Xiuxian exchange system

When he just got out of Abyss Island, two rays of light flew from the side.

It turned out to be Liu Xueqiu and Qianyao.

With a sweep of Lai Wuhen's spiritual sense, Qianyao's body also has a trace of innate evil spirit.

"Xueqiu, Qianyao, why are you here?" Lai Wuhen said, winking at Qianyao.

Qian Yao just shook her head slightly, and Lai Wuhen understood what she meant, her innate evil spirit should be a disguise.

"I'm just sending Qianyao here. I have other things to do, so I won't be with you." Liu Xueqiu said, ignoring the others at all, and fled away with a flash of light on her body.

The ten Abyss Guards were very doubtful that Lai Wuhen could be called the same generation as Liu Xueqiu, and the doubts in their hearts became even greater.

"Let's go." Lai Wuhen didn't think about analyzing anything.

Along the way, I met many teams of monks. Once I sensed that this place was full of monks at the golden core stage, none of the teams dared to ask anything.

There were even two Nascent Soul stage monks who didn't ask a word after the Abyss Guards showed their identity tokens of Abyss Pavilion.

After flying all the way for a whole month, they landed on a huge island called Chaotic Reef Island.

Luanjiao Island has gathered more than a million monster monks, most of whom are in the Qi refining stage.

There were also more than [-] monks in the Nascent Soul stage, and one of them was a monk in the late Nascent Soul stage. Lai Wuhen met him in the Abyss Pavilion.

Although it was the first time for Lai Wuhen to show his face among so many monster monks, his status as a disciple of Gongdeyou had spread throughout the monster tribe.

All kinds of eyes cast on him, some envious, some jealous, and even murderous.

Lai Wuhen didn't care, and followed Abyss Guard's group into the camp of monks in the Nascent Soul Stage.

But I saw those Nascent Soul stage monks seemed to be worrying about something. There were more than 100 Golden Core stage monks around them, and all of them had ugly faces.

Seeing Lai Wuhen and the Abyss Guards coming in, the Nascent Soul Stage monks nodded to them, and continued to discuss the matters discussed just now.

The Jindanqi cultivator showed envious eyes at the same time, giving way to the Abyss Guards.

Although the abyss guards have special identities, they are still at the Jindan stage after all, so they can only stand aside and listen to the discussions of the monks at the Nascent Soul stage.

Lai Wuhen and Qian Yao didn't care, they stood aside and stopped talking.

"Is that human kid really that strong?" a Nascent Soul cultivator asked.

"What do you think? He has already beheaded three juniors in my clan one after another, and I don't know what you usually do for food." A Nascent Soul cultivator said, looking at the Jin Danqi around him. Sweeping, his eyes were full of disdain.

"Who else is willing to fight?" Another Nascent Soul cultivator stared at Lai Wuhen intentionally or unintentionally.

A group of Jindan stage monks looked at each other, but no one came out to answer.

Although Lai Wuhen didn't know the specifics, he could imagine what happened just by using his toes.

Mostly it was a war with the human race, losing three Golden Core stage monks one after another, and then no one dared to fight anymore.

This kind of mutual testing before the start of a full-scale war is also a common occurrence in monk wars.

Lai Wuhen wouldn't be too surprised, and since the other party came out of the golden core stage monks, he couldn't send out the Nascent Soul stage monks either.

Doing that will not only fail to improve morale, but it will make people feel inferior to others.

Among monks, only monks with outstanding combat power at the same level can attract the respect of other monks.

Lai Wuhen didn't need to figure out what happened. Since his mission was to kill the Jindan stage monks, this kind of battle without worrying about being targeted by the Nascent Soul stage monks was perfect for him.

"I'll go."

As soon as his words came out, everyone's eyes were on him.

What are you kidding?With a mere Jindan early stage cultivation, is it possible that Gong Deyou is blind, so he accepts this kind of waste as a disciple?
Many people had this thought in their hearts at the same time, but they cursed themselves for being reckless. Fortunately, it was just an idea. If they really said it, they would be wiped out by others on the spot, and they would take credit for Gong Deyou.

Those Nascent Soul stage monks frowned, they didn't doubt Gong Deyou's eyes very much, but if his disciples were beheaded as soon as they came, it would be hard to wait for them to go back.

Yuan Manjing, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, glanced at Lai Wuhen and said lightly, "The other party is a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, or a direct disciple of Yang Hongwen, are you sure?"

He actually has something to do with Yang Hongwen. There is a big gap between his strength and Yang Hongwen's now, but he doesn't pay attention to the golden core stage monks.

Originally it was for a mission, but now there is another reason for beheading, Lai Wuhen immediately bowed to Yuan Manjing: "If I take a step back, I would rather drown in the sea than come back here."

As soon as these words came out, many monks looked like they were waiting for a good show.

Although monks are cunning in order to survive, a person's reputation often affects a person's Taoism.

A Jindan stage monk stood up and expressed his willingness to take Lai Wuhen out, and Qian Yao followed behind him.

All Jindan stage monks, including Abyss Guard, also followed out.

Half of the Nascent Soul stage monks couldn't sit still and followed behind.

In the end, only a few people were still in the camp.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, what do you think of Brother Gongde's acceptance of this disciple? If something really happens, I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain it." A Yuanyingqi cultivator asked.

"I think you'll know the result if you go and have a look. If there is any accident, he chose it himself. Even Brother Gongde won't blame us." Yuan Manjing said in a calm tone.

"Even if there is something extraordinary, if the cultivation base is always there, I am afraid that he will be a proud and arrogant person, which will damage the prestige of my monster clan." Another monk of the Nascent Soul stage said coldly.

"I'll go out and watch the fun too. Sitting here all the time will hurt my back." Naturally, the Nascent Soul cultivator's waist is impossible to sit on. This person's joke made the atmosphere in the camp somewhat tense. It eased up a lot.

Lai Wuhen's large group of monks escaped for more than a hundred miles before landing on a small bare rocky island.

In the center of the island is a hundred-foot wide arena. In the center of the arena sits cross-legged a handsome young man, dressed like a scholar, with a folding fan in his hand. He looks like a scholar.

Lai Wuhen just glanced at him, as if seeing Yang Hongwen's shadow, his eyes were full of fierceness.

On the other side of the island, there were also six Nascent Soul stage monks and over fifty Golden Core stage monks among the human race monks. When they saw so many monks from the Yao race race coming at once, their eyes were fixed at the same time.