The roaring air turned into a sword, and a stream of light flashed. The people next to him felt a flash of sight, and then they saw a blood hole on the bumblebee's forehead.

In an instant, the bumblebee fell to the ground without having enough time to say a last word, and died of anger.

"ah……"

At the same time, someone woke up. When they were in the Golden Hall, Qi Xiang's terrible skills were so greedy that they wanted to siege such a master, wouldn't they seek death?

"Swoosh!"

A layer of cold sweat broke out behind a person, and then he turned around and ran away without saying a word.

When one person ran away, a chain reaction occurred. Others also realized that Qi Xiang was not the person they could provoke, and they fled in panic.

In the blink of an eye, the trees fell and the money scattered, and five or six people ran without a trace.

"snort!"

Qi Xiang looked around with contempt and was too lazy to catch up.

After all, Bumblebee is full of evil and deserves to die. As for others who don’t know him, he may not have any sins, so he doesn’t need to be judged.

"Yun Ziyin, Cai Xin, I'm afraid I won't come out so early."

Qi Xiang pondered for a while, found a direction casually, and flew away.

"Half an hour?" He flew around and thought. It should have been a long time since entering the small world. At least five or six days, why did he get out or at night?

Moreover, the Bumblebee said just now that they were beaten up by the Dharma Protector and sent out of the small world, and waited for half an hour before they came out. This time was not right...

You know, it takes at least one or two days to practice in the Spirit Lake.

He can still distinguish between two days and half an hour.

If the Bumblebee didn't lie, then it could only prove one thing.

There is a time difference between the small world and the real world. It is different from the legendary one day in heaven and one year in the earth. It seems that the outside world has only just passed a short time when it has been spent in the small world for a few days.

"It's so good to have such a small world..." Qi Xiang was very envious. If he had practiced in the small world for a hundred and eighty years, wouldn't he be invincible in the world?

Of course, he also knew that this was impossible. Practicing hard can indeed increase your strength. However, it is not advisable to blindly work behind closed doors.

After all, the way of practicing today is completely different from the past. If you don’t learn from the strengths of a hundred schools of thought, you may not know which path is the most suitable for you. Hanging yourself on a tree and getting stuck in a big way, you can’t get it.

Besides, the small world already has a master and can't make any ideas.

The most important thing is that Qi Xiang also discovered that the Tao of the monk was inconsistent with his Tao.

Qi Xiang recalled the scene when he killed the Dharma Protector and met the monk. The monk reached out and devoted his life to his head.

However, at that time, a feeling of incompatibleness, as if water and fire were not integrated, made him directly block the inheritance memory of the monk, leaving only a trace of fire.

That's not my own way...

Qi Xiang knew very well that his path had been fixed, just keep moving forward. If he wanted to accommodate the Tao of the monk, he would destroy his current cultivation level and start over.

He had suffered from the loss of all his cultivation, so he naturally did not want to try this state again.

Besides, he didn't think that the Tao of the monk would be suitable for him.

Three heads and six arms, the life of the ascetic monk is not easy. If the wanderer chants in the small world, he will definitely suffer all his hardships.

After a moment, the dumpling turned into something, something unexpected...

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