Qiao Bo, a disciple of the Ice Blue Holy Land, smiled indifferently: "You disciples in the Sky Holy Land want a seat? The disciples of the Holy Land who participated in the Wind and Cloud Holy Society are each a genius among geniuses, and each is the strongest person in the Holy Land. They are naturally qualified to sit down in my Ice Blue Temple. However, I don't think that these disciples in the Sky Holy Land can also be on an equal footing with them!"

It means that the disciples from the Holy Land of the Sky are all waste.

"Brother Qiao Bo is right. I want me to tell you, your disciples from the Holy Land in the Sky are not even qualified to enter the Temple, and they are only worthy of standing outside the gate of the Temple!" Suddenly, a disciple of the Holy Land clapped his hands and smiled: "Brother Qiao Bo can let you in, it is already giving you face to the wastes in the Holy Land in the Sky. Do you wastes still want to have a seat?"

When Wang Xueru heard this, her pretty face turned red with anger.

All the disciples in the Holy Land of the Sky all looked ugly.

"You dare to call it a genius among geniuses? The strongest in the holy realm?" Suddenly, a cold voice sounded.

Everyone looked at it and said that it was Huang Xiaolong beside Wang Xueru.

Qiao Bo, a disciple of the Ice Blue Holy Land, had a deep face when he heard this. When he was about to yell at Huang Xiaolong, suddenly, Huang Xiaolong, with a indifferent face, stretched out his hand. Qiao Bo's face changed dreadfully, and then he screamed in a muffled manner. His whole person was shot away and printed onto the stone pillars of the hall.

It happened suddenly and everyone was shocked.

Wang Xueru was also shocked.

She was surprised that Huang Xiaolong could slap Qiao Bai, who was at the peak of the late stage of the Ninth Level of the Holy Realm, and even more surprised that Huang Xiaolong dared to attack Qiao Bai.

This is the Ice Blue Holy Land!

Huang Xiaolong is desperate?!

The other disciples of the holy land also stopped and looked at Huang Xiaolong in disbelief.

Huang Xiaolong ignored everyone and his eyes fell on the disciple who clapped his hands and said that the disciples of the Holy Land of the Sky were useless and did not even have the qualifications to come in.

The disciple of the Holy Land changed his face. He was the disciple of the Demon Butterfly Holy Land this time, named Song Hai, who was also the peak of the late stage of the Ninth Level of the Holy Land. He was about to get up and speak, but suddenly, Huang Xiaolong took him in front of him.

Huang Xiaolong pinched Song Hai's neck and his eyes were indifferent: "Our Sky Holy Land is not qualified to come in? In my opinion, just a waste like you are not even qualified to stand outside the gate!"

Song Hai's face turned red as purple, and he looked at Huang Xiaolong with fear and anger, extremely angry and ashamed: "Rebellion! You are looking for death! The Holy Land of the Sky is looking for death. Why don't you put me down quickly!"

"Let me let Brother Song Hai go!" The disciples of the Demon Butterfly Holy Land reacted, jumped up one after another, and rushed towards Huang Xiaolong. However, before these disciples could get close to Huang Xiaolong, they were all bounced back with one hand and hit the corner of the hall, vomiting blood.

The hall was in chaos.

The disciples of the major holy lands who were originally sitting safely jumped up one after another and looked at Huang Xiaolong in shock. First, he slapped Qiao Bai with his palm, then took Song Hai. Now with one hand, all the disciples of the Demon Butterfly Holy Land vomited blood and flew backwards. This!

Wang Xueru and the disciples of the Cangqiong Holy Land also looked at Huang Xiaolong with shock. All this changed too quickly, so fast that Wang Xueru's mind was still muddy and she didn't react for a while.

She just looked at Huang Xiaolong with shock and stared at Huang Xiaolong blankly.

This is really different from what she originally thought on the road.

After Huang Xiaolong waved the disciples of the Demon Butterfly Holy Land, he looked at Song Hai with a blank expression: "You said, our Holy Land in the Sky is looking for death? Believe it or not, I will destroy your body now!"

When Song Hai heard this, he was shocked and angry and laughed: "Destroy my body? Huang Xiaolong, are you making the fart of your mother? If you dare to touch a piece of my hair, you will have to be buried with you in the holy land of the sky! Do you know? Tell you, I am!"

He wanted to tell Huang Xiaolong that he was the son of the leader of the Demon Butterfly Holy Land.

He wanted to know Huang Xiaolong's identity and panic when he knew him.

However, before he finished speaking, suddenly, Huang Xiaolong tightened his hand and twisted his neck directly, twisting his head down like that!

Everyone was stunned.

"You, he is the son of the Demon Butterfly Holy Land Sect Master!" Wang Xueru was shocked and couldn't help but shout at Huang Xiaolong.

Although Huang Xiaolong's strength shocked her, Huang Xiaolong's current actions were like pushing the holy land of the sky into a fire pit that perished.

Facing Wang Xueru's reminder, Huang Xiaolong punched Song Hai's body.

Blood rains are flying.

Wang Xueru, the Holy Land of the Sky, and all the disciples of other holy lands are stunned.

Qiao Bai of the Ice Blue Holy Land, who was slapped by Huang Xiaolong, swallowed the pills of the disciples of the Ice Blue Holy Land. When he saw this scene, he was also dazed.

Huang Xiaolong's face was indifferent.

In fact, Song Hai is the fourth son of the Demon Butterfly Holy Land Sect Master, so why don’t he know? On the way, Wang Xueru had introduced and described the disciples of the leaders of various major holy lands to him in detail, so Wang Xueru didn’t need to remind him again.

"This, is this crazy? This Huang Xiaolong is crazy?" A disciple of the Demon-Sealing Holy Land murmured to himself.

Wang Xueru's pretty face was even pale.

Huang Xiaolong actually destroyed Song Hai's body? Even Tang Jin, Yuan Yue would not dare to do this. Although the strength of the Demon Butterfly Holy Land is not as strong as the Tanglong Holy Land and the Cold Desert Holy Land, it is second only to the Tanglong Holy Land, the Cold Desert Holy Land and the Ice Blue Holy Land, which is enough to rank in the top four.

At this time, a holy light flew out from Song Hai's head. It was Song Hai's holy soul. Huang Xiaolong captured it with one hand, captured it, and threw it into the Cangqiu Dao Palace to suppress it.

No one spoke in the hall for a while.

Even Qiao Bo, the disciples of the Ice Blue Holy Land.

At this moment, halfway up the mountain of Leihuo Holy Peak, several groups of disciples were walking towards the Ice Blue Temple. These groups of disciples were the disciples of Tanglong Holy Land, the Cold Sacred Land, and the Chu Fan Holy Land.

Because Tang Jin and Yuan Yue relied on their own identities, they came a little late with the disciples of Tanglong Holy Land and the Desert Holy Land.

Chu Zhouyun, who was with Tang Jin and Yuan Yue, smiled and said, "Wang Xueru and Huang Xiaolong have already arrived at the Ice Blue Temple. I don't know what will happen if they know that the Sky Holy Land has not been arranged for seats."

In fact, this matter was "proposal" for Qiao Bo, the Ice Blue Holy Land.

Tang Jin laughed and said, "You should ask Qiao Bo to arrange for the disciples of the Holy Land of Cangqiu to serve tea and water to all of us."

"This proposal is good." Yuan Yue clapped his hands and smiled.

Chu Zhouyun smiled and said, "Okay, when I arrive at the Ice Blue Temple later, I will make a proposal to Qiao Bo."

Three people laughed.

Soon, the three of them saw the Ice Blue Temple. Although Qiao Bai did not come out to greet him, everyone was surprised, but they didn't think much about it. However, when Tang Jin, Yuan Yue, Chu and Zhouyun and the disciples of the Tang Long three holy land walked into the temple, they saw a scene in front of them, and they couldn't help but be stunned. The hall was in a mess, as if they had fought.

"Brother Qiao Bo, are you?" Chu Zhouyun couldn't help asking when he looked at Qiao Bo who was obviously injured.

"I heard that you asked him not to arrange seats for our Sky Holy Land?" A cold voice sounded.

Chu Zhouyun, Tang Jin, Yuan Yue and others looked at it.
Chapter completed!