Chapter 1284

"I'm a little curious. Can you tell me what you want to do with these people?"

"Nothing. I just want to have some deep communication with these people."

communication?

Communicate what.

Tianxuan palm sect doesn't intend to ask any more. Although he can't contact too many experts with his strength, he still has no problem finding a few people with strength and blood.

It's much easier than asking him to take a few ten thousand year elixirs.

After situ Mo left, there was a smile on his mouth.

"This day, old Xuan is also a generation with simple mind."

"Why do I want that list? Of course, I'm going to kill those guys. If their blood can improve my strength, they'll die well."

Situ Mo urgently wanted to improve his strength in order to deal with those hiding in the dark.

What Tianxu Taizu, he doesn't pay attention at all.

The only thing that can make him pay attention to is the king of poison law.

"Although these people are just some mole ants, it's like never. If they can improve their strength before cutting the king of anti-virus law, they can improve some."

After Simao left, he went to help this group of disciples improve their strength according to the Tianxuan sect.

On the martial arts field of Tianxuan gate, these dozen disciples practice here, one by one, looking very arrogant and domineering.

It's not their fault. After hundreds of years of cultivation, they have reached the peak of immortals. The most important thing is that these people have reached the limit of the bottleneck.

It's impossible to break through Zuxian in this life, so I'm not afraid in Tianxuan gate. On the contrary, I don't care about my life at all. It looks like a broken pot.

"We people have taken a lot of pills, pills and magic weapons from people who eat and drink Tianxuan gate these years."

"This time, it's our turn to repay zongmen. I'll kill ten in the challenge arena."

"It's funny that you want to kill ten. I'll kill at least thirty of them."

"Brag, you."

"No blowing, no black." After this war, maybe they are gone.

A group of people talk and laugh, but they know better than anyone else.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest, and so is the sect. It's impossible for you to occupy resources without doing anything. In that case, the sect has gone backwards.

Du Yaolong said with a smile, "everyone, they are dying anyway. It's better to compete with each other here today."

"Maybe some of us can get some promotion?"

promote?

Are you kidding? The cultivation of these people stagnated two hundred years ago, and it is still the same in practice.

However, all the people present passed the time and stood up one by one.

"Younger martial brother, I, Feng yaoyang, practiced the art of resisting the wind and reached the peak of immortality 200 years ago."

"Now, it's still the peak of immortals. Come on, come on, everyone, who will experience my moves."

"I'll do it."

One person walked out of the crowd. He looked ruddy, but he was already white headed. It was obvious that he was not young.

"Zhou Yuan, an immortal who became one hundred and fifty years ago, is still an immortal now. It just keeps up with the changes of heaven and earth. Now Shouyuan is reduced. It has not been broken through in the past 150 years and has become white."

"The master practices the magic power of swordsmanship."

"Okay, okay, okay." Many people applauded.

Soon they fought, and there were two figures in the void. The void appeared as a ripple. They shuttled from one void to another, shattered the void, and killing moves appeared frequently.

When these people were fighting below, they didn't notice that someone was watching them nine days above.

It's situ mo.

"In fact, the foundation of these people still makes do with it, that is, they don't have much talent and haven't experienced quenching, so they are so useless."

"If I had taught these people earlier, I'm afraid I would have achieved Zuxian."

Below, more than a dozen people have found their opponents, one by one.

The martial arts training ground is carved by the palm sect. It is very strong. Even if the ancestor fairy comes, it can't be broken.

The strength of this group of people is basically close and equal.

In the end, it's basically no one.

"I heard that the palm teacher found us an expert to guide us?"

"I don't know who it is?"

"Whatever."

"If it's those straw bags among the true disciples, I'm too lazy to listen to their command."

"Is Zuxian very awesome?"

"Yes, labor and capital want to compete for honor for Tianxuan gate. To die, at least find a yuan fairy."

A group of people basically mean that.

I don't know when there was another figure on the martial arts field, with his back to the people.

"Did you notice when the boy came?"

"No, I remember there was no boy just now."

"I remember, this is not the boy who went to see the head teacher with us this morning."

"You know? What's his name? "No?"

"I've been closed for 150 years. I left the Customs a few days ago. How can I know this boy?"

"What if you know him? What if you don't know him? Judging from his clothes, you also know that he is a true disciple. Just perfunctory. You should eat, drink and play for half a month."

"That's right. I'm leaving. I'll go out and have a good time."

These people have no fighting spirit.

However, when they were leaving, situ Mo was shocked and suppressed by the powerful power of Yuan Xian.

A group of people were pressed / fell to the ground on the spot and couldn't move.

"What, is this boy Yuanxian?"

"He is still so young. How can he be Yuanxian?"

A group of people struggled on the ground, but they couldn't get rid of the power of Yuanxian.

The facts were in front of them and they couldn't help believing them.

"Tianxuan palm sect asked me to help you improve your strength. After a preliminary look, you people here are rubbish."

"I'm a simple and rude person. I'm a waste. I should be suppressed."

"Even if you want to be cannon fodder, you have to see if you are qualified."

This group of people have lost their fighting spirit. For situ Mo, these people are already a corpse. People without fighting spirit are not qualified to participate in the Kyushu challenge arena.

Many people began to curse.

But the more they scold, the more power they put on them.

Situ Mo flexed his fingers, and the zongmen array was directly mobilized by him. The majestic pressure also rolled down, and a group of people hemoptysis one after another.

Situ Mo just sat here.

It's not hard practice, but helping this group of people ignite their fighting spirit.

"Damn it, this boy dares to belittle us."

"Let's work together to break through his authority."