The young man looked lazy, leaning against the corner of the wall and basking in the early winter sun, comfortable and comfortable.

The aura on this person's body is as if there is nothing, in Zhou Lin's opinion, it is because this guy is too weak, it is simply weak!

In the eyes of Lu Zhao, who is quite a city government, he suddenly felt that this young man was unfathomable, giving people a sense of mystery, and he needed to be treated carefully.

Different people look at the same thing, and there are different versions.

Immediately, Lu Zhao's gaze shifted to the sword, and he instantly felt a little dazzling. The sunlight shone on the sword, shining brightly, and an extremely strong sword intent emanated from it, making people feel cold.

"Ancient Saints?"

His eyelids jumped, and his heart turned upside down.

If it was just an ordinary monk, it would be impossible for him to have an ancient saint soldier on his body.

"I've never seen this person, and he shouldn't be a disciple of Tianmen Mountain. Lu Zhao looked at the young man leaning against the corner again, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Huh?" Wu Heng showed an unhappy look between his eyebrows, he didn't like this kind of look of being looked at, especially by the weak. It's like an ant stretching out its tentacles to test the weight of a male lion to see if he can move, and if he can move, then move back to the nest, if he can't move, don't provoke it.

In fact, ants can't move lions, so they look funny.

The male lion is naturally Wu Heng, and it is Lu Zhao who stretches out his tentacles to test it.

But this "ant" seems to have failed to test the depth of the "male lion" in front of him.

When Lu Zhao's look stayed on Wu Heng's body for more than three seconds, he was a little bored, and he also greeted him with the same gaze.

At that moment, a cold glint flashed in Wu Heng's eyes.

Immediately, he withdrew his gaze and continued to bask in the warm early winter afternoon sun.

Lu Zhao also retracted his gaze, but his movements were not as natural as Wu Heng's, he was a little flustered, and his face was slightly pale. He was shocked, and at the moment when he and the young man in white looked at each other, he seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of corpses, murderous!

Lu Zhao quickly skillfully disguised his embarrassment just now, looked at the Longyuan sword, and commented: "The sword is three feet long, and it is exactly the same, it seems to contain a real dragon, with the aura of a powerful creature, a good sword, a rare good sword!"

Wu Heng introduced: "This sword is called Long Yuan!"

"It turned out to be the Longyuan Sword, but I have heard of this sword a little!" Lu Zhao regained his previous calmness, his smile was gentle, in this Tianmen Mountain, he was not afraid of Wu Heng.

Seeing that Senior Brother Lu was polite to the young man in white, Zhou Lin and the three of them all endured it, otherwise according to their previous temperament, they would have rushed up to find fault. Pan Deng was obviously defeated, but he borrowed a sword, clearly against them.

Wu Heng shook his head and said: "This sword is not a famous sword, but an ordinary blade, presumably the Longyuan sword that this brother knows is not this one." ”

Lu Zhao frowned, his face was a little embarrassed, he admired this person's extraordinary blade, not only did he not appreciate it, but deliberately made himself unable to go down the steps, it was a bit excessive, right?

However, he didn't realize that he had done too much to Panden.

Because of the difference in identity, he thinks that Pan Deng is not worthy of being friends with his little sister, and what he does is human nature.

Wu Heng also doesn't think it's too much, it's also because of the gap in identity, why should he give face to such an ugly little person?

The Long Yuan Sword was very sharp, stuck straight into the ground, and landed in front of Pan Deng. He was stunned for a moment, and naturally saw the extraordinaryness of this sword, and then his fighting intent skyrocketed, with this sword, he didn't need to be afraid of Zhou Lin.

Pan Deng stood up again, pulled out the Long Yuan sword, turned around and thanked Wu Hengzuo: "Thank you Brother Wu for borrowing the sword!"

"you!" Suddenly, a killing light flashed in Zhou Lin's eyes, bursting out with the power of a purple essence, and with a slash of the streamer sword in his hand, seven-colored light burst out from the sword, killing Pan Deng, who just turned around and was exposed.

When Pan's mother saw this scene, she was shocked and said, "Pan'er!

"Hmph, it's revealing such a big flaw during the competition!" the charming woman sneered.

The other two also had vicious expressions, and they couldn't wait for Zhou Lin's sword to directly cut Pan Deng in half.

Lu Zhao is the most calm, even if he has a good sword, what can he do, waste is always waste, always soft bones, vulnerable!

However, they all seemed to underestimate Pan Deng's reflexes, and at the moment when Zhou Lin was killed, Pan Deng turned around abruptly and blocked with a sword, quickly hating!

"Ding-bell!"

The crunch of the sword breaking in two and landing sounded a little wonderful.

A gentle breeze blew through the elegant courtyard, and the silence ......

Except for Wu Heng's expression, the rest of them were dumbfounded.

Even Pan Deng couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, he didn't do anything, he simply blocked it with his sword.

The broken sword is not Long Yuan.

The sword was broken in two, and all seven colored lights were gone.

Lu Zhao felt a cramp in his heart, his holy soldier actually didn't resist a blow at all, and he was cut off like this?

Beads of sweat oozed from Zhou Lin's forehead, his face showed disbelief, and immediately, his pupils contracted suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was painful. He saw Pan Deng's cold eyes, and the blood-stained Dragon Yuan Sword drawn from his chest.

No way!

Does this soft bone really dare to hurt himself?

He was going to go to the boss to complain and send the bastard Panden into the dungeon, so that he would have to suffer from life and death.

"Pan Deng's soft bones, how he was bullied on weekdays, he swallowed his anger, what kind of guts did he eat today, he dared to stab Senior Brother Zhou with a sword!"

Pan Deng won!

He defeated Senior Brother Zhou Lin!

It's incredible, although this guy has reached the three psychic realms, he has only just arrived at this realm, how can he defeat Zhou Lin, who is already at the peak of the three psychic realms?

"Pan Deng's turn to block just now is not simple, such a crisis situation, I am afraid that even I will look very flustered, but he can deal with it freely. Lu Zhao's expression was disillusioned, yesterday's Pan Deng and today's Pan Deng are simply not the same person. No longer a soft bone, no longer a weakling, courageous, decisive in killing.

Panden also realized that his strength had skyrocketed.

Is it all because of the meat of the ancient relics, which has made my reflexes and insights stronger?

And he felt full of strength, with inexhaustible brute strength. If that's the case, that meal of meat is already a great opportunity to change your whole life.

After Wu Heng found out that Pan Deng's strength had improved by leaps and bounds, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "The nine-headed lion is still very good, it contains true blood, and the future is immeasurable, and it is also a big help to be able to take it as a mount, but it's a pity that it has become food in my stomach, it's a pity!"

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