Douluo's opening send-off system

"Xuanyuan Jingcheng invites the ancestors to die!"

An angry shout came from Daxueping, and the entire Huishan Xuanyuan Furniture was shocked.

Xu Fengnian asked Han Wuyi, "Is this what you call a big show?"

"Watch a show and teach my disciples by the way."

Han Wuyi said calmly, and with a wave of his hand, the car curtain opened automatically. Jiang Ni flew out and landed next to him. A big black dog sprang out and followed Han Wuyi.

Hou Qing's white clothes were fluttering, and she flew in gracefully. Her tied hair kept fluttering, as if being blown by the wind, and she couldn't describe her carefree mood.

Seeing that he was so good at pretending, Han Wuyi swallowed the words that came to his lips. After all, he was his apprentice so he wouldn't make trouble.

At this moment, on the snowy plain.

The battle was already at a fever pitch, and the roaring rumblings combined with the heavy rain illuminated the Xuanyuan family all over the place.

Xuanyuan Guoqi and his other remaining son stared blankly in the direction of Daxueping.

He looked dumbfounded and couldn't believe that the person who asked his ancestors to die would be the well-known wimp of the Xuanyuan family, the idiot who had studied death for forty years, the eldest grandson of the Xuanyuan family, Xuanyuan Jingcheng. .

No matter how shocked everyone in the Xuanyuan family was, Han Wuyi still walked towards Daxueping unhurriedly, accompanied by Xu Fengnian and others who got off the carriage.

"You should walk faster! If you arrive late, how will you teach your disciples after the opera is over?"

Looking at Han Wuyi who had just called him to watch a show but showed no intention of rushing and even started playing with fire, Xu Fengnian couldn't help but urge.

"Boy Xu, what kind of secret treasure is this shemale trying to refine? If you become more shameless later, you might be able to get some scraps."

After learning Han Wuyi's true identity, he felt that he had been tricked. Li Chungang, who was unhappy, said with a mean smile.

Coupled with those cross-eyes, he was not only mean, but also very vulgar. Xu Fengnian didn't comment on this, just looked at the red flames in Han Wuyi's palms.

I don’t know what kind of secret treasure Han Wuyi wants to refine, and I don’t know what kind of ore is added to refine it. As it burns, red liquid flows down, stagnating in the air, and pours out the shape of a sword. When the sword takes shape, Han Wuyi The flame in his hand extinguished, and with a flick of his finger, a burst of mist enveloped the sword embryo. The mist dissipated, and a dark sword embryo appeared.

Han Wuyi flicked his fingers again, and the entire sword body turned dark green, with an extra sword hilt.

The sword is two fingers wide, two feet and seven inches long, neither short nor long, light and agile, suitable for women.

Han Wuyi swept his sleeves and flew to the front of Jiang Ni, lying in front of her.

"I borrowed this from a three-hundred-year-old man. I originally wanted to return it, but unfortunately I didn't have the chance, so I melted it and made a new one for you. It's a gift from my master."

Hou Qing wanted to remind Xu Fengnian that the bad handsome man was still alive, but then he thought about it, the light and flexible rapier was much more elegant than the palm-wide sword, and it was a perfect match for his junior sister, so he didn't say anything.

Xu Fengnian, on the other hand, twitched his eyebrows and grabbed whatever he could! You mean you can't pay it back if you borrow it, but someone has to take it back even if you want it, right?

That poor old man should be here for the first time now.

On the snowy plain

Xuanyuan Dapan laughed gloomily when he faced the attack of his eldest grandson: "You can read about the resonance of heaven and earth, so what if you enter the celestial phenomena? You are disrespectful and attack your own grandfather. This is the saint you read in the book. Does it make sense?”

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said calmly: "It is because of you that the Xuanyuan family is so filthy all over the mountain. You have already led the Xuanyuan family to a dead end. Jingcheng is incompetent and cannot calm the world as the saint said, but you can Ability to clean a house.”

"Today, my ancestor will die and bring a new atmosphere to the Xuanyuan family!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuanyuan Jingcheng held his hands emptyly, like a saint embracing the heaven and earth. Suddenly, a tornado from the sky swept across the entire Daxueping.

Xuanyuan Dapan's eyes were gloomy: "The celestial phenomena and the vast universe are indeed the highest realm for scholars, but don't forget that the realm of your ancestors is also the great celestial phenomena! Just the great celestial phenomena you obtained in exchange for heresy, do you still want to kill me? "

"Today, it's not you who kills your ancestors, but it's your grandfather and I who kill our relatives for justice!"

Xuanyuan Dapan punched forward with a punch that was powerful enough to break through. This was the path he had followed Wang Xianzhi. Although he was imitating others, he still had some strength.

With one punch, the wind and clouds suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, Xuanyuan Jingcheng wiped away the strength of his fists with his sleeves and said calmly: "Send our ancestors to heaven!"

As soon as he was sent to the west, he appeared directly in front of Xuanyuan Pan. He hit the chest with a punch full of Confucian luck. He was knocked off the edge of the cliff and rolled to the ground. His clothes were stained with blood. He lay on the ground, covered in mud, and he was no longer calm. A calm demeanor for everyone.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, Xuanyuan Dapan took the time to adjust his breath, but Xuanyuan Jingcheng came forward leisurely, only to hear this grandson who could almost be called a Confucian sage softly said: "Doing good is like climbing, although it is difficult to reach Kunlun. If you die from evil, even Kunlun is useless. Ancestor, you really should read those books that you regard as useless. Martial arts can be practiced through secret books. If you want to become a land god, hundreds or thousands of martial arts secret books can't be done. It’s piled up.”

Xuanyuan Dapan said ferociously: "Are you worthy of speaking truth to me?"

Xuanyuan Dapan swept with his kick, and the Confucian scholar calmly stepped back to avoid it. At the same time, he stepped on the knee of the Huishan ancestor, causing him to fall to the ground in a panic and crashed into the rain.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng's robes were billowing and his orifices were bleeding, but he didn't care at all. He said softly: "Ancestor, when Jingcheng talks to you, you just turn a deaf ear. Now that the immortal is in front of him, why are you still so ignorant?"

Subtext: When I, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, used to talk to you when I was studying, you turned a deaf ear to me and I tolerated it. Now that I have stopped studying and started fighting, you still turn a deaf ear to my words, which is a shame to you?

Xuanyuan Dapan just smiled ferociously: "Becoming a saint early, you will definitely not be able to last long in this realm! I am afraid that if you don't drag me to death, you will have to run out of oil first."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said: "That's enough."

With one step forward, the person was already close to Xuanyuan Dapan, and with another punch, it was the power of a land god or a Confucian saint.

Xuanyuan Dapan's pupils shrank sharply, and he rolled around to avoid it. A big crater suddenly exploded where he was standing. Before he could stabilize his body, he kicked his chest with a kick. His bones made a cracking sound. He didn't know whether it was because the sternum was broken or whether it was broken. Broken ribs.

Another punch, another punch...

The fist fell on Xuanyuan Dapan, and in an instant, the snowy flat was like a drum, and the sound was loud!

Bang!

Xuanyuan Jingcheng flipped his palms up and directly hit the Xuanyuan Great Rock into the sky, and then followed it, the awe-inspiring holy sound reached far and wide.

"Xuanyuan Jingcheng uses the body of a saint to ask God to come to the world and clean up the dust!"

boom!

A dazzling light illuminated the entire Huishan Mountains.

Han Wuyi and the others walked slowly. Han Wuyi, Hou Qing and the others watched the thunder with great interest. Han Wuyi even wanted to intercept a newly forged weapon that came over to suddenly practice. The faces of the others were pale by the thunder.

"Xuanyuan Jingcheng, please die!"

Nine thunderbolts in a row crashed down following Xuanyuan Jingcheng's request, and a woman in purple rushed forward crazily.