In the face of the shock of Liwuzi, many people trembled, and subconsciously retreated back, while Xiao Chen's eyes were cold from beginning to end, and he said coldly: "Go." ”

"Little friend, slow down!"

At this moment, Luo Qinghe suddenly walked up, and the other five people also walked up together, they really didn't expect such a result, they were clearly in control, how could they think that a divine qin suddenly appeared in the other party's hand?

Seeing a few people blocking him, Xiao Chen's face never changed, and naturally he had expected this, and said: "A few seniors just said something first, and now that the next person gets this Fusang flower, why did a few people stop them from leaving?"

Among the six people, the purple-clothed middle-aged man was the most impatient, and said unhappily: "Even if you get it, what if you get it?

"You don't have to worry about that. ”

Li Wuzi's eyes were cold, and as he spoke, he sensed the distance with his divine sense, and now he can't delay with these people here, the more delayed, the more dangerous it is, and it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no more powerful people outside.

"Ahem......"

At this time, Luo Qinghe coughed twice, walked up, holding a wooden cane in his hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiaoyou, this Fusang flower is obtained for you, and Lao Yu will not fight for it, but I just hope that after going out, Xiaoyou can exchange this Fusang flower for Lao Yu, how about it? Whatever Xiaoyou wants, Lao Yu can find it for you......"

Before he finished speaking, the purple-clothed middle-aged man suddenly shot two cold glances at him: "Senior Luo, you don't plan to swallow this Fusang flower alone, right?"

"I'm afraid it's not appropriate for Daoyou to say this, this flower of Fusang is owned by the dustless little friend, and the decision lies with the little friend, what is the old man alone?"

Luo Qinghe said slowly, while looking at the middle-aged man in purple, two green lights suddenly shot out of his two eyes, and with a "bang", the middle-aged man in purple was shocked to vomit blood and flew out, I am afraid that the injury is not light.

This sudden scene startled everyone present, and Xiao Chen immediately secretly said that it was not good, oh no, when did the old hunchback's skill recover, could it be that he used some magic just now?

But no matter what, no matter what happens now, I'm afraid that there is no one here who is no longer its opponent, and the person who has stepped into the Lower Xuan Realm with half a foot is just talking, and if he says that he is alone from the sorrow, even if all the masters of the Xuan Realm here are combined, he may not be able to fight

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It's over him.

"Luo Qinghe, you ......"

The purple-clothed middle-aged man fell to the ground, stretched out his hand and pointed at him, blood kept gushing out of his mouth, and the disciples next to him were frightened, and the other masters of the Xuan Realm did not dare to act rashly at this time.

"Ahem......"

Luo Qinghe coughed, ignored these people, slowly walked to Xiao Chen and Li Wuzi's side, and said hoarsely: "Xiaoyou, what do you think?

As he spoke, he looked around at everyone, and the people who were within his sight were all trembling, and subconsciously retreated back, and those who were still secretly playing the idea of the flower of Fusang were dispelled from this thought in their hearts at this moment.

At this moment, Xiao Chen only felt a great pressure on his body, he didn't expect that Luo Qinghe would recover so quickly, in the name of exchanging the flower of Fusang with himself, in fact, he wanted to grab it, but he just said it tactfully, what should he do now?

"What do you think?"

Luo Qinghe looked at Liwuzi again, his pupils flashed, Liwuzi suddenly only felt suffocated breathing, under Luo Qinghe's gaze, it was like a mountain pressing on his back at this moment.

He couldn't figure out how this person had died three years ago, why did he suddenly come back to life, and his cultivation looked even deeper, and more importantly, how could this person recover all his skills after just such a short period of work?

"Little friend, if you don't speak, the old man will agree with you......"

After shocking the sorrowful son, Luo Qinghe turned his head to look at Xiao Chen again, the tone at this moment was obviously coercive and threatening, if Xiao Chen refused to agree, then the end should be almost the same as that middle-aged man in purple.

At this moment, Xiao Chen's thoughts were like electricity, what should I do now? If I want to fight, it is impossible to beat this person, there is no way, now I can only promise this person first, come to a delaying plan, and wait until I go outside.

After deciding, he smiled lightly: "Naturally, you can, but what the seniors just said, but really? If you want to change this flower of Fusang in the hands of the juniors, the seniors can find anything for the juniors?"

"En......" Luo Qinghe stroked his beard, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes at the moment seemed to have a taste of "teachable", and said slowly: "Of course you can ......"

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glanced at the person in front of him, and said coldly: "Don't get out of the way yet!"

Those people were startled, and hurriedly moved to both sides, never daring to stand in front of Xiao Chen anymore, Xiao Chen reluctantly squeezed out a smile and raised his hand: "Senior first, please." ”

"Well...... Let's go. ”

Luo Qinghe stroked his beard and walked forward slowly, but he didn't take a few steps, but he saw that his expression suddenly froze, and he stopped suddenly.

"Senior...... What's wrong?"

Xiao Chen was still smiling, but at this moment, he also felt that in the southwest direction, there seemed to be someone coming, a very powerful aura, since he came to the Eastern Continent, it was the first time he had encountered such a strong aura!

Li Weizi was slightly startled, looking at the southwest sky in a daze, only to see that the clouds over there were surging, and there was a sword light flying, and the sword light had not yet flown to the Yang Valley, and a strong wind had already set off near this Yang Valley, as if the entire valley had shaken, and between heaven and earth, there was suddenly a strong breath!

"It's the people of the Immortal League......"

Liwuzi couldn't believe it and muttered to himself.

And the rest of the people present didn't dare to move, especially those cultivators who had not yet reached the realm of refining the Void Merge Dao, just at this moment, the aura of a strong man that shook the mountains and rivers had already made them unable to breathe.

Finally, that sword light was close, the wind in the entire Yanggu was not stopping, the dust was everywhere, and in the sky, it was even more turbulent, everyone held their breath, their bodies trembled slightly, I don't know who came, there was such a suffocating aura.

And Luo Qinghe was clenching the wooden staff in his hand tightly, his palms were almost full of sweat, and the strong aura of the comer obviously caused him a very great pressure, and the person who could cause him such pressure, without thinking about it, would definitely cultivate to the Xuan Realm!

Finally, the clouds dispersed, and the sword light suddenly turned into a cyan figure, hanging in the air, only to see that the person's white hair hung down, his face was like frost, and there was a fairy mark in the center of his eyebrows, but it was an old man, and the whole person looked extremely cold.

Under his gaze, everyone was silent at this moment, and no one dared to make a sound, even a few masters of the Xuan Realm, at this moment, they were like courtiers seeing the monarch, their faces were solemn and they didn't dare to speak.

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