Chapter 655： Junior brother take medicine

"Ru Ge, aren't you going to watch your junior brother martial arts competition? I guess, it must be very exciting, let's go."

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, then turned and walked towards the distant battle platform.

Behind him, Feng Ruge looked at the tall white figure, only feeling a chill rising from the soles of his feet, and the evil fire in his body had dissipated a lot for no reason.

She found that she never seemed to understand Ling Xiao.

Whether it was his words, deeds, and cultivation methods, they were very different from those of Destiny she had seen before.

However, it is impossible for a villain to kill Destiny. This is the law of the ages.

What is going wrong?

"Song?"

Ling Xiao stopped, turned his head to look at Feng Ruge, a bright smile burst out on a clear and handsome face.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you always sway the gods? Are you so serious with me?"

"I…"

Feng Ruge wanted to say something but stopped, but in the end he didn't say much. He raised his foot to catch up with Ling Xiao, and walked side by side towards a battle platform in the distance.

Regardless of what identity Ling Xiao set up, such an inexplicable young man would still be dead, otherwise it would be disturbing.

On the square, the competition gradually came to an end.

Countless disciples gathered in front of the temple and talked about today.

Only on the last battle platform, two disciples wearing Xuanzong robes stood opposite each other, yet to decide the victory or defeat.

Only at this time, there were not many onlookers around the battle platform, and it was obvious that everyone was not interested in the contest between the two.

Chen Qingshan, the famous waste of the seventh peak, is the kind of real waste.

If it were not for luck, he would not even have the qualifications to stand here.

Two rounds of byes, this Chen Qingshan should be most grateful, is the son of Ling Xiao.

If it hadn't been for the Son of God to take the initiative to fight, there would be no more places for this bye.

It's a pity that luck is too vain after all.

Of course, most of them think so.

But only the wisest readers can understand...Luck is the most indispensable thing on the road to the peak of the nine days.

Otherwise, why did the destiny get the destiny for good fortune?

If Destiny wants to sleep, there is a pillow from the Nine Heavens Profound Girl?

My villain wants to sleep, but... is the childhood sweetheart of Destiny who accompanies you to sleep?

I turned my head and made people blow my head.

"Hahaha, isn't this Chen Qingshan, Junior Brother Chen? Junior Brother Chen, I advise you to surrender quickly, and I will accidentally kill you after a while."

Opposite Chen Qingshan, a slender and handsome Xianzong disciple chuckled softly.

"Senior Brother Hou... let's... let's have a fight."

Chen Qingshan's eyes were obviously jealous.

Hou Xiu, the first disciple of the third peak, is forty years old, in the third stage of Shenhou.

Not to mention Chen Qingshan, a person of Xuanqing, even if it is a senior brother and sister of the same **** level, it may not be the opponent of this senior brother.

No way, people are old and have good resources.

His father is the third peak master! !

On weekdays, this Hou Xiu relied on his identity and went wild.

He said he was going to kill himself later, 80% of the truth.

However, if he fell without a fight, he somewhat lost the face of Seventh Peak.

So, try your best.

"Fight? Puff! Chen Qingshan, I'll give you a chance. You don't cherish it. You will die on stage later. Don't blame the brother for being cruel."

Hou Xiu sneered, the fairy sword in his hand suddenly came out of his body.

"A Trash apprentice taught by Master Trash, who gave you the courage to fight with me?!"

A ray of killing intent shot into Hou Xiu's eyes. Before Chen Qingshan could react, there was already a bright sword on the fairy sword in his hand.

"Om."

The loud sword roar suddenly resounded through the world.

I saw Hou Xiu stepping out and slashing in the air.

The endless sword intent surging into the sea, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, instantly enveloped Chen Qingshan's figure.

The dazzling sword light attracted the attention of many disciples around.

Just waiting to see the young figure crumbling under the sword light, many people's eyes suddenly raised a touch of sarcasm.

Brother Chen, aren't you floating?

A Xuanqing ant, don't surrender quickly, waiting to be sentenced?

just! !

Facing the sea of ​​sword intent, Chen Qingshan's eyes suddenly flashed scarlet.

Before taking the stage, he had taken the pill that Feng Ruge had given him. At this time, he only felt the blood and blood burning all over his body, and he felt a little uncontrollable.

"Qingyou, you can inform the people of the Demon Sect that they are ready to attack the mountain."

Below the battle platform, Ling Xiao's eyes were calm as she spoke with her divine knowledge.

"Yes! Master."

Among the crowd, Qingyou quietly retreated to the edge of the square, took out a sound transmission charm from his arms, and said softly, "Mountain Lord, the time is right."

Before the main hall, Xuyunzi's eyes condensed slightly, and there was also a trace of worry on his face.

"The child Xiu'er is so serious! Although I often teach him, he must use twelve points of strength to make a shot, but... who is the right score! That young disciple Xuan Qing Realm, this sword is not allowed. Split in half? It's really annoying to me."

Beside him, another Xuanpao old man sneered coldly. Although he was accusing Hou Xiu, his face was smug.

It is the third peak master of Xianxuanzong, Hou Shan.

"Junior Brother Xuyunzi, that disciple belongs to your seventh peak, right? If he really dies on the battlefield later, you won't be angry, will you?"

Hou Shan turned his head and glanced at Xu Yunzi jokingly, his eyes faintly provocative.

"Above the battlefield, regardless of life or death, even if Qingshan is killed, he is not good at learning art."

Xuyunzi's tone was flat, but deep in his eyes there was a hint of resentment.

The third peak master, who has always been at odds with him, is now taking the opportunity to make things difficult, which is also expected.

He just didn't expect that the cowardly little disciple suddenly became **** this time.

Unfortunately, he used the wrong place.

With Hou Xiu's strength, this full-strength cut out, Chen Qingshan is probably going to...cold.

"Hahaha, what the younger brother said is right! On the battlefield, life and death are irrelevant!!"

Hou Shan laughed, but his eyes were cold.

Pretend, just pretend to me!

I think for a moment, can you be so calm and calm.

"boom!!"

The sky was full of sword intent, and finally Chen Qingshan's figure was completely covered.

But at this moment, Ling Xiao didn't see a trace of worry on his face, even Feng Ruge's mouth seemed to be filled with a smile.

She could feel that the sanity in Chen Qingshan's eyes was fading.

Obviously, Junior Brother... has taken medicine.

"boom!!"

Just as everyone around shook their heads and sighed, suddenly a ray of golden light filled the battlefield.

The golden light is solemn, seemingly sacred and majestic, but... in that golden light, a heart-palpitating evil is permeated.

"Ok?"

The people who were about to leave instantly stopped and looked towards the top of the battle platform.

Even Hou Xiu, the smile on his face quietly solidified.

In the next moment, a figure walked out slowly from the dazzling spot of the sword light, and a golden rod with a length of about ten feet in his hand burst out with endless brilliance.

"You can insult me, but you can't insult my master!!"

Chen Qingshan looked up to the sky and screamed, his eyes completely turned blood red.

Then, under everyone's stunned gaze, he jumped straight on Hou Xiu. We villains don’t want to be a stepping stone.