"Mi Xinghui is not an opponent?"

The hearts of the elders watching the battle skipped a beat, what kind of monster did the old guy bring back this time?

Is it a helper?

It's just that this helper is too young!

From the time Mu Qing took Zhou Lin up the mountain and gave the core disciple token, a storm was fermenting, and those who were secretly targeting Mu Qing found an opportunity this time and finally jumped out.

They thought that Zhou Lin was a breakthrough, but now it seems that they have hit a hard nail, and their teeth are about to be broken!

"The old man doesn't believe that he will be a half-step martial artist."

"Quick, hurry up and get the old man's peephole!"

An old man looked hideous and commanded left and right.

finally waited for such an opportunity, it is definitely not to be missed, this time, Mu Qing will definitely be taken down.

"Elder, the Sky Mirror is here!"

After a while, someone came with a dark black round stone plate and handed it over respectfully.

The stone plate is also the size of a palm, and after urging the true qi, the stone plate begins to glow, and the black uneven surface is covered with mist, gradually smoothing out like a mirror.

The old man had words in his mouth, and pointed at Zhou Lin with one hand, and under the shaking of the mirror, Zhou Lin's figure finally appeared, and even his true cultivation status clearly emerged.

"Huh?"

Zhou Lin knocked Mi Xinghui to the ground with a punch, and suddenly felt as if someone was peeping at him, so he quickly stretched out his hand and wiped it, and a thick layer of true qi wrapped around his body, covering up his own breath.

"See! If you still want to hide, you can't hide under the mirror! It turned out to be just the realm of the Martial Sect, the Martial Sect ..... Haha, it's just Wu Zong! It seems that it must have relied on some secret treasure, that knife, yes, that knife! ”

Although it was only a glimpse, the elder had already sensed the opportunity.

"Elder Xinghui, that kid's true strength is only in the early stage of the Martial Sect, and he can exert the combat power of a half-step Martial Monarch, mainly relying on the short knife in his hand, you have to be careful of that knife, that knife is very likely to be the best spiritual weapon."

After transmitting the sound to Mi Xinghui, the old man's expression was excited, and he was eager to try, "It is suspected that it is a top-grade spiritual weapon, how can such a secret treasure be placed in the hands of a martial sect disciple?" Naturally, it has to be handed over to the old man, with this superb spiritual weapon, Mu Qing and his ilk can be suppressed with a flip. ”

Mi Xinghui was knocked to the ground by a punch, and he was already decadent, but he suddenly heard someone transmitting and was stunned for a moment.

"What? He's a martial artist? That's impossible! ”

He hurriedly asked, "Bian Feng, are you sure he is really just a martial artist?" ”

Elder Bian Feng, who was holding the Sky Mirror, replied affirmatively, "That's right, under the Sky Mirror, he can't hide it, and his true strength is only in the early stage of the Martial Sect." But that dagger is weird, you have to be careful! ”

"Martial Sect Realm, Martial Sect Realm, the old man was actually frightened by a Martial Sect Realm, it's a great shame!"

Bowing his head and muttering a few times, Mi Xinghui's face became extremely hideous, "A mere martial sect dares to be so rampant, old man.... Hate! ”

Even if he tore him to shreds, he would only save some face.

What will others think of this?

The hall elder was actually beaten all over the ground by a martial arts sect disciple, and he was even more shameless when he said it.

Rumble!

A powerful aura erupted, and a powerful aura belonging to the half-step Martial Monarch level permeated the audience, and all the disciples were squeezed by this momentum and retreated.

His beard and hair were all open, Mi Xinghui stood proudly, his eyes bloomed with divine brilliance, and beside him, the sword cloud rotated, setting off him like a god emperor sword emperor.

"It's been many years, and no one has forced the old man to do his best for many years, and he originally wanted to keep it to deal with it..... Now, the old man wants to crush you and let you know how powerful the old man is with a half-step martial artist! ”

Yes!

Mi Xinghui looked up to the sky and roared, wanting to vent all the grievances just now.

With his long roar, his aura rose step by step, and a sword aura rose into the sky like wolf smoke, and his aura was felt within a radius of thousands of miles from the entire South China Sea Sword Sect.

"Is this the strength of a half-step martial artist? It's horrible! ”

The core disciples' faces changed wildly one by one, and they retreated one after another.

Some of those who were weaker in cultivation were directly swept out by that breath, and their faces were so oppressed that they turned pale and couldn't speak.

On the mountain peak in the distance, looking at the sword qi that rose to the sky, Mu Qing's hand was tightly clenched into a fist, his face was gloomy, "No wonder you dare to make a move, it turns out that there is already a half-step martial artist realm, they dare to make a move, I'm afraid there is more than one person....."

Zheng Xinglong's face was solemn, "Over the years, the sect has been made into a miasma, these people are in the position of elders, they want to eat and take cards, and others have a lot of filial piety, but they have converged a large number of resources, and the resources have been piled up, and it is difficult to think about not being strong!" The master and nephew are useless, and they still can't break through that bottleneck and can't perceive the realm of Wujun. ”

Mu Qing glanced at it lightly and said: "The more advanced the realm, the more you need to accumulate the perception over time, as well as the fight between life and death, you are in the position of the head, and you are entangled in trivial matters on weekdays, how many times do you have to cultivate?" If you want to break through, you need great determination and perseverance! ”

"Yes, Uncle Shi taught me. It's just that..... I can't help myself. ”

Zheng Xinglong's face was bitter, he didn't know that what his uncle said was right, but at the moment, there are many mundane things in the South China Sea Sword Sect, and the situation in the South China Sea is now chaotic, if he gives up his life at this time, there is no suitable person in the sect to take over, and it may cause chaos in the sect at that time.

Mu Qing didn't say anything more, and turned his head to look into the distance.

Zheng Xinglong's thoughts drifted into the distance.

Uncle Shi and him are in the same vein, and their interests are related.

Over the years, with his uncle behind his back, with his strength and wrists, he has also been able to suppress other veins.

It's just that the other veins have expanded dramatically in recent years, and their strength is increasing dramatically, and when their strength is enough to compete with themselves, their ambitions are difficult to contain.

This time, they are targeting Uncle Shi, why aren't they targeting him Zheng Xinglong?

If the Supreme Elder was all lifted down, and there was no one behind him to support him, how could this position of head sit down?

If they really succeed and the head is replaced by their people, it will be almost impossible for him to get ahead in the future.

This time, Uncle Shi brought Zhou Lin up, judging from his strength, although this person is young, he is already proud of his peers, even if they are elders, they are just equals.

What Uncle Shi said just now, he didn't want me to pass on the position of head to Zhou Lin, right?

.......

For a moment, Zheng Xinglong had a lot of thoughts.

Bang bang bang......

Below, there was a big explosion in the field, and in the face of the half-step Martial Monarch Realm, Zhou Lin greeted him fearlessly.

Ding Ding Ding!

It was like two bolts of lightning entangled, colliding together from time to time, bombarding each other one after another.

The air exploded, and the sword aura overflowed.

The surrounding disciples had already let go, and in the open space in front of the core disciple's cave house, two shadows were chasing, and lightning erupted from time to time.

They were too fast, with fast fights, sonic booms, unleashing terrifying waves.

"It's so powerful, he can actually fight half a step Martial Monarch!"

"Is this what he's really capable of? It's tough. ”