[69 Book Bar-www.] "Despicable? Maybe! I didn't expect that the second-generation disciples of Shushan's generation would be favored by the Qilin Holy Beast with such blessings. However, when you meet me, you can only ask for more blessings. Hehehe, as long as you kill you and seize the spirit beast, who else can compete with our Kunlun Sect for the first championship in this cultivation conference?" The old man with white eyebrows smiled arrogantly, with deep greed flashing in his eyes.

"You...you...shameless! If you dare to hurt us, the head of the sect will definitely not let you go." Luo Feifei cursed with red neck.

"That old guy, Qingluan, that old guy is quite capable, but as long as the Shushan Sword Master falls into our hands, do you think Kunlun will still be afraid of Shushan? Moreover, as long as I kill you all and don't leave a living mouth, who will know that I killed it?" The old man with white eyebrows walked towards everyone with a gloomy expression.

"Bastard! Let's join forces together." Zhang Qian jumped off the Qilin mount, then waved her hand to blast at the old man with white eyebrows. "Soldiers: Style 22: Ice Soul."

As Zhang Qian took action, the rest of the people did not drag on him, and all used magic tricks to blast at the old man Baimei. Although everyone used relatively low-level magic tricks, they were more powerful. The joint attack of eleven people was still quite powerful.

However, although everyone's attack was fierce, the old man Baimei was not afraid. He saw the old man Baimei randomly cast a magic trick. In a moment, everyone's attack was like a mud dragon entering the sea and dissipating in the air. This move was the sixty-sixth style of the imperial road: the eight-yuan barrier.

"No, we are not his opponents. Everyone should withdraw quickly and report the news to the leader. We must not let his plan succeed." Seeing that the momentum was wrong, Han Yu immediately swung the Ziqing swords and fled with the sword.

Seeing Han Yu leading the way, the rest of the people thought they were so angry that they gritted their teeth. This cowardly guy ran away alone when he encountered danger. He was still the second senior brother.

"Purple-green double swords!!" The old man with white eyebrows was stunned when he saw the sword that Han Yu drew out, and immediately raised his foot and chased after him.

When everyone saw the strange behavior of the old man Baimei, they were stunned, but they quickly understood. The old man Baimei caught up with Han Yu, raised his hand and grabbed Ziqing's two swords.

Love this little old man is using the divine sword!

"Hmph, the Ziqing Double Swords are the treasures of Shushan. Wouldn't it be a waste to hand them over to your little doll? It's better to leave them to this Taoist priest to keep them for you." A red light shot out from the palm of the white-browed old man, and he wrapped the Qingluan sword in the Ziqing Double Swords tightly.

After the Ziqing two swords were stolen, another freeze was blown away, and Han Yu decided to go there in an escape posture, which was extremely ridiculous.

"Damn it, this old man is using the divine sword." Yang Jing grabbed the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand tightly and looked at the old man Baimei with alert. The other Shushan disciples who were about to draw the sword immediately stopped. The power of the divine sword is good, but the old man Baimei is obviously a cultivator in the heaven-defying realm. Even with the help of the divine sword, eleven Shushan disciples in the Nascent Soul Realm would definitely not be able to beat the old man Baimei.

And just when everyone was despairing, a sarcastic voice sounded around, hahahaha... It's interesting. I didn't expect Kunlun's old bull's second-rate profession to be a bandit. I really feel sad for your ancestors.

Hearing the sound, everyone hurriedly looked at the ice that had just frozen Luxi. They saw Luxi in the ice looking at the old Taoist in white in the air with disdain on his face. Suddenly, black flames rose everywhere on his body, and the ice dissipated instantly.

"It's impossible, how could you just a second-generation disciple break free from the Ninety-Nine Skills?" The old man with white eyebrows did not believe the facts in front of him and shook his head in panic.

Lu Xi glanced at Xiaoqiang of Shushan below, and did not answer the old man with white eyebrows, but said coldly: Let's go... Don't get in the way.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and then understood Lu Xi's meaning. They looked at Lu Xi with gratitude, then immediately stepped on the sword, leaving only Zhang Qian behind.

When the old man with white eyebrows saw the people in Shushan running away, he was furious and immediately took out a magic weapon from Qiankun bag.

"Oh my God, it's Qingming Mirror." Zhang Qian recognized the weapon in the hand of the old man with white eyebrows at a glance, and immediately spoke in fear.

"Senior Brother, be careful, this Qingming mirror is powerful, it is the most treasure of Kunlun. Even if your immortal body is shining by it, you will never escape death." Yang Jing also recognized the thing held by the old man with white eyebrows. The function and appearance of this mirror were seen when he was reading allusions in the Shushan Library.

Lu Xi glanced at Qingming Mirror disdainfully, grabbed the void with one hand, and with a bang, the mirror in the old man with white eyebrows burst out instantly. Zhang Qian was stunned by the treasure of Kunlun's sect, and the treasure of the senior brother was pinched by the void, which was too exaggerated...

Compared to Zhang Qian, the expression on the face of the old man with white eyebrows is much richer, including fear, hatred, disbelief, and a little bit of wanting to ask for forgiveness. In short, it is abnormal changes.

He never expected that his treasure of the sect was smashed by a second-generation disciple, which was too irritating...

Lu Xi still looked at the old man with white eyebrows calmly and said: Continue, I see if you have any magic weapons. I will stand and let you use them.

The old man with white eyebrows was overjoyed when he heard this. He quickly took out a golden rope from the Qiankun bag and a scroll of paintings. He first brought the golden rope towards Luxi. The rope instantly wrapped around Luxi, but Luxi ignored the rope on his body at all, and still looked at the old Taoist with a sarcastic look on his face.

"The ten-mile map appears in the sky, and it is collected." The old man with white eyebrows flew up, and the scroll in his hand unfolded instantly. Following that an inexplicable suction force pulled Luxi and flew towards the scroll.

Lu Xi, who was tied up, was instantly sucked in. Before entering, the old man with white eyebrows vaguely saw the playful smile on Lu Xi's face. The original victory mood was mixed with some reason.

Seeing that Lu Xi was taken into the ten-mile painting, Zhang Qian immediately used the technique of thought and issued a magic trick to attack the old man with white eyebrows.

"Soldiers: Style 22: Cold Ice Soul." With a soft shout, a piece of blue ice mist blasted out from Zhang Qian's hand, which accurately hit the old man.

"Hmph, you little girl really don't know the heights of the world. Well, today the Japanese Master will teach you a lesson." The old man with white eyebrows looked cold and blasted a magic trick at Zhang Qian. "Soldiers: Style 36: Heavenly Thunder is infinity."

With the sound of bombing out, dozens of lightning lights fell in the sky and smashed ruthlessly at Zhang Qian. Zhang Qian's face changed drastically and she flew away in horror. But the thunder seemed to lock on Zhang Qian. No matter where she ran, the thunder would hit her. Without a few steps, a purple lightning light appeared above Zhang Qian's head.

Facing such a tense moment, Zhang Qian used a defensive technique "Yudao: The Eighteenth Style: The Mirror of Transformation" a second before the sky thunder struck him.

With a delicate voice, a transparent lens flashed above Zhang Qian's head. The thunder did not hit Zhang Qian directly, but instead struck the transforming mirror above her head.

The power of the heavenly thunder was transformed by the transformation mirror, but the transformation mirror was only eighteen styles after all, while the heavenly thunder Wuliang was thirty-six styles. With a few levels missing, the transformation mirror was quickly broken. A thunder with the remaining power struck Zhang Qian's back. Zhang Qian let out a painful humming and rolled to the ground. Her originally beautiful hair had a trace of blue smoke, and her two bundles of hair were raised upwards, looking very embarrassed.

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