Fantasy: Inherited in the same vein, the master fights with domineering power

Zhongshan Akun puffed out his chest.

Majestic and arrogant.

Since Xu Anshan bestowed the best spiritual root, it has practiced even harder, and it seems to have become the overlord of Wanjian Zongkun.

Wherever he went, Zhu Kun surrendered!

Ah Kun is definitely not an ungrateful person. He knows that Xu Anshan gave him all these things. What he can do is to manage the Kunzis of Wanjianzong properly. When Xu Anshan needs Kunzis, he will offer him the most delicious meat. Spiced Chicken.

He never expected that there would be a time when he would be required to fight.

After thinking about it, Ah Kun understood.

He can follow along with the half-step bone tempering.

"Are you humiliating me?"

Lanyin Ah San clenched her fists tightly and pointed at Zhongshan Akun.

"You made me fight a chicken!!!"

"You may not even be able to beat this." Xu Anshan leaned against the seat, and Jiang Baihui and Xue Mingyue immediately came to Xu Anshan's side to massage him, "Hurry up, don't you want a duel? The challenge is the way of the challenge."

"What do you mean?"

"Is your head an ornament?"

Zhongshan Akun raised his head proudly with his wings flapping his chest.

"First fight with you Brother Kun, and if you win, fight with my boss Xu's apprentice, then fight with my boss Xu's master, and then fight with my boss Xu's master—"

"Then when can I fight Xu Anshan!" Lan Yin Ah San frowned.

"Humph~"

Zhongshan Akun gave him a disgusted look.

"Don't be so lofty, you beat your brother Kun first, then talk about it, half a step to the bone quenching state, your brother Kun is too lazy to play with you, a slap in the face."

Lanyin Ah San clenched her fists tightly.

Especially when he saw Xue Mingyue's white and tender little hands on Xu Anshan's thigh, he was even more furious.

"Okay, then I'll deal with you first, Lanyintang—"

Bang~!

Lan Yin Ah San didn't even finish his sentence when he was sent flying out by the spandrel of Zhong Shan A Kun.

"Trash~!"

Zhongshan Akun patted his chicken shoulder, and shook his middle parted head.

"Boss, get it done!"

There was a smile in Xu Anshan's eyes: "Sure, what kind of move did you use just now, I haven't seen you use it before."

"This is created by my feelings in the past few days. Ah Kun loves to play."

"Don't poke, don't poke~"

Xu Anshan patted him on the shoulder.

"Let's go back."

"Order!"

Zhongshan Akun left arrogantly. When he was about to leave, he saw Lanyin Ahsan, whose head was stuck in the soil, and hadn't forgotten to kick his feet. Then he shook his middle part and turned into a ray of crimson light. deep mountains.

"Extreme Spiritual Root!!!"

Everyone on the peak gasped when they saw the ray of fire.

Does a chicken actually have the best spiritual root?

To say that the most desperate among these people is the Peak Master of Qingshan Mountain, but he uses a middle-grade spiritual root, but look at the eight-spiced chicken on the top of Xu Anshan.

All the best ones are used!

Is he not as good as a chicken?

Standing by the side of the sect leader, Peak Master Qingshan felt dejected. Lanyin Ah San, whose head was pierced into the ground by Zhongshan Akun's "Akun loves to play ball", pulled out his head with both hands struggling to support the ground.

impossible!

How could he, the majestic prince of the Blue Silver Dynasty, be defeated by a chicken! ! !

"I don't agree!!!"

Lan Yin Ah San turned her head up and screamed, her eyes were full of anger.

"Sneak attack, the eight-spiced chicken just now made a sneak attack, if he asked me to use the blue silver coil, he would definitely lose, you Wushifeng can only do this kind of sneak attack?!!!"

The few people who came with Lanyin Ah San couldn't help but touch their foreheads.

My lord, please stop talking.

You can't beat a chicken in Wushifeng, who else do you want to beat! ! !

"You don't agree?"

Xu Anshan glanced at him indifferently.

"Dissatisfied!"

"Okay, I will give you a chance for a resurrection match, Mingyue."

"The disciple is here."

"Go and slap him, and tell him who your master is!"

"Order!"

Xue Mingyue took two steps forward with her delicate chin up, Lanyin Ah San squinted her eyes.

"Xue Mingyue, you—"

Swish~!

Xue Mingyue suddenly appeared in front of Lanyin Ah San like a ray of afterimage swept by the howling wind, holding a pair of black rubber shoes from nowhere in his hand, and swung the sole of the shoe to Lan Yin Ah San's face.

Lanyin Ah San turned into a spinning top and danced gracefully in Wushi Peak.

"Hmph, you still stretched out your face for me to hit, you don't think I will reward you with my hand, do you?" Xue Mingyue raised her chin, "You still want to have physical contact with me, I belong to my master of!!!"

"Remember, Master Xu Anshan!"

Xue Mingyue arched her little hands, threw the black rubber shoes on the ground and proudly returned to Xu Anshan's side, and then pressed her little hands on Xu Anshan's legs.

"Master, the disciple didn't touch him, I beat him with the sole of my shoe."

"Well done, so good." Xu Anshan rubbed Xue Mingyue's head, and Xue Mingyue also enjoyed it, his smiling eyes bent into crescents.

The people in the peak were suffocating again.

Holy Root!

After Zhongshan Akun's top-grade spiritual root, the second person who shot was actually a genius who possessed the holy-grade wind spirit root.

"Yuck~"

Lanyin Ah San who was spinning in circles finally stopped, knelt on the ground and retched.

This slap made him spin around.

but--

"I don't accept it!!!" Lan Yin Ah San, who was kneeling on the ground, clenched her fists tightly, "Xue Mingyue is my unmarried concubine, I can't bear to do anything to her, Xu Anshan, you bastard—"

Kacha~!

Under the clear sky, thunder came to the world.

Jiang Baihui frowned slightly.

"Talk bad things about my master, I'll kill you!"

Accompanying cultivators: "..."

St. Leilingen.

What kind of monster place is this Wushi Peak? The chickens raised in the peak are top-grade spiritual roots, and the disciples in the peak are all holy-grade spiritual roots. Is this still alive?

A peak master who can have such an apprentice, such a spiritual bird.

How can you be an idle person!

Inexplicably, all the monks touched their pockets, and suddenly felt that these spirit stones were a bit hot to earn. You must know that Wushifeng is so outrageous, they said they didn't bring anything.

"Master Xu Feng, I'll wait—"

All the cultivators accompanying him handed over their hands in panic, they didn't want to get into such a catastrophe just because they earned some Lingshi.

"I don't agree!!!"

All of a sudden, the Lanyin Ah San, who was smacked with smoke all over his body and was spraying black air from his mouth, stood up tenaciously again.

"You're not convinced, you've gained a little bit of toughness, right?" Xu Anshan suddenly stood up from his seat, walked a few steps to Lan Yin Ah San, and held Lan Yin Ah San by the collar.

Lanyin Ah San raised her head proudly, and Xu Anshan volleyed towards his ass.

“I will be back!!!”

"Crap, Blue Silver Dynasty, isn't it?" Xu Anshan pinched his waist with his hands, and the headmaster ran forward to comfort him, "Little Junior Brother, calm down, Blue Silver Dynasty—"

"No need to say more!"

shhhhh~

Several spirit cranes flew out from Xu Anshan's hands, and seeing this scene, the sect master couldn't help but support his forehead.

Tell me, why did you provoke Xu Anshan?

The accompanying monks were silent and did not dare to speak out. Xu Anshan released the spirit cranes and fixed his eyes on them. Suddenly, all the monks felt their hearts tighten.

"Nothing Peak Master, we..."

"What are you still doing here, waiting for me to take care of your dinner?" Xu Anshan frowned, and all the monks panicked and wanted to leave, but Xu Anshan suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the white-browed monk, "You, stay Down."

"The Lord of Nothing -"

"Old Qingshan, did Lao Deng scold you just now, go and slap him, and then tell him who you are!"

When Wushifeng was in trouble, Liu Qingshan was the first to arrive.

Resentment is resentment.

If it wasn't for Xue Mingyue, he wouldn't have been humiliated like that.

Xu Anshan should find face for him.

Standing beside the sect leader, Peak Master Qingshan's eyes were full of disbelief. He stared at Xu Anshan for a long time in a daze, and the remorse in his heart surged like a tide.

The sect leader still gave him a look with a smile, and the peak master Qingshan gritted his teeth and stepped forward.

He slapped it out.

The white-browed cultivator blushed furiously, while the peak master of Qingshan also stared and gritted his teeth and cupped his hands.

"My lord Liu Qingshan!"

"Wan Jianzong, the master of Qingshan Peak."

"Respect master—brother, Xu Anshan!"