure, and flew away.

"The general has a noble status and the body of the emperor, why should he have the same knowledge as these wild men?" A servant held Longma and whispered to Murong Fu.

Murong Fu smiled faintly and said, "My Murong family is a family of Emperors. How can I make people laugh at me in my hands?" After saying that, he walked towards the Imperial Academy step by step.

His span was extremely large. He fell down with one foot, as if a mountain was stepping on the air, causing the space to tremble violently.

Fire lights rose from behind him, forming a huge three-legged golden crow behind him, spreading its wings and flying high, with its wings for several miles. It was actually composed of pure sun fire, which was brilliant and terrifying, burning the air to make a rumbling explosion!

Changsun Sheng's eyes flashed, and he was extremely excited, and he smiled and said, "These people are definitely the most outstanding masters of the younger generation in the ancient family in recent years. Such a genius duel is rare!" He waved his sleeves and wrapped Changsun Ning'er and others, flew out of the Imperial Academy, and chased Murong Fu and others.

There were definitely not a few people who thought the same way. In the Han imperial capital, a figure soared into the sky, and countless treasure lights flashed in the sky. Many people rushed out by driving birds. Even the casual cultivators who were still setting up stalls would spread a roll and chase them one after another.

Xiahou Jia blinked, took Meng Fei's arm, and laughed and said, "Brother Meng, don't you want to go and have a look?"

Meng Fei said honestly: "Don't go." A joke, leaving the Han imperial capital and losing the protection of the Han Empire, I am afraid that he will be eaten by this little kid immediately, with the belt and bones.

"Go, go!" Xiahou Jia hugged his arm, swayed back and forth, and asked.

"If you don't go, you will die." Meng Fei's heart was as rocky as a rock, without any swaying.

Xiahou Jia pounced on him, like an octopus, using his hands and feet, wrapping him tightly, sticking out his tongue, licking his earlobe, and his voice softly: "Go together, at most... I want me to suck your blood only, not gnaw on your bones..."

Meng Fei looked in a twilight look, letting him hang it on his body, walking forward mechanically, shook his head and said, "I won't go to death if I beat you."

He didn't get in, and Xiahou Jia had no choice but to get off him and said angrily: "Boy, what should I do to go?"

Meng Fei ignored him and looked around. He saw that most of the pedestrians in the Han imperial capital were fewer. Most of them heard that Murong Fu, Yan Moxiong and others competed in the Tianbao Sea, and they all swarmed in. Only a few casual cultivators were left, still setting up stalls on the street, and they looked like they were stroking their arms and fists.

Indeed, Murong Fu, Yan Moxiong, Fan Zongling, and Dongfang Su are the largest forces in the ancient families today. The most outstanding disciples of these families are famous and at the top of the sky. There are also disciples of Zhoutian Star Palace, which are also presented here. Such outstanding young people are rarely seen on weekdays, and even harder to see them take action.

And this time, there is only a battle between these people, and it is difficult for someone to remain unmoved.

Even Meng Fei himself wanted to put his wings on his body and fly over to watch the battle. However, with Xiahou Jia, the little devil, he could only hold back his mind.
Chapter completed!