Come on, Bao, that's okay, let's not bully the little girl. Zhang Chaoran held his stomach and said.

Li Xiaoyu was extremely angry, and he really wanted to kill this dead fat pig.

"Apply for a larger practice room, this practice room is too small, I'm afraid I won't be able to open it." Bao Xingyu proposed.

"I can, the main thing is to accommodate you, Lao Bao, for me who is so awesome now, any terrain is the home field."

Looking at Zhang Chaoran's triumphant appearance, Bao Xingyu had the same idea as Li Xiaoyu.

This kid is really underwhelmed!

Half an hour later, the door of a martial arts room opened, Zhang Chaoran, who had a blue nose and swollen face, and Bao Xingyu, who was sweating profusely, walked out one after another, followed by Li Xiaoyu, who had a comfortable face.

"It's unfair, it's not fair, you Li Xiaoyu took advantage of the danger of others, and took advantage of the exhaustion of me and Lao Bao to fight, or sneak attack, you cunning and treacherous-"

"What, I'm not convinced!"

Li Xiaoyu took two steps forward, clenched his fists and looked at Zhang Chaoran obliquely, looking unconvinced and fighting again.

Zhang Chaoran thought about it for a while, felt that there was not much source power left in his body, and hurriedly squeezed out a smile on his fat face, "Xiaoyu, I'm convinced, I'm too convinced." In the future, you will be my boss, and I will never go east, no, never west; You say north, I will never go south. ”

Li Xiaoyu: "Yes, then you will die!" ”

Zhang Chaoran: "Oh, no, where did you die!" ”

Li Xiaoyu: "Hey-"

Bao Xingyu: "Okay, okay, don't make any noise, have fun today, continue tomorrow!" ”

Li Xiaoyu smiled: "This proposal is good, continue tomorrow." ”

Zhang Chaoran's face was sad, "Let me rest for a few days, okay, hmm~!" ”

Li Xiaoyu suddenly had a disgusted expression, this dead fat man, it's disgusting!

……

"Zhang Xiaotian, be careful, something is wrong." Lu Jun slashed a blood refining martial artist with a knife, and came to Zhang Xiaotian's side and whispered.

At this time, all the ambushed blood refining martial artists rushed out, but in the face of the prepared battle group members and Xinghuo disciples, they did not have the upper hand, and they were stalemate for a while.

However, this stalemate is not good for the side of the Heavenly Company, after all, these blood refining martial artists are fighting at the "home field", and in this world, their injuries can heal automatically.

Something is wrong with nature!

Hearing Lu Jun's reminder, Zhang Xiaotian said secretly in his heart.

Only half of his attention was now on the Blood Refining Martial Artists in front of him, and the other half of his attention had been on some ground location on the left side of the riverbed, where the Blood Refining Monster had emerged in his dream.

"Let's not be too separated, I also feel that something is wrong."

Zhang Xiaotian said softly, and then brushed the two swords to force back the two blood refining martial artists, and quietly moved in the direction of Li Qingzhao.

For some reason, he always felt that Li Qingzhao, who was at the seventh level of the source force, could give him a sense of security more than Qinglin, who was the eighth level of the source force, and Qian Wulin, who was the ninth level of the source force.

In the dream, when he died, Li Qingzhao was still alive and well, and he was fighting hard!

This woman is definitely not simple!

Zhang Xiaotian had this thought again, but it was more certain and stronger than before, and at the same time, he was even more jealous of Li Qingzhao.

Lu Jun subconsciously followed Zhang Xiaotian to move, and in his subconscious, Zhang Xiaotian, who had worked with him, was the person he trusted the most here.

Poof!

A crescent-like silver light sliced through the shoulder of a blood refining martial artist, and his arm broke off at the shoulder, spurting out blood like a gushing spring.

But the next moment, a bloody light flashed in the void and flew through the wound.

The blood refiner picked up the arm on the ground and pressed it to his shoulder, and he actually directly connected the broken arm, although it was not as flexible as before, but it was already able to move freely.

On the other side, Qing Lin's two-handed crescent sword crossed and slashed through the neck of a blood refining martial artist, and a head gurgled and rolled down.

But the blood refiner was still immortal, and his fallen body crawled on the ground like a spider, and a pair of long arms groped around, looking for his fallen head.

"Monster!"

Qinglin scolded secretly, and threw out the crescent knife in his left hand, poof, the head shattered like a watermelon.

The body of this headless blood refiner was shocked, and he fell down, and finally did not move.

Qian Wulin's face was extremely heavy at the moment, his opponent was the tall man led by the blood refining martial artist, and this person's strength was also the ninth level of source power.

Qian Wulin has been working in the combat group for ten years, and his combat experience is extremely rich, so it stands to reason that he has an advantage over this kind of martial artist of the same level.

Now it is true, the strength of that tall blood refining martial artist is very strong, but because of this desert island where he has been living in seclusion, the actual combat experience is far from that of Qian Wulin, and almost every move is targeted.

But in this world of blood refining, blood refining martial artists have strength bonuses, especially this kind of powerful recovery ability to damage, so that tall martial artists can ignore the gap in combat experience, and every time they are suppressed to a disadvantage, they will use their lives to fight for their lives to bring the situation back.

And as the battle progressed, the combat experience of this tall blood refining martial artist was also improving rapidly, from being completely suppressed by Qian Wulin at the beginning, to gradually starting to counterattack, which made Qian Wulin feel bad.

If it continues like this, he will be suppressed in turn, after all, this heaven and earth is the home of blood refining martial artists.

"No, we have to deal with this guy quickly."

At this time, he and Qinglin's men had already begun to suffer casualties, and the situation began to turn against them.

At this time, the sudden screams came and went, attracting the attention of Qian Wulin and Qinglin, and the two of them looked with their spare eyes, only to find that there had suddenly changed in the Xinghuo disciple battle circle.

This group of Heavenly Pride seemed to have suddenly exploded in combat power, beating the blood refiners who fought with them to death.

No, to be more precise, it should be an outburst of two people.

The two people who broke out, a man and a woman, the female Qian Wulin knew, it was the eldest lady of the Li family, but the man was a guy who had never heard of it.

And this young man is also the one who kills the most neatly.

Qian Wulin and Qinglin, who knew a lot about Xinghuo disciples, had no impression of this male disciple at all, but now they were impressed by him.

In the eyes of these battle group martial artists, this Xinghuo male disciple had no expression on his face, walking among the blood refining martial artists with strange steps, a sword in his hand seemed to be alive, pointing east and west, twisting and turning, and the blood refining martial artist was taken a life if he didn't pay attention to it.

This Xinghuo male disciple is naturally Zhang Xiaotian.

Zhang Xiaotian seemed to inadvertently approach Li Qingzhao, but in his heart, he felt that the blood refining monster had not appeared, which was a great hidden danger.

In case he changes the future that will happen in the dream, this blood refining monster has never been able to fight, and he can't always be scared!

No, it needs to be lured out!

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