The Patriarch of the Nine Dragons

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"Grave-age young master, don't you really need to worry about it?"

Inside the main hall, Cheng Buran looked at the situation on the light curtain in front of him, couldn't help but turned his head, and asked the Lieyang Temple genius who was sitting at the top.

You must know that this is in the boundary of the Xilong camp. The strong people in the camps are all invited by them. If something really happens, the reputation of the Xilong camp will suffer a sudden drop.

"That guy is blind, who is to blame?"

Li Muling glanced faintly at the light curtain, letting Decheng Buran feel relieved instantly, he naturally knew who his young master was talking about, and at the same time couldn't help but silently mourn the Huan at the Spirit Blood Camp.

"The two guys are really unfamiliar!"

Li Muling's attention would naturally not be on Huan Jin in the spirit blood camp, nor on Zhang You of the Eighth Stage Immortal Venerable. Instead, he would stare at a certain couple of men and women.

Under Li Muling's gaze, he was quite unfamiliar with the pair of men and women, but he was at least certain that among the young geniuses in the Star-picking Tower, there were no such two.

Some of the previous speculations were also overturned by Li Muling himself. The woman named Mu Yin is completely different from the person in his impression. Although she has good looks, as long as she is not that person, he will not have much attention.

"Don't you even know the grave-age young master?"

Cheng Buran asked subconsciously. In fact, he was relieved. As long as the two were not from the Star Picking Tower, the chances of his young master would naturally be greater.

From this point of view, this time the alliance uniting the camps, the opponent of his own young master is only Han Luoying from the Moon God Palace.

As long as the arrangements are made properly, the chance of Li Muling becoming the leader of all parties will become extremely great.

"Next, you should be able to see something!"

Li Muling shook his head slightly, his gaze has not left the light curtain that can see the outside situation, and at this moment, the conflict has escalated outside the hall.

…………

Outside the hall!

He received Zhang You's gesture, as if he had received a Shangfang sword, and no one in the hall came out to drink it, which made him even more unscrupulous.

"Song He, you asked for this!"

Huan Jin may have always wanted to find such an opportunity, but in the past, he was not very sure that he could win it. He has been holding back and did not do anything. Today, he finally waited for an excellent opportunity.

Not only did Huan Jin think that his strength had surpassed Song He, but he also had a backing for the Eighth Stage Immortal Venerable.

As long as the strong in Xilong Camp does not show up, who else dares to take care of the spirit blood camp's nostalgia?

"Unexpectedly, after so many years, you Huan Jin still has nothing to change!"

Song He hated iron but not steel. The two were originally good friends, but because of a spirit crystal, they turned each other into enemies. Until now, he didn't understand what he did wrong?

But the other party didn't give up, and Song He wasn't really a good person. The good old person in Zhan Lingyuan was already dead. Since the other party was holding onto it, he could only fight back.

Huan Jin relied on Zhang You, who had the Eighth Stage Immortal Venerable, as his backing, and Song He was not without a backer, and he knew clearly that his backer was much better than Zhang You.

"Do you need help?"

Just as the strong aura of Seventh-Rank Immortal Venerable emerged from Song He, the coarse-clothed youth beside him suddenly asked softly, but he shook his head slightly.

If the opponent's shot was Zhang You of the Eighth Stage Immortal Venerable, Song He would definitely choose to retreat without hesitation and let the two next to him take the shot, but the seventh-level Immortal Venerable Huan Jin who broke through later than himself, he again How can there be any scruples?

Under Yun Xiao’s technique of refining veins, Song He’s injury has recovered seven or eight points. Even if it’s only seven or eight points, he will not be afraid of Huanjin, who is also a seventh-grade immortal. You must know that he was once an oasis camp. The number one strong.

Moreover, Song He still had a sense of obsession, that was his personal grievance with Huan Jin. He didn't want to rely on outsiders, he wanted to personally end this grievance.

Song He made such a decision, and Yun Xiao didn't take it seriously. He took a few steps back with Mu Yin and left the place in the middle. With himself here, he didn't worry that Song He would really be killed by that guy.

"Huanjin, are you really going to make mistakes again and again?"

Song He still didn't want to give up and pull Huan Jin back, but what he said at the moment, heard in the ears of the spiritual blood camp cultivators, but found it so funny, they thought it was this guy who wanted to compromise.

"If you win me, you are qualified to say such things!"

Huan Jin never thought that he was wrong. In his mind, Song He was the one who was wrong. It was this guy who had robbed his own spirit crystal and allowed himself to break through to the seventh stage immortal, which was delayed for several years.

After the resentment in his heart surged, Huan Jin never wanted to talk nonsense with Song He anymore, and he also knew that Zhang You over there was very impatient, and he had to make a quick decision.

boom!

The first move Huan Jin made was accepted by Song He head-on and made a loud noise. As a result of this fight, the smiles on the faces of the cultivators in the Spirit Blood Camp couldn't help but become more intense.

Because Song He, who had stepped back a few steps, his face became paler and paler, even the various cultivators next to him felt the injuries in his body, and immediately cast disdainful glances at Huan Jin.

This is simply taking advantage of people's dangers, and the past that year, everyone said in their hearts.

Obviously, it is just to be careful and wrong, but to shout and scream at his life-saving benefactor, which is simply a model of gratitude and revenge.

It was just because of the shock of the eighth-rank Immortal Venerable Zhang You that no one dared to place his beak at will.

Huan Jin doesn't care about the faces and thoughts of others. He is so powerful that he will continue to overwhelm him. He does not want to give Song He a chance to breathe. The dark side of his heart has also completely exploded today.

If possible, Huan Jin would like to take this opportunity to kill Song He here.

But he also knew that in today's situation, he could only severely injure Song He. Whether he could kill him would depend on whether someone in the hall was willing or not?

However, the next Song He changed his head-to-head strategy and began to choose to wander and fight.

After the ten tricks, Huan Jin's face couldn't help but become extremely ugly, because he was gradually falling into a disadvantage.

The fact is that the physical strength of the competition has not always been Song He's good fighting style. In addition, his internal injury has not healed, and every head-to-head will cause him to concussion and damage his bones.

This change strategy immediately revealed Song He's advantage of being an intermediate-level pulse refiner of the immortal rank. Whether it was reaction or speed, it was not comparable to Huan Jin.

In the ensuing battle, Song He also discovered that a bottleneck that he hadn't loosened in a few years was showing signs of being broken, which undoubtedly made him surprised and happy.

It seemed that for Song He, the strong attack of the foreign spirits that night was not only bad. The battle between life and death made him have a deep understanding of the way of heaven, and his strength has also improved a lot without knowing it.

If it weren't for today's sudden battle, it would only be known until Song He's injury was completely healed, and Huan Jin's persecution forced him to cut this time and life in half.

"Useless waste!"

Next to Zhang You, who watched Huan Jin gradually fall into a disadvantage, couldn't help but cursed in a low voice, so that the spiritual blood camp practitioners next to him did not dare to take a mouthful. They knew that this adult was on the verge of rage.

Originally, Zhang You was quite confident in Huan Jin, and wanted to use this to make the Spirit Blood Camp stand up. He didn't expect such a result now, it really made him unexpected.

Even Huan Jin could see that Song He was still unhealed, and how could Zhang You of the Eighth Stage Immortal Venerable not be able to tell?

This was also the reason why Zhang You was full of confidence before. After a short battle, Song He's strength soared so fast that he almost reached the high stage of the Seventh Stage Immortal Venerable, and Huan Jin was just the middle stage of the Seventh Stage Immortal Venerable.

"Cunning guy!"

After cursing lowly, Zhang You's anger rose in his eyes.

Because in his opinion, this is Song He deliberately wanting to pit himself, and this is how he pretends to be in a state of unhealed injuries, and even makes himself look away.

If Zhang You didn't want to deal with the private grievances of the two sides before, then he is undoubtedly finding a good reason for himself now, Song and this guy deceived himself, it is simply seeking death.

boom!

After a few more tricks, Song He finally got a chance. He stamped a weird palm on Huan Jin’s right rib and staggered the powerhouse of the Seventh-Rank Immortal Venerable. The pain in his right rib was even more painful in his bones. All turned over.

Although it was not a fatal and serious injury, Song He's palm was not easy. Under this powerful palm, Huan Jin's combat effectiveness was not preserved, and he knew he was defeated.

If it were defeated in the hands of other people, even if the opponent was the seventh-rank Immortal Venerable, Huan Jin would not have been so unacceptable at this moment, because he had always regarded Song He as his imaginary enemy.

Since Lingjing was "snatched" by Song He, Huan Jin always wanted to overshadow the other party. His luck was obviously good. After following Zhang You, he finally broke the shackles.

Unexpectedly, he was still not Song He's rival in the end, and the opponent was still seriously injured. Under such circumstances, he lost to Song He. How can Huan Jin swallow this breath?

"No! I'm not reconciled!"

Huan Jin, who was hit by the right rib, flashed a trace of extreme resentment in his eyes, and then leaped on his body, seeing that everyone nearby was sneered, and he still didn't admit defeat in such a state. Isn't he looking for death?

"This guy……"

A strange light flashed in the beautiful eyes of Mu Yin on the side, but after seeing that there was no movement next to him, she also put down her right hand that she had just raised. She believed that Yun Xiao would never look at Song He's death. Eliminated.

"go to hell!"

Under the gaze of the cultivators from all sides, Huan Jin suddenly yelled, and then, from the sleeve of his right hand, a black smoke burst out, exuding a stench.

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