Chapter 152: Fuso leaf

In the valley below, the five disciples of the hundred robbers were extremely fast. In the twinkling of an eye, they passed by the crowds and stepped into the hundred feet away from the Fusang Tree. There was no sign of stopping. Continue to gallop.
"It has long been known that Tianwu Shenzhou is a generation of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and today, hundreds of robbers, Xu Chong, specially came here to teach, and also ask Tianwu Daoyou to hide private, so that you can open your eyes."
Between the gallops, Xu Chong’s Tao Xu Hach laughed and laughed, making many of the famous monks sitting in this place look at his eyes and look at him.
At the mouth of the valley, the two elders of the hundred robbers sat in the air, and their faces looked as usual, without half-waves, as if they did not hear Xu Chong’s voice.
"Hundreds of robes and fragrant incense, also want to teach you the means of Tianwu Taoyou, today's battle, regardless of Tianwu Shenzhou and the Taoist territory, only for the same generation, you can dare to fight?"
The female scent of the hundred robbers smiled abruptly. Although her voice was soft, it was slowly spread here and clearly fell into the ears of every monk.
There are also a few tens of thousands of monks in Tianwu Shenzhou sitting in this site. At this moment, when they see the looting of the hundred looters, they are all standing on the sidelines and no one is open.
"I am waiting for my heart to come. Do you have no one to dare to fight? This place is your monk of the Tianwu Shenzhou, but no one dares to take it. This is too unbelievable..."
Xu Chong’s mouth sneered, and the nine-layered repair of the Lingtai dynasty suddenly broke out. When the sound spread throughout the valley, there was a kind of arrogance and domineering revealed from his body. The whole person looked like a sharp-edged blade. Bilu!
Feeling the cultivation of Xu Chong's body, Luo Yang's eyes flashed, and did not get up and fight. Although he has only six layers of spirituality in the eyes of the soul, but ... killing Xu Chong, there is no difficulty for him!
There are tens of thousands of monks here, and there are some generations of Tibetan dragons and tigers. The other party dares to come to provocation. It must be very meaningful. Before the situation is unknown, Luo Yang will always be careful not to shoot.
Not only is Luoyang, the monks here are cold-eyed and looking at Xu Chong, and their minds are different, but no one is in the first place.
After a moment of silence, Xu Chong’s face showed a disdainful smile. When he just wanted to speak, a lazy voice suddenly sounded in the valley.
"If you want to fight, Xiaoye, I can play with you, but the premise is that you need to be able to go to Xiaoye and me. I only know that I am arrogant in the distance, but it is just a mad dog."
Although this voice is very light, but in the eyes of many monks, it is like a thunder. Xu Chong is the Tao of the Hundred Robbers. It is the point of the nine-layered Lingtai. It is in the whole Tianwu Shenzhou. In addition to the Taoist women in the major families, I am afraid that few people in Lingtai can His opponent.
What's more, the two Yuan Tianjing elders at the moment of the Hundred Robbers are at the mouth of the valley. So straightforward, Xu Chong is a dog. If it is not the beginning, then there is only one dead road!
Xu Chong's face instantly cooled down, his eyes followed the sound, and finally stayed on the five figures closest to the Fusang tree.
I saw the five-legged figure, the Wanfa Zong disciple who had a relationship with Luo Yang. At this moment, he was stretching, standing up from meditation, looking up at Xu Chong, his eyes faintly mocking. .
"Who I am, it turned out to be the way of Wanfa Zong, the war of the fighting madness."
After the eyes were swept away from the purple hair youth, Xu Chong’s eyes were shining, and the mouth was not too slow to say.
At the time of Xu Chong's opening, many monks in this place also looked at the Wan Jiangzong Taoist Jiang War and whispered in the distance.
"Hey, this madman shot, and there is a good show!"
"Wan Fa Zongdao Jiang war, but in addition to the name of the battle madman, from the time of stepping into the monastic way, after tens of thousands of battles in size and size, after each battle, he will become stronger. In the condensed atmosphere, Dare to fight against the monks of the spiritual world and kill each other!"
"It’s too exaggerating to condense the spirits of the environment?"
"What is that, you don't see that he only has nine layers of Lingtai. It is said that even the monks in the early days of Danyang can't help him..."
A voice of voice rang in the valley, making Luo Yang's eyes move, and his eyes were carefully looked at from Jiang Zhan's body, showing a deep interest.
"Where is that Xu, if you want to fight, then you will roll over, if you can't even get here, then you will roll back to your Taoist days, and the younger brother of the province will shoot." Pack up you."
The eyes swept lazily from Xu Chong's body. After Jiang yawned, he casually said that he did not put the other party in his eyes.
Xu Chong saw it, and after a slight flash of his eyes, his face was not angry, but a smile was revealed.
"But the distance of dozens of feet in the district is still hard to beat me, Xu Chong, not to mention me, even these other disciples behind me can easily reach."
Xu Chong’s smile was full of ridicule. When the monk was shocked, the figure took the lead and flew toward the Fusang tree. Behind him, the son of the female musk and the other three disciples were also disciples. The look flies indifferently.
"The closer to the Fusang Tree, the stronger the pressure between the heavens and the earth will be. The distance of 30 feet is already the limit of the nine layers of Lingtai. Even if Xu Chong and Muxiang can reach it, the three can be robbed. The disciple of the sect is only the repair of the seventh floor of Lingtai. At most, it is only able to advance to seven or eighty feet...."
The monks here have looked at the disciples of the Hundred Robbers. They have already been convinced that they have already experienced it. Before the fourth day, there was a monk with eight layers of Lingtai who stopped at a distance of 50 feet. It was difficult to move forward.
At the moment, these disciples of the hundreds of robbers are as if they have not felt the pressure of this place. Under the gallop, for a moment, it is already a distance of sixty feet!
"It's not right... Even relying on the physical strength of the body to resist the pressure, it will never be so easy. The one in their hands is..."
After Luo Yang’s gaze swept through Xu Chong’s eyes, his eyes narrowed and he stared at Xu Chong, the leader of the horse.
In front of Xu Chong, there is a leaf that is the size of a baby's palm. This leaf is yellow and fragile, and it looks unremarkable. It is this leaf that has a faint light that is constantly flashing. It is precisely because of the existence of this layer of light that several disciples can ignore the Fusang god. The pressure of the tree, galloping all the way.
"This... this is... Fuso leaves!"