When Yang Qingyu, the rain god, saw these junior sisters, he couldn't help but shake his head, and also followed Lin Xiao's steps away.

At this time, Lin Xiao didn't know his current charm, there was no way, they had no chance to go out in this primeval secret realm, but there was no one among the male disciples here, and a large number of female disciples had become true inheritances.

Therefore, this branch is a little yin and yang, but the appearance of Lin Xiao has naturally become the favorite object of these female disciples.

has good looks, responsibility, and temperament, especially some wildness, and the most important thing is that he has the qualifications of the demon version, and he will undoubtedly be a rich and handsome existence in the future.

The majestic and ancient building is like another copy of the Jiuyuan Palace, in Lin Xiao's opinion, it is too uncreative, so you can add some other elements, how can it be a layer of unchanged, stubborn.

"Isn't this the Nine Yuan Palace outside?" Yang Qingyu's voice came from behind, seemingly answering the question in his heart for Lin Xiao.

"The reason why this place is exactly the same is because the master who built this place is dead, and this is his apprentice who built it himself."

Lin Xiao was stunned.

"Dead, how could it be dead."

Yang Qingyu covered his mouth and smiled, because at this time, Lin Xiao's expression was like a fool, with a dull expression, dull pupils, a big mouth open, and saliva was also left at the corner of his mouth, as if he was about to get out.

"As long as you beat me, I'll tell you." Yang Qingyu stood in the square, his voice was light, and his eyes looked at Lin Xiao arrogantly.

His clothes were shaken by the wind, and there seemed to be a god behind Yang Qingyu.

"Beat you."

Lin Xiao smiled slightly, and before Yang Qingyu could react, she shot away with an arrow step in the air, turning her palm into a fist, and blasted towards Yang Qingyu's lower abdomen as fast as lightning.

Yang Qingyu saw Lin Xiao who was in front of him in an instant, his pupils contracted, and he didn't have time to respond, so he had to block the punch with his hand.

Seeing this, Lin Xiao immediately turned his fist into a palm, changed his trajectory, and slapped her chest with a palm.

"Wow, senior brother is going to make a trick." A male disciple below watched with enthusiasm, as if the hand that was about to slap Yang Qingyu's chest was his.

Seeing this, Yang Qingyu also took a light bite: "Hooligans." Then he withdrew his hands and put them in front of his chest.

Seeing this, Lin Xiao smiled slightly, was he fooled like this.

Sure enough, seeing Lin Xiao's weird smile, Yang Qingyu knew that he had been fooled.

"Soldiers are not tired of cheating, if it is on a decisive battlefield, he is already dead."

Lin Xiao gave him a chance, took his palm away from Yang Qingyu's front door, and said with a smile.

"I owe you my life." His lips moved slightly, and his voice was as small as a mosquito.

Lin Xiao, who looked helpless, could only shrug her shoulders, she didn't seem to be in danger of her life, why did she owe me her life.

Before Lin Xiao finished thinking about it, Yang Qingyu on the other side finally became serious, and the god behind him finally appeared, it was an ancient god, I heard that she could control the rain, as long as she was in the rain, she was an invincible existence.

When the two of them were competing, there were already a lot of disciples and elders gathered above the square, as well as Yang Fan.

"Deputy Sect Master Yang, it seems that your granddaughter seems to have become powerful again." Wei Wuya looked at Yang Fan and smiled.

"Vice Sect Wei, you are serious, my granddaughter is like that, hey, I can't say it." Yang Fan pretends to be high, but he uses any panacea on his granddaughter.

"Peng." As the two were talking, the battle in the square intensified.

Every punch Lin Xiao threw out carried the power of Yuanchen, the power of a vast star.

Yang Qingyu didn't dodge at night, and also fist to fist, palm to palm, as if to contain this devastating punch.

But in the end, Yang Qingyu still muttered about that punch, which seemed simple and fancy, but there was a terrifying energy fluctuating, and the place where the punch touched was immediately broken by brute force, even Yang Qingyu's continuous palm was the same, the moment the two of them came into contact for the first time, Yang Qingyu felt that something was wrong, and immediately resisted with both hands.

But he was still hit to the ground by Lin Xiao's punch, smashing out a huge pit.

When these branch disciples of the Jiuyuan Palace saw it, they all shook their heads, they couldn't figure it out, the goddess of a hundred battles in their hearts had lost like this.

"I'll admit that you're very powerful, but if you just cultivate like that, then my god will be angry." Yang Qingyu shone a milky white barrier on his body, stood up unscathed, and said to Lin Xiao in the sky.

Yang Qingyu's contempt on the ground, and the attention of other addresses and elders, he could see that these people did not want to win, but instead wanted to watch the end of their loss, so that Yang Qingyu's position would not waver.

Suddenly, there was a pouring rain on the sky, and the rain was so heavy that you could feel pain even if it fell on your face.

"Be careful, my rain is not your average rain." Yang Qingyu noticed that Lin Xiao noticed the difference in the rain, and immediately reminded him.

"Spiritual Rain."

Lin Xiao looked at the sky, touched his chin, and then raised his hand, a cluster of small flames appeared in the center of his palm, and the rain seemed to be afraid of the contact of the flames, so he immediately bypassed and fell.

"Hey, old man Yang, do you know what kind of fire this is." Wei Wuya was a little confused, he seemed to have seen such a flame somewhere, but he just couldn't remember.

"The ninety-nine big demon on the list of different fires is really hot, but it's a little different, the spirit tears of the gods are actually afraid of it, this is not logical." Yang Fan didn't know what this fire was, and a trace of doubt filled everyone's hearts.

Lin Xiao was dumbfounded, this fire has always existed in his body, but at the beginning, this fire was just a seed, and finally it was planted in Lin Xiao's body, sprouting and rooting into flames, he has long been connected to the flame flesh and blood, he is fire, fire is him.

As soon as his mind moved, the flames suddenly became larger, flooding Lin Xiao's whole body, Lingyu couldn't touch his body, and Yang Qingyu's spell wouldn't work, otherwise he might not be the opponent of this chick.

"Hmph, carving insect skills, watch my rain and extinguish your fire." Yang Qingyu didn't believe it, manipulated the rain to form a water dragon, roared and rushed towards Lin Xiao.

Seeing this, Lin Xiao lightly raised the flames and covered himself and Yang Qingyu in the flames.

While the air is decreasing, Yang Qingyu's sweat is also increasing.

The clothes have long been wet, and the temptation to get wet is so tempting in the fire.

Lin Xiao only felt that his throat was a little dry, and his thinking was a little blurry.