Fantasy: Inherited in the same vein, the master fights with domineering power

Bang~!

Accompanied by a loud noise, Liuqu was like a spinning top performing a [-]-degree gyration in the air. If it were placed in the diving event, it would definitely be unprecedented, and there may not be any other perfect score event in the future.

"10 points!"

On the wicker chair, Xu Anshan held up the score board.

Recognized.

This level of difficulty is absolutely unique.

Liu Qu, who was hovering endlessly in the air, really went from Wudang Cao to Southern Shaolin this time, from the Piaomiao Xian Sect all the way to the Wan Jian Sect without stopping, and his brains were about to be shaken by him.

Finally stopping in the void, Liu Qu looked around and felt like the world was spinning.

The pictures in front of me are all accompanied by ghosting.

Swish~!

At this moment, the sword cultivator in white clothes holding an immortal sword appeared in front of his eyes. In his eyes, he felt as if he was surrounded by billions of sword immortals, and the shadows of the sword cultivator in white clothes were everywhere in front of him.

"Where is this place?!"

Liu Qu held his forehead with one hand and kept shaking his head.

The sword cultivator standing opposite him said nothing, and Liu Qu was furious at being so ignored.

"presumptuous!"

"I am a saint, how dare you, the sinful cultivator, ignore me? I'm looking at you..."

The swordsman in white clothes frowned.

The sword in his arms was unsheathed, and the hilt of the sword hit Liu Qu's chin with a bang. Standing in the void, his feet were still unable to stand firm. The world was still spinning in front of him, and he reversed himself from the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect to the Piaomiao Immortal Sect. .

Until then, a willow tree roared outside the Wanjian Immortal Sect.

"Man!"

Hearing this familiar voice, the swordsman in white raised his eyebrows.

Looking closely, it was clear that Baimang was holding a strong willow tree alive. The roots of the willow tree were still covered with fresh mud. It looked like they had just been pulled out not long ago.

"Look at what I'm doing, and I'm asking you where are you?"

Bai Manghuo, who was holding the thick trunk of the tree with his little hands, stretched his neck in astonishment.

"Don't tell me that my hard work has been in vain again. I chased him all the way from the Piaomiao Immortal Sect to our Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect. Now you are telling me that you have beaten me back?!"

"what?"

"You are playing with Zhao Sandao, can you take me with you?"

"How about I feel a little involved?"

"All my trees were uprooted!"

The white light hugging the willow tree is lifeless.

When she was in the void of Piaomiao Xianzong, she saw Liu Qu acting like a brat and wanted to go up and punch him twice. Unfortunately, Zhao Sandao, that bitch, didn't come early and didn't come later, so he pinched him a little bit.

Unable to find a chance to take action, she happened to see Liu Qu transform into a spinning top.

She pulled up a nearby tree.

I'm just waiting for a home run for Liuqu 'duang'.

Unexpectedly, Zhen Wudi snatched him alive.

"Why are your hands so fast?" Bai Manghuo pursed his lips tightly while holding Liu Shu. Zhen Wudi, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly raised his eyebrows and twitched his pink lips, "Maybe you can catch up now."

"Let me put it in your words, you are holding back your words!!!"

The white light in the void was almost about to explode. He bit his lip and chased out while carrying the willow tree.

"Stop, don't turn around!"

Swish~!

A willow tree was blowing away in the wind, and Zhen Wudi watched the figure silently.

"Do you think she is sick?"

Suddenly, a tall figure fell beside Zhen Wudi. Even Zhen Wudi couldn't help but envy those straight and slender legs.

You don't even need to look at the face, just look at Zhen Wudi's legs to know who is coming.

Jia Mercy!

In Zhen Wudi's eyes, she should be called the number one leg in the world.

"Obviously she's just a little potato, but she likes big ones. She opens and closes her arms when beating people, and she always likes to pull out willow trees. Look... who can tell that there's her behind the willow tree."

"little guy."

"Other monks thought the willow tree had become a spirit when they saw it."

Sister Yu's voice could not be heard in his ears, and Zhen Wudi also pursed his lips and whispered softly.

"She has always been abnormal."

"Shazhuo, you actually spoke!" Jia Mercy, who was still looking at Bai Manghuo with disgust, looked at Zhen Wudi for a long time, as if he had heard some ghost story, "Aren't you mute?"

What's the situation?

In Jia Merci's memory, she had never heard Zhen Wudi say a word, not even through spiritual transmission.

No matter when, she is holding a sword.

Look up to the sky.

One glance lasts a day.

Zhen Wudi raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and when he saw this eye contact, Jia Merci spread his hands.

"I'm not Bai Manghuo. I can't understand you. How did you and Bai Manghuo do it? She can translate what you said just by looking at you. Have you two done any training in private? ?”

Zhen Wudi, who was holding the sword, shook his head and immediately opened his pink lips.

"Why did you come back?"

"Come back and borrow some people." Jia Merci grinned, and Zhen Wudi frowned in surprise, "Aren't you and Wu Rende both there? Do you still need to go back to the sect to borrow someone while you two are here?"

"Oh~"

Jia Merci's eyes were full of smiles, and his eyes were full of satisfaction when he looked at Zhen Wudi.

"I didn't expect you to have such a high opinion of Wu Rende and I. We had less contact with each other before. I thought you might not even know who I am."

"I...I've always been paying attention."

Zhen Wudi pursed his lips and whispered with a blush on his cheeks.

"Cute pinch~"

Seeing the blushing little face, Jia Merci couldn't help but raise her hand and pinch Zhen Wudi's cheek, and then looked around with alert eyes.

"Didn't anyone else see it?"

"Probably not. No one dares to come when I'm standing here." Zhen Wudi said, and Jia Mercy also smiled slightly, "I saw that you were always cold and cold before. I thought you had such a personality, but I didn't expect that you are quite different. Sister, why are you keeping such a sullen face when you are so cute?"

"Bai Manghuo said that if I don't speak, I have the temperament of the first generation."

"Oh~"

Jia Merci looked stunned.

"I agree with this. You can't help but feel shy when you speak, and that invincible attitude disappears. Bai Manghuo's judgment is quite accurate."

"It's hard work for you to admit so much."

After hearing this, Zhen Wudi immediately shook his head and bit his lip lightly.

"I didn't feel hard."

"You all have more important things to do, but I can only guard the fairyland and protect the sect. Compared with you, I am already very relaxed."

Jia Mercy didn't refute this, just smiled with his eyes narrowed.

"Being able to talk is much better than Bai Manghuo."

"Then what happened when you returned to the sect this time and needed someone from the sect to be transferred there?" Zhen Wudi looked confused, Jia Merci stared at it and said, "Actually, it's nothing special. Wu Rende and I were originally sect members. The one who can live with it is...that senior sister of the Sixth Generation has returned to her ancestors!"

"Atavism, Ten-Tails?"

Zhen Wudi had a look of surprise in his eyes, and then blinked in confusion.

"It's a good thing."

"Yes, that's good. The question is... She can return to her ancestors just by saying she can. If we are willing, then will the other tribes in the world be willing?"

Jia Merci spread his hands and asked himself questions.

"Obviously..."

"They don't want to!"

(Thanks to 'A?Boom?' Brother Zhaozhuo for the extravagance~)