The cultivation of the strongest ancestor

"Hurry down, who told you to go up!" Under

the stage, Gu Mohuan looked at Ye Zixian with an anxious expression, burning his eyebrows like fire.

Zheng -

the sword on his back does not stop.

The sword trembled.

The long sword that was as high as Ye Zixian was driving him to walk towards Han Ting step by step.

The sword is a gentleman among soldiers, and he would rather bend than give in.

The ancient sword Xuanyuan is an ancient spirit treasure, born with a spirit, in the turbulent period of ancient times, the sword spirit was damaged, which led to the fall into the acquired spirit treasure.

Now recognize the Lord Ye Zixian, and hear that someone humiliates him, is it tolerable or unbearable.

"Go down, I don't hit the child.

Han Ting spoke again, his voice was three points colder, and a pair of sword eyes glanced at Ye Zixian contemptuously, and then closed his eyes to recuperate.

The sword in his arms, there is a fierce momentum bursting out, the sword is majestic, he is in the late stage of Jindan, specializing in swordsmanship, and is known as a kendo wizard in the side gate, and even the hope of the entire side door to be promoted to the eighth class sect is gambling on him.

Ye Zixian had a helpless expression, he also wanted to go down, but the sword was disobedient.

Driving him, he walked towards Han Ting step by step, and the sound of the sword became clearer and clearer.

Zheng can

no longer be concealed.

The sound of the sword is clear.

The void rippled a little, spreading rapidly in the form of water streaks.

Loud in the sky.

Deafening.

The mortals who watched couldn't help but cover their ears, and their ears were still roaring, and they couldn't hear anything other than the sound of swords.

Han Ting suddenly opened his eyes, his momentum rolled, a tornado storm rolled up in the ring, and it was Han Ting who stood in the middle of the eye of the storm.

The wind is howling.

The intangible is tangible.

Rolling around Han Ting's side, looking carefully, he saw that there were small transparent swimming fish in the wind, no more than three inches long, as thin as a thumb, crystal clear, but extremely sharp, mixed in the wind, whistling into a sound.

Boom –

the sound is not endless.

Looking carefully, I realized that the swimming fish was originally a series of fierce sword qi, and it was millions of movements, and it was mighty.

Han Ting looked at the sword behind Ye Zixian, put away his contempt, and said calmly: "The sword is good, but people can't." He

couldn't see Ye Zixian's cultivation.

However, how high can a six-year-old child be cultivated?

It must be the iron-clad Zheng faction that wants to confuse the eyes and ears, covering Ye Zixian's cultivation.

Ye Zixian should not, and tried hard to control the sword on his back.

Li Mochou told him that Zhongzhou is different from the Southern Regions, so you should be careful in everything, don't show your sword in front of people, don't show your wealth in front of people.

The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty.

"Draw your sword.

Han Ting said calmly.

The sword in his arms was unsheathed three inches, and his breath rose to the sky again, and the rapid sound of breaking the air seemed to pierce the sky.

The sword qi was tangible, hovering to the side.

The tornado storm is becoming more and more majestic, and it has the potential to sweep the ring.

There is a swordfish in the wind, and if you touch it, you will be torn into a pulp by the storm.

He didn't make a move, controlling the sword qi, and kept looking at the sword on Ye Zixian's back.

He cultivated the way of the sword, and instinctively felt that the sword on Ye Zixian's back was not ordinary.

"Don't pull it out.

Ye Zixian directly refused, and he remembered everything Li Mochou confessed.

Learn to keep a low profile.

"That's right, what are you doing if you don't draw your sword, get out of here!" "

Are the iron-clad Zheng factions a group of living treasures?"

"Actually send a child to go up and play a scoundrel." The

audience was in an uproar.

I felt more and more that Ye Zixian was here to be funny.

Lin Yu, who was full of pockmarked faces, looked at Ye Zixian sarcastically, and transmitted his spiritual power to Han Ting, "Kill him."

Han Ting was stunned, and looked at Lin Yu with a frown.

There are rules for the five sects to compete for hegemony, and it is already against the rules to kill people.

Seeing Lin Yu nodding at him, he had already made up his mind.

Han Ting still didn't make a move, looked at Ye Zixian, and asked suspiciously, "Why don't you pull it out?" "

My aunt said that those who find people to fight are fools, and my aunt won't let me play with fools.

Ye Zixian said solemnly, his clear eyes did not have the slightest impurity, and he told the truth.

Han Ting's face turned black in an instant, and the sword in his arms was completely unsheathed.

The

sound of the sword resounded in the sky.

Lingering in the ring, for a long time.

There were stars trembling in the night sky.

Wisps of starlight fell on the ring, plating Han Ting with a layer of hazy starlight.

Brilliant and dazzling.

Holding a long sword, the corners of his clothes are swinging, he is tall, his complexion is white and greasy, his sword eyes are full of heroism, and the stars are contrasting, as if the immortals in the sky are in the dust, causing a large number of women to scream again and again.

"You have to pay for your words and deeds!" Han

Ting's voice was angry.

He has been cultivating for eighteen years, and he is called the supreme pride of heaven by the side door, and Qingyang City is a hundred miles away, and no one respects him for three points.

Today, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

Sword Qi condenses substance.

In the space beside him, the wind held up a series of small swords transformed by spiritual energy, densely packed, crowding the space, making people palpitate.

"Wait. Gu Mohuan jumped into the ring and protected Ye Zixian, "What do you want to do?" He is just a child, and he is unscrupulous, this time I will quit the iron-clad faction.

"Miss Gu, it's no longer as simple as quitting.

Lin Yu in the audience looked at Gu Mohuan, looked her body up and down, swallowed her saliva, and her eyes were lustful.

She was so beautiful and moving at the age of twelve, and when she grew up, she would be able to repay it, wouldn't it be beautiful if she became her own furnace now

?" "What do you want?" "

As long as you go back with me, you can not embarrass this child, otherwise don't let me be merciful."

Lin Yu smiled sinisterly, as if he had succeeded.

"Shameless!" Gu Mohuan said angrily, his face flushed, and his teeth squeaked.

Although Ye Zixian didn't understand what Lin Yu meant, when he saw Gu Mohuan's expression, his heart was on fire, he pulled her sleeve and pointed at Han Ting, who was ready to go, "Sister, I can do it."

"You can do whatever you can. Although Gu Mohuan didn't know Ye Zixian's cultivation, how could a six-year-old child be the opponent of Han Ting, "Hurry up." "

Draw your sword and go down."

Han Ting said coldly, his eyes were always on the long sword on Ye Zixian's back, the more Ye Zixian didn't draw the sword, the more he felt that this sword was not simple.

"I want you to take care of it.

Gu Mohuan glared at him, and took Ye Zixian's little hand and was about to go down, can't he dodge if he can't beat it?

Gu Mohuan started with the flute on his waist, and the flute sound was melodious, but he couldn't stop the fierce sword qi, and the whole person was blown out of the ring and fell to the ground, with blood surging on his face, and blood flowing out of the corners of his mouth.

"Sister, are you okay?"

Ye Zixian shouted loudly.

Han Ting's imperial sword is fine, only hurting Gu Mohuan but not hurting Ye Zixian in the slightest, which shows that he is proficient in swordsmanship.

"Since you don't draw your sword, then I'll force you to draw your sword!" Without

giving Ye Zixian any chance to breathe, he moved his long sword, and walked with the sword, and there was a dense small sword condensed by the sword qi beside him, and stabbed straight at Ye Zixian.

The sword qi was overwhelming, dense, and filled the ring, and bursts of palpitating aura emanated from the sword qi.

"You forced me. "

Zheng!"

the sword roared.

The ancient sword Xuanyuan is out of the sheath!