Uncle, a sick beauty dressed as a black lotus

Zhong also couldn't beat him, but Xuan Moxiao took Liu Wuwei's palm. A disciple in the Qi refining stage can actually receive the palm of a cultivator in the Tribulation Stage!

Ye Qingyi simply didn't know Xuan Moxiao anymore.

"You are already a golden elixir at such a young age?" Liu Wuwei sneered, "But a golden elixir can't kill me, boy, since you sent it to my door, don't blame my uncle for being ruthless."

As soon as the words fell, Liu Wuhen's palm ignited, and Xuan Moxiao flew out in one fell swoop.

Ye Qingyi looked at Xuan Moxiao in shock.

Xuan Moxiao calmly supported the wall and stood up, staring at Liu Wuhai coldly, without any fear.

"Looking for death!" Liu Wuwei spread his five fingers to hold up a ball of spiritual flames, "On this day next year, I will bring you Master Ye to burn paper on your grave."

Xuan Moxiao sneered when he heard the words, and slowly reached into the skirt of his clothes, and took out a translucent jade bead.

Ye Qingyi looked at the jade beads in Xuan Moxiao's hands as if struck by lightning again!

That is……

Cross Lingzhu! !