The twelve refining kings happened to use their signature martial arts and magic, and greeted the man who could only wear the Burning Sky Suit but was extremely pretending. Suddenly, a strong wind-attribute energy bounced them away.
In his vision, the man with a pretty face had sharp eyes as sharp as a knife. A dark blue gust of wind in his hand slowly lifted up. At his feet, it was a blue storm with a whirlwind. He bent his bow and arrows. When they saw the nine gust of wind arrows shining with cold light on the transparent bowstring, a heart suddenly trembled violently.
The wind-attribute energy that rushed towards them forced them to open their eyes. At this moment, the twelve people began to urge their physical training power to resist. The magic refining kings supported the oval holy king shield, and the martial refining kings activated their physical protection skills and the Vajra cover.
The strong wind blew, bent the trees on the island, and a lot of vegetation was raised from the ground and threw it into the clear lake. Behind the little prince saw Guo Lin's appearance, his eyes immediately shining. Why hadn't he ever thought that the storm arrow could be used like this?
Guo Lin's hand released the arrow's tail, and the nine arrows separated from the string were divided into nine routes, as if they had eyes, shooting at nine out of the twelve people. It was extremely accurate and difficult to resist. The sharp arrows rubbed against the air and made a sound of "cool..." breaking through the air.
It was too fast, and the power of the middle level of soul refining was not something these refining kings could withstand. The fright was transmitted along the nerve arc, and just half of it, and nine blood flowers immediately bloomed on their bodies.
"Puff...bang!"
The storm arrow penetrated the chests of the nine kings of refining, who could not bear the soul-refining energy and exploded like a watermelon... The nine kings of refining died instantly.
"scare……"
Not to mention the remaining three refining kings, even the little prince and Feng Zhongxiao widened their eyes. This kind of overbearing attack that easily kills the refining king is so shocking.
Among the nine people, there was a big man who spoke rudely to Guo Lin.
"thump."
"thump."
"thump."
The remaining three people all knelt down. The nine dead were the same as themselves, at the level of the King of Refining, but they were still killed by their opponents in an instant. Although they were all the first-level King of Refining, they were all the King of Refining. Although the strength of the first-level King of Refining is nothing among first-class sects. In Penglai Pavilion, they can be considered as outer disciples at most. However, among the second-level and third-level sects, they are the targets of training.
Thinking back to the past, the refining kings who were killed by Guo Lin in the Magic Forest of the North Underworld Illusion Domain were all the masters of the seven-degree space and the deputy masters.
They recognized Guo Lin's weapon as the Bow of Wind, so there was only one explanation. That is, this man's strength far surpasses the initial level of the King of Refining. Is it a higher level of the King of Refining or a higher soul refining?
It could not be a soul refining. If he had been a soul refining, he would have entered Penglai Pavilion long ago. The three of them thought to themselves.
Retrieving the arrow of the wind, Guo Lin put nine sharp arrows on the thin string of the spider silk and said lightly: "What are you doing when you kneel down? Didn't you say you want to destroy my meridians and steal my women?"
“No, no.”
The three of them shook their heads in a hurry, pointing to the man who turned into a corpse and said, "It's him who wants to kill you, it's him who wants to destroy your meridians. We didn't say anything. Let me go, I don't want to die, I also want to go to Penglai Pavilion. I shouldn't have listened to Wu Xiande's killing you."
Guo Lin said coldly: "Who is Wu Xiande?"
"He is the young master of the Tiger Claw Sect."
As they spoke, two men wrapped in earth armor suddenly rushed out of the bushes behind them, waved their hand and killed one person together.
The man who spoke was caught off guard and had no time to dodge, so he was cut off his head.
The companion who was still talking just now turned into a cold corpse. The other two kneeling on the side were shocked. They could not beat the man in black robe in front of them and betrayed Wu Xiande, and there was no place for them to stand. Even if they were lucky enough to enter Penglai Pavilion, life would be worse than death. They immediately crushed the jade slip in the space, turned into a white light, and ran away "swishly".
The shrub was stretched open, and the man with a bun on his hair stood up, walked out in a leisurely manner. "Crazy, Crazy" followed dozens of people. At the same time, on the way down the mountain, there were more than a hundred people coming, holding swords, guns, swords and axes, with varying strength.
Not until this was over. Nearly thirty people came to the shore behind Guo Lin and the six others. The leader was Xian Hai, who was skinny and bone-skinned. Behind Xian Hai was Jin Luan, who always followed half a step behind him.
He was actually surrounded, and then looked at the sky on the island. Except for the nearly 200 people crowded together on the shore of his own, it was difficult to see people in other places.
Although Fluo was also shocked by the strength shown by Guo Lin. However, so many people came at once, and seemed to be targeting him and others, he was very scared. There were more than 200 people. Even if he was powerful, he could not stop two hundred people. But Fluo did not regret following them at all. Even if she couldn't enter Penglai Pavilion, she hoped to be with them.
Jin Luan was neither sad nor happy. She glanced at Guo Lin and the other six people in a faint way before speaking in a low voice. Xianhai said, "There are few, there are two hundred people here, but there are only thirty people who can enter Penglai Pavilion..."
Xian Hai waved his hand and said disapprovingly: "Not hindrance, following me, I'm not a piece of cake to enter Penglai Pavilion? Look at me." But he had another conspiracy in his heart.
He stood up and whispered to the person over there: "I am Xianhai, the young master of Mag Sect, and the young master of Wu of Tiger Claw Sect there."
Wu Xiande knew that the person who came was Xianhai, and his skinny appearance was too eye-catching. He said, "That's right, it's me. The few sect leaders, don't be fine."
These two groups of people turned out to know each other.
"Third Brother..." He Yixiang frowned slightly and approached Guo Lin and said worriedly, "There are so many of them."
The little prince and Feng Zhongxiao couldn't help but approach Guo Lin. They all saw that these people were targeting them and others. There were 200 people, of which there were as many as fifty people who were not as strong as themselves. The remaining ones also had the lowest level of spiritual refining.
Of course, this is normal. Survival of the fittest, and one thousand people have fought until now, and the rest must be elites.
Xian Hai glanced at Guo Lin and others standing in the middle with contempt, showing desire, and stayed on Bai Bing and He Yixiang for a long time before saying, "Young Master Wu, how do you plan to allocate these thirty places?"
Wu Xiande said: "These people just now had to go to ten places, but now we only have twenty places left."
Xian Hai was stunned, "Who is Mr. Wu talking about? How dare you ask for ten places?"
Xianhai's words hit Wu Xiande's strings, and his face immediately looked a little ugly. "Who else, from Jinxingmen and Qianfangwu, a total of ten people, are going to go to ten places."
"Jinxing Gate, Qianfangwu?" Xian Hai's expression changed slightly when he heard this, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, only ten of those people came. If thirty of them came, wouldn't he even be excluded?
Guo Lin patted the shoulder of the girl who was trembling and asked, "Flu, do you know the Venus Gate and Qianfangwu?" His palm seemed to have magic power, and Flu, who was very nervous, felt a little relieved. She said, "Well, Brother Guo, I know. They are all affiliated sects of Zhaixing Pavilion."
Zhaixing Pavilion? Guo Lin remembered that the master said that one of the seven people who betrayed him back then, one of whom was named Yan Xinghun was from Zhaixing Pavilion. Therefore, he had no good impression of Zhaixing Pavilion. He nodded slightly, indicating that he had a clear idea in his heart.
Zhaixing Pavilion is one of the eight pavilions and is the first-class strength of Zhongzhou. Their affiliated sects are not much worse than that. It should be no problem to be firmly ranked second-rate. No wonder these two playboys with nostrils facing the sky are so afraid of them.
But I don’t want to bother myself if I hate the house and Wu, Jinxingmen and Qianfangwu don’t come to disturb me. If they come, Guo Lin will kick them out one by one without hesitation.
When Jin Luan heard about Jinxingmen and Qianfangwu, she secretly regretted it. If the disciples of the two sects had known that they had also come to Penglai Pavilion and would have cursed them. Then it would be a sure thing to enter Penglai Pavilion now, so why should I be so worried?
"It's good, Mr. Wu. My Mag Sect is also a prestigious sect in Zhongzhou. Today I will ask you for six...five places. Can it be?"
"Five? Few few, why aren't six? Which five?" Jin Luan asked in panic. Few few people here have thirty people. But most of them are just like him and they come to visit Penglai Pavilion.
In addition to these, there are indeed only five people from Magmen, including Xian Hai. He will not destroy the bridges when crossing the river at this time, right?
Xian Hai smiled and said, "Of course, there are five of us in Magmen."
Jin Luan's body trembled and said, "Self-seven, haven't you said you would take me into Penglai Pavilion?"
"Hmph, Master, I've changed my mind. You're so ugly, Master is not interested in you." He turned his head and saw Fulu hiding behind Guo Lin, frowned slightly, and then changed into a serious look. "Miss Flu, as long as you are willing to join me, I will ask for a place from Mr. Wu."
Jin Luan took a few steps back in disbelief, tripped by the stone, and sat down. In an instant, her heart was ashamed. She was abandoned like this. At this moment, she hated her own Xianhai. Not only her, but the people behind Xianhai stared at Xianhai's back who felt good about herself, but she dared not speak out.
Fro immediately shook his head and said, "I...I don't want it."
Seeing Jin Luan's despair, Guo Lin smiled. Standing in the queue is very important, and his vision is also very important. He is such a pathetic woman.
The young master smiled and said, "Young young are really sympathetic. Don't worry, I will keep the quota for these three beauties. In addition, I only have six places for the tiger claw gate. There are still six places left, so let's leave it for friends who respect Wu and come along. Whoever kills one of the three men, I, Wu, will give him two places."