Chapter 342

What's the identity of elder Su? How can he stand out for these external factotum.

Besides, who doesn't know, Su Changlao's temper is strange, and he hasn't been in the Shenjian gate for a few days at all.

Listening to Teng Ming's words, the remaining teenagers, who were originally afraid of it, relaxed again at the moment, and their eyes showed a sneer.

Although no one in the sect dared to provoke the dignified old Su, how could he help several factotum disciples to take the lead.

Looking at Tengming and others who didn't care, Xu Jiahui's face became more and more dignified today when she was determined to rob everyone of Peiyuan Dan.

Although there are many people, these five disciples are a year earlier than her "others" when they entered the mountain gate, and their strength is much stronger than her "others".

There are many people here, but they won't be rivals.

"Stop dawdling and hand over your Pei Yuan Dan. Why don't you toast instead of drinking!"

Tengming looked at Xu Jiahui and others with a sneer. His breath fluctuated, and he slowly walked forward. Mu's eyes disdained him, and he didn't take these people to heart.

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"If you want to rob Pei Yuan Dan, I'll fight with you!"

The short, stocky boy's eyes were full of anger, and he suddenly had vitality sweeping out of his body. The golden metallic vitality was bright. With a sharp momentum, he stepped forward, and his figure immediately rushed forward, with a fist in his hand directly blowing out towards Tengming.

This fist contains a kind of martial arts, quite imposing.

The metallic vitality is sharp, and the breaking wind sound of 'purring' comes out in the air.

"Zhang Qing, you are overestimating your strength. If you don't drink, you will be rewarded."

Facing the punch of the stocky boy, at the moment, Tengming didn't care. With a faint sneer in his expression, he stepped out with steps under his feet. Before the punch of the former, he leaned over very quickly.

A punch passed by Tengming's shoulder, and his sharp strength roared, shaking his hair around his ears.

But at this moment, Tengming's face sank, and he kicked hard on the belly of the young man called Zhang Qing.

"Bang!"

Under the faint muffled sound, Zhang Qing's body immediately curled down, and there were blood stains in his mouth directly ejected.

"Zhang Qing, be careful, Tengming, you are so hateful!"

Xu Jiahui drank delicately, and the vitality in the beautiful shadow immediately filled the air. The white palm protruded, the five fingers were slender, the vitality gathered, and the green light fluctuated, patting towards Tengming.

"Younger martial sister Jiahui, why do you have to take the lead for these useless guys? If you like, Peiyuan Dan will naturally not want younger martial sister Jiahui. When I become an inner disciple, I will also find a way to make younger martial sister Jiahui become an inner disciple!"

While Tengming was talking, his hand was not empty. He shook his arm with a bit of momentum, and patted Xu Jiahui with the same palm.

"Hiss!"

The two strong winds collided, and the palm prints touched, and separated with one touch. The strong wind spread, and sand flew around.

"Pedal pedal."

Xu Huixin staggered, with a rather curved and immature body, stepped back a few steps in succession to stabilize, and a little paleness surged on her beautiful face.

But this time, Tengming's body also took a step backward, and his face secretly flashed with a touch of light.

"Don't talk nonsense. I want to become an inner disciple. I will fight for it myself. You'd better become an inner disciple first!"

Xu Jiahui stabilized her body, looked at Tengming, and beichi nibbled. Her breath was stronger again, and the eightfold breath of Yuan soul state was unreserved.

Listening to Xu Jiahui's words, Tengming's face showed a gloomy color.

"I heard that younger martial sister Jiahui is talented, but in this case, it's just a test!"

Tengming's voice fell, his right foot slowly lifted up, and then fell abruptly.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a low roar of energy rang out from the soles of Tengming's feet, and the wave of vitality hit, sweeping out the nine heavy breath of the yuan soul realm.

This momentum is much stronger than Xu Jiahui's overall momentum.

Tengming sneered. This time, you must enter the inner door, otherwise the opportunity will be smaller and smaller.

Recently, if you can get a few more Peiyuan pills and increase your accomplishments by one point, you will have more opportunities to enter the inner door at that time.

"Younger martial sister Jiahui is so ungrateful, then don't blame me for not being merciful!"

As the voice fell, the transparent figure swept out in a straight line and rushed out at Xu Jiahui.

"It's only eight levels of Yuan soul realm. Although it's extraordinary, I've already been nine levels of Yuan soul realm. One level is one mountain. Younger martial sister Jiahui, you won't be an opponent!"

In a blink, Tengming's figure appeared in front of Xu Jiahui, flashing blue light in his hand, clenched it with a fist, wrapped it in blue light, and the air roared straight at Xu Jiahui.

Xu Jiahui clenched her red lips and showed a kind of perseverance on her beautiful face. She raised her hand and punched the former, and slammed into the former with a heavy punch.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided, and then there was a muffled sound from the touch of the two fists, with blue light and green light, mixed with vitality and strong wind sweeping.

"Si la la..."

Xu Jiahui's feet wiped the ground and retreated, making it difficult to fight.

"I said, you won't be my opponent!"

Tengming sneered. His figure was just a little shocked, and he stepped back half a step to stabilize his body. Then he bullied his body for a moment, and his fingerprints condensed, and a green fingerprint immediately swept out.

"Whew..."

Wrapped in vitality, the fingerprint was like an electric arc, and the sharp wind roared as fast as lightning. It was about to sweep directly into Xu Jiahui's shoulder.

Xu Jiahui was retreating, and it was impossible to avoid it, and it was simply difficult to resist it. Her face changed greatly, and her beautiful pale face lost color.

"Younger martial sister Jiahui, be careful!"

Zhang Qing and other young girls were also stunned and exclaimed, but they were unable to help, and they were not rivals.

"Hiss..."

The cunning fingerprints containing the fierce wind were about to sweep into Xu Jiahui's shoulder, when a gray figure suddenly appeared, waved and swept with long sleeves, and the cunning fingerprints disappeared directly in front of him.

Xu Jiahui was the first to look surprised by the sudden accident.

Stop retreating, Xu Jiahui raised her eyes and looked at her eyes. Her back showed a special temperament, straight as a gun and towering as a mountain!

This figure is very familiar, which makes Xu Jiahui's eyes shine immediately.

All eyes fell on the suddenly appeared figure.

Suddenly, there appeared a 16-year-old boy with long black hair and a shawl, and his skin was bronze, but he felt like a warm jade,.

The boy's face was angular, and he carried a very annoying broken sword behind his back, which was rusty, like scrap iron dug from somewhere.

It was Su Yi who came. He wanted to leave. This is the divine sword sect, and he didn't want to cause trouble.

But hearing Xu Jiahui's voice, Su Yi couldn't stand by.