Chapter 1808: Fight!

Lou Qianxue sat cross-legged on an ancient blue tree.
In her body, there is a combination of the heavenly sacred tree and the earth-spirited sacred tree, and she is very sensitive to all kinds of divine and supernatural spiritual plants. It didn't take long for her to find such a spiritual tree full of holy luck.
On this spiritual tree, the Holy Fortune is endless, and the output is fast and large. It is obviously an extremely rare good thing in the Holy Land.
Lou Qianxue directly meditated on the spirit tree, practiced, and absorbed the holy luck.
however……
"This is what my brother said is the tree of life. Elder Santa gave my brother the map of these gods, but my brother loved me and gave it to me directly. I must not shame my brother, even if it is not as powerful as my brother. , Get first, at least, also have to be in the top five!"
A figure flew from a distance and fell under the spirit tree, staring at the spirit tree with excitement and muttering to himself.
"Who?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed a good breath, his complexion changed abruptly, and he asked.
Lou Qianxue, who was sitting on top of the spirit tree, slowly opened her eyes and looked at the youth below.
The young man was dressed in a white robe with a small pagoda embroidered on his chest-a holy pagoda.
Lou Qianxue raised her eyebrows slightly, and actually met the Holy Tower disciple again?
What a coincidence?
However, from this person’s words just now, she got a piece of news—Santa actually knows the map inside, and the Santa disciples may also know some places with rich holy luck...
This is almost cheating, right?
In this way, the holy tower that is transcendent is not really transcendent.
She did not answer the Santa disciple.
The Sacred Tower disciple had already spotted her keenly, looked straight at her, saw the unparalleled little face, and paused: "It's you."
He lifted his chin slightly, with a bit of arrogance: "I've heard of you, the so-called first arrogant of this generation outside the territory, the world claims that you can suppress all the arrogant of this generation...but...he..."
At the end, he had endless contempt in his tone, and in his expression, he did not put Lou Qianxue in his eyes.
Lou Qianxue was not angry at all, and only said: "I found this place first. I have been practicing here for some time. If you want holy luck, you should go elsewhere."
"You?" The Holy Tower disciple's eyes narrowed slightly: "You are also worthy of staying here to absorb the Holy Fortune? Can you keep such a divine thing as the Tree of Breath?"
Lou Qianxue looked down carelessly: "Everything has to come first and then arrive. If you take action, I will assume that you are stealing my luck."
When the people outside the world see the Holy Tower disciples, most of them are very respectful, like Lou Qianxue, who is calm, neither humble nor overbearing. The Holy Tower disciple's eyebrows moved slightly, and he became a little interested, and said: "Even if I really want to grab your holy Lucky, what can you do?"
"Not so." Lou Qianxue raised her beautiful eyes to look at him again: "The battle for the saint son originally puts'struggle' as the first. It is normal for you to compete for my holy luck, but..."
Her cherry-red lips curled slightly: "I once met a sacred disciple who called himself Ke Qingsong. I don't know if you know him or not. When he met me, he thought he could get something back, but in the end he was defeated. Here, you have lost your holy luck... Are you sure you want to send your holy luck to me like him?"
"You?" The Santa disciple opened his eyes in shock: "You actually defeated Ke Qingsong?" But soon he reacted and said angrily: "What is meant by transporting your own saint to you? Do you really think you Can't beat me?"