Chapter 117: external

The man didn't say anything. He shook his hands in the air in mid-air, and the old woman was held in the palm of a huge fist formed by spiritual power. Seeing that the old woman was going to bleed to death with seven tricks, Rong Xian couldn't help it.
She is very concerned about the forces behind this person. If this person dies like this, the clues are hard to find.
With her expression moved, the aura in the water spirit beads quickly enveloped a layer of mist around her body. As the figure fluttered, she could only see the fuzzy figure behind the mist.
At the moment when the mist appeared, the man's 100-meter-long aura disappeared as if swallowed by a giant beast, and his attack disappeared.
"Who!" The man asked coldly, looking at the mist that suddenly came out.
He didn't show his face, and was extremely alert in his heart. When he appeared, he didn't notice it at all. It was as if he was there, thinner than the fog, and more illusory than the fog. fathom.
Rong Xian stopped in front of the old woman and looked at the man if she could hold on for a while.
Her voice was indistinguishable from men and women, and flickering like the image now: "Her life is mine."
"Your? Grab someone in my hand, you can think of the consequences!" As he said this, a thick layer of ice formed instantly.
Only this trick can see that the man's cultivation is inscrutable.
The mist wafted lightly, and it seemed to have no effect at all. Then the man heard the man's tune strangely and weirdly said, "Oh, no one has dared to speak to me like this for a long time."
Her clothes wobbled, and a familiar sign reflected in the eyes of the old woman who had not yet lost her consciousness. The old woman's eyes were convex, which was the moonlight grass, the symbol of the unintentional cliff.
In the whole small world, only the unintentional cliff has this kind of grass, and the unconscious cliff's magic repair clothes have this mark, the difference is the quantity.
Generally, more than three moonlight grasses are embroidered on the magical repair clothes. The Hanxi lord, the condensed moon prince, and the young master Rong Yu are two. Only the prince of the actual power lord, Xixinzun, embroidered only one.
The old woman choked her throat for a long while before finally crying out, "Respect the Lord!"
Although her voice was faint, she was still captured by the man's cultivation.
The man's face suddenly changed, not only the identity of this mysterious person, but also her cultivation.
Because when the man lowered his head, he found that the ice layer covered by his spiritual power had disappeared cleanly, and there was no trace of it. Such insidious methods made him frightened.
Rong Xian apparently ignored the man, she had to get the news she wanted before the old woman couldn't stand it.
But before that, she has to clear the field.
As for the guy who obviously knew her master, I believe there will always be a chance to meet.
Moreover, she did not think that this person could have any friendship with Master.
At first glance, this person and Master are not the same.
Rong Xian snorted, and the powerful and desperate coercion made the man unable to move his eyes.
She waved her sleeves and hit the man with horrific palm force.
Rong Xian retracted her hand slowly, well, she now clearly revenge is being upright.
Who made this person hide in bad faith, so that she could not show her hands and feet, was injured by the old woman.
Then she said indifferently to that weird tone: "This palm is a lesson for you, step back."
The man covered his chest and spit out his blood, without half the resentment, and he did not dare to leak half of the negative emotions. If the demon found it, who knows if he would die here.
It's unclear how strong a man is, but the powerful and unmatched power has made him unable to resist any resistance.
He did not dare to study why the old woman recognized the news that Rong Xian knew that Xi Xinzun respected the Lord, and then Xi Xinzun truly appeared. He just bowed his head in awe and said humblely: "Thank you Be merciful and leave next. "
He flickered and disappeared quickly.
Today he has learned the frightening secrets. He believes that if he keeps an eye on Rong Xian, he should know what he should know.
The man stood in the distance and took a deep look at the training ground, leaving without looking back.
Seeing that the man did nothing tricks, but really left, Rong Xian smiled lightly, and she knew the current affairs.
Then she looked down at the old woman, her tone of irony: "I heard that you are looking for this seat. Do you think you can get the artifact when you find this seat? Really a joke."
Her tone was still dull, but the old woman heard the cold and sharp inside: "The artifact chose the Rong family 1,600 years ago. Today, 1,600 years later, it is still in the hands of my descendants. Now, you do everything you can to get the artifact, don't you know that the artifact will recognize the Lord? Oh. "
When she heard her words, the old woman's eyes widened, and she seemed to try her best to see the person behind the mist, but she did nothing.
She spit out her blood and squeezed out a word from her throat: "There will be a way in the Lord, you are just a lowly devil in the lower world ..."
Before she could finish her speech, she lost her breath.
The mists of Rong Xian's body were not scattered. Under the mists, she looked extremely dignified.
I thought the enemy was hiding somewhere in the world, but did not expect that the enemy was much stronger than she imagined.
Rong Xian sneered, since people outside Xiaoqianjie didn't take the shot in person, proving that they had some scruples, no matter what the scruples were, it was convenient for her to do it.
Looking at the corpse on the ground, Rong Xian's look remained unchanged.
She is pregnant with wooden beads, and the huge vitality in it can completely save the old woman.
But she didn't even think about saving someone. This one is her enemy. It is kind enough not to do it herself. How could she still save someone?
"Have you heard that?" Rong Xian's voice was no longer a weird tone this time, but rather a creepy dark and deep.
Somewhere behind her, the black mist floated, and Qu Lang turned into a human form, bowed his head and revered respectfully, "My subordinate heard it."
Qu Lang really wished he had never appeared at this time. Why did he have to hear such secrets in such a quick way? No matter he was an artifact or an enemy outside Xiaoqian Realm, he could not know.
Oops, Lord will not want to kill.
Thinking of this possibility, Qu Lang was wet with cold sweat.
Rong Xian did not know that her subordinates were frightened by her own brain supply. She looked deep and said, "Check me, and let Hanxi send all the people. We must hide the outside world in the Xiao Qian Realm Uprooted."
Her voice was not loud, and her intonation was gentle and gentle, but it was so light and light, and the scared Qulang shuddered fiercely.
Rong Xian glanced at him lightly, Fengmu said almost cleanly and coldly: "There will be such leaks on my site. If the magic gate is useless, there is no need to exist."