Rebirth Star Giant Mosquito

Seeing Taoist actions, who was the person who slapped himself just now?

But at the same time, the elder's heart suddenly sank.

What a fast speed.

His own dignified first-class master, he didn't even see the opponent's movements clearly, just how sacred this person is.

"You actually hurt me automatically. If you really do, the evil cultivators are moody, fellow fellows, please take a shot together to get rid of this big demon."

He growled.

But the people around were all under the shocking speed of Taoist priests at this moment, and no one reacted.

In other words, even if someone reacts, they go up to the siege so fast, instigate a first-class master, can still retreat from the whole body, and fight a master that the first-class master does not even have the power to fight back?

Their brains are not stupid.

"This slap is a small punishment. You humiliate the Dao for no reason, and the poor Dao has a reason to punish you."

Jia Yan didn't move at all, and whispered: "You said that those who cultivate the blood evil spirits are evil spirits. I will let you see what the real blood evil cultivation road looks like."

Hum.

Jia Yan didn't show the slightest ferocious attitude, and even shot this person to discipline him, but it just gave people a strong sense of being official.

It seemed that Jia Yan wouldn't look at him more if he didn't mess around.

As Taoist Jia Yan finished speaking, his body surface bloomed with blood red, a horrible **** smell that belonged only to the peak power of evil Dao evil spirit cultivation, and went straight to the sky.

"Such a demon?"

"How many people have to kill to do it?"

"Damn it, the seven masters on the scene joined forces, and I don't know if they can win him."

In an instant, everyone was like a frightened bird, and one after another burst of surprises.

But Jia Yan seemed to be unaware, and when he stunned the audience, he suddenly condensed, and the blood all over his body returned to his body without any hindrance.

This time, it was retracted and retracted freely, as if the evil spirits bloomed just now, it was not him.

"you…"

The elder-level master who was insulting to Jia Yanxing's expression suddenly changed, a little dumbfounded, and a little bit depressed.

"How, do you understand?"

Jia Yan actually asked someone else to scratch their heads.

"Understood, Your Excellency's means, I admire the sky thoroughly." The man bowed and bowed straight away. There was a wry smile on his face.

"After all, you are for the sake of the people of Li people. I will spare your life. From now on, go back to your sect and practice hard. If you let this Dao hear the news of your walking in the rivers and lakes, you will not be cut off. Rao."

"Yes."

The man gritted his teeth, then looked back at the head of his family in the Chamber of Debate, reluctantly bowed down, and then took his young talented apprentice directly into the sky and swept towards the direction of his family.

"Master, what is going on?"

Wang Meier on the sidelines watched for a long time, and couldn't figure out what was going on.

When she asked about this, others immediately praised her, because what she asked was what countless witnesses wanted to ask.

Jia Yan has received the attention of all the people, but there is no sense of tension, and there seems to be no emotional ups and downs, which makes people wonder whether this Taoist really sees through the red dust, and there is no more emotional disturbance in foreign objects.

With clouds hanging from his temples, his gaze calmly said: "He showed the evil spirit for the teacher, this **** evil spirit, if all practitioners see it, they will misunderstand that the teacher is a peerless great demon, because this kind of evil spirit is only a peerless great demon. Only the head can be cultivated."

"what?"

Wang Meier's eyes straightened, and the onlookers stepped back.

Is this a real hammer? Taoist idler admitted himself to be the demon.

"but…"

It turns out that there is a turning point.

"Pan Dao will then converge back to the **** evil spirit. Those who understand will naturally understand that this breath is nothing but the normal energy converted by the poor Dao. The elder just now seems to have some understanding of the evil spirit, so he can read it out. Pindao is fundamentally different from the evil spirit he understands."

"Master is amazing."

Wang Meier, incarnate as a teammate shouting 666, has big eyes full of admiration for brilliance.

A dignified first-rate master, he was shown a little bit by his master, and ran back to retreat in a desperate manner. What is this called? This is called a soldier who can't fight without fighting.

But she didn’t expect another point. The elder-level master understood the evil spirit of Taoist Jia Yan just now. Far from being able to deal with it, she might even be even close to their heads, and really want to continue to fight. If the Taoist gets entangled, it is himself who may be defeated and killed. Even the sect will provoke a major enemy. Therefore, with the cleverness of his reaction, it is better to pass the Taoist’s will and return to the sect to retreat, which can be considered as saving face.

"Everyone, continue to compete in the arena. Don't blame it for delaying the progress due to poverty."

Jia Yan was still the same as before, showing no sense of pride in the limelight. After apologizing to the Quartet, the cloud floated down the ring in a clear and clear manner.

"This long road is so handsome."

"The cultivator must have the high popularity of this Taoist master."

"It's really a role model for our generation."

No matter what, the idle Taoist's hand show is destined to stay forever.

Looking at the inside of the conference hall again, a pair of eyes stared at the situation off the court, everyone frowned, but it seemed that no one had spoken to say something.

Even the head of the seven major factions where the elder belonged was speechless after hesitated and stopped for several times.

"Haha, this... is surprising."

Seven high-level leaders were dry and talked, haha.

The others did not respond, and fell into contemplation.

I thought that the so-called idle Taoist, no matter how strong they were, they had seven masters here, and they were afraid that he would not be successful.

But just now, the blood suffocation breath made people could not help but waver.

This is **** breath.

There is a reason why the devil cultivates the blood evil spirit and does not hesitate to become a human being or a ghost or a ghost.

The blood evil can make a person double or even several times their body combat power out of thin air. Even if there are many limitations and sequelae, there are still a large number of cultivators who will not hesitate to set foot on the road of no return for various reasons.

But... what if the sequelae disappear?

And the person who has mastered this kind of blood evil cultivation technique without sequelae already possesses first-class master strength. After he bursts out the blood evil strength, he doubles or even more strength out of thin air. Who else can do this in Anguo? enemy?

This is the reason why everyone is silent.

The seven factions of Anguo have been fighting against each other for so many years. It is precisely because everyone's strength seems to be different, and there has never been any super master who has turned the tide and resolved the grievances and grievances of the seven great Pines with their own power, so it dragged it down.

But today, there are super masters who seem to surpass all of them in combat power.

There was no sound in the entire conference hall.

The struggle for interests just now seems to have become a joke. Whoever fights for these when there is a super master, wouldn't it be a clown.

Suddenly, the prince sitting high in the royal seat smiled lightly.

He stood up and said straightforwardly: "Everyone, if you are afraid of this Taoist person, you don't have to."

"Master, why do you say that?"

The imperial family member is the younger brother of the current saint, and at the same time the strength is also the strongest among the imperial family, reaching the realm of first-class masters.

This person ostentatiously said: "It's nothing more than a strongman in the first-class masters. Even if I wait and try my best, there is no us in the world to besiege the undead. Besides, the royal family has its own arrangements, and you will continue with the original issues."

The prince was seated again, but the many masters underneath were directly pregnant with ghosts, and there were even more frowning eyebrows.

You must know that the seven major factions are not monolithic, and they have never taken refuge in the royal family, accounting for more than half, so the royal family gave the assurance that they could not eat it, and even a little vigilance.

There are no super masters in the royal family, right?

If there is…

Everyone is secretly surprised.

The idle Taoist did everything in Anguo all the way, but he was calm. If people don’t offend him, he doesn’t offend anyone. As long as they don’t provoke them, I’m afraid they won’t get involved in Anguo affairs with this popularity, but if the royal family has super masters, things are different .

Several sect heads who were not loyal to the royal family looked at each other, and their brows had a deeper dignified look.

Several senior officials of the Seven factions here are watching the arena matches while continuing to discuss matters in the Chamber of Meeting, but everyone is a little distracted and talks about the topics.

The other side of the ring match, but it didn't go down to Jia Yan, it went on normally.

Most of the cultivators present were third-rate or second-rate people, and the stunners displayed by the other people were astonishing. They didn't have a strong understanding, and thought they were only first-rate masters at best.

The idle Taoist had been publicly promoted as a first-class master, and now it is no surprise that he has the evil means of a first-class master.

So after the little commotion, the ring match continued.

In the first round of battle, the young Xiaowu and Wang Meier had already fought, and Jia Yan's two "master clones" did not pay much attention to it.

Whether it is the stunning talent of a young man, or a young talent who has to be in the ring, or a third-rate master with a knife in a smile, he can't attract more attention.

"Wow, master, look, the Taoist man just now is so amazing, your friend is so amazing, master, are you..."

This young Wu didn't watch other opponents' battles much. Instead, he stepped forward with great interest and followed the beggar Jia Yan, obsessed with the ‘Taoist and Master’s relationship’.

In conclusion, he wants to know, since a Taoist who is a friend has such methods, is his master also so powerful?

If so, wouldn't he really find the strongest backer?

The beggar has a different personality from the Taoist, and belongs to the informal kind.

Listening to annoyance, he stretched out his hand and knocked on Xiao Wu's head with lightning speed, and the disciple's eye sockets suddenly overflowed with tears, and he squatted on the ground with his head in pain.

"If you bother me, beggar me, next time it won’t just be my brains. I’ll tell you, since the teacher and the Taoist priest and the disciple will win or lose, then it means that I am no match for him, and no one can beat him. Who, do you understand? Ask the master again to get angry."

"Oh, I see, hahaha."

Xiao Wu held the swollen half of his head and jumped up happily.

Of course, you have to jump. The master personally admitted that he is inseparable from the Taoist's strength, and the Taoist has just revealed a little strength. Maybe the strength is not only seen by outsiders. So, isn't there a difference between my own master? Inseparable strength?

These thighs are actually their own masters? Xiao Wu Haoxuan did not wash his face in tears. You must know that the evil sect he wanted to worship at the beginning was nothing more than a third-rate sect. He did not expect that he was picked up by his master on the road in a blink of an eye, and he became a first-class master’s apprentice. What is this called? This is called the grand luck.

People around, some heard the conversation between the master and the apprentice, and they felt different for a while.

All envy and hate.

Xiao Wu, a teenager who looked eleven or twelve years old, was able to get to know such a master at this age, and he already had the ability of a second-rate master, which is too exaggerated.

They have worked hard for half their lives, and they may not be strong enough to be a small Wuqiang. Everyone is a good master.

By the way, does this beggar say he has a relationship with that idle Taoist?

This is important information.

The deputy head of the martial art next to Jia Yan, the beggar's son, also had a gloomy expression on his face for a moment.

Then Wei Ran sighed.

If these two are old friends and have similar strengths, if the Taoist is a super first-class expert, they can still find ways to deal with it. If they are together, they can do nothing.

He was about to leave, but the beggar stretched out his cane and hooked the deputy master.

"This friend, didn't you just say that you want to be a friend? Why go so simply, sit down, and talk about friends."

Pulling this person dumbfounded, the two of them sat down, drinking and chatting. The only difference was that the head was crying and crying in private.

Yes, I can't even go to the news.

The following battle seems quite simple.

The two young girls passed the test all the way, and the other seeded players of the Seven Majors, for some reason, deliberately avoided these two young men in the next schedule.

The seven major factions masters who avoided them, magically won all the battles, so I have to say that the strength of the seven major factions is still there, it just depends on who is compared.

In the later stage, other folk masters were eliminated, and inevitably, the two began to encounter the remaining three masters of the seven major factions.

"I surrender."

A female fairy who was on the stage with a closed-month shame, shook her head bitterly, and went off stage.

She is the only female disciple of the seven schools. Their martial strength is weaker than other schools. She is already the only seeded player in this category, and may even surpass other seeded players to win the championship.

But with these two young girls, she felt hopeless to win the championship.

Might as well retreat, maybe she still has the opportunity to participate in the next session.

Xiao Wu, who naturally got the next promotion, looked at the girl who came to the stage after him with great interest.

The two passed by, and Xiao Wu suddenly said with a little interest: "I hope you can win, because you lose, I can't fulfill the command the master gave me."

Meier Wang also thought that this kid had recognized herself, but looking back, the young man looked arrogant and knew that this elm head hadn't recognized herself yet.

She snorted coldly: "I will win. You don't have to complete the order your master gave you, because I will win even you."