Chapter 833: Xiao clan?

In the void, the youth walked alone, and with each step there was a layer of ripples.
"Such a young man with so much affection and righteousness is rare in the world!" Looking at that young man, Uncle Han San expressed his emotion.
Unfortunately, he was powerless to help.
Then Han Yufeng shook his head again and again.
"Just let him go alone?" Han Donger's autumn-like eyes blinked, his face guilty.
This young man once rescued her brother and sister.
But now he is powerless.
This mood is beyond words.
"Let's go." Han Lingfeng blinked and said.
"Good." The Han clan next to him nodded.
According to the current situation, this young man will die and there is nothing to look at.
"Someone came in the distance." Just as the Han's elder was about to leave, his eyes flickered slightly, and he saw light and shadow coming from the distance, but when he looked closely, he found the light Stopped in the void and seemed to wait and see.
"There seems to be a supreme one there." Uncle Han San flashed his eyes and looked towards there.
"Why don't we watch from a distance first?" He later said to the tribe.
He also wanted to see how Xiao Yun would end up.
Somehow, he always felt that this young man should not be so ridiculed.
"Okay, we watch from a distance," said the elder Han.
Between words, his eyes turned and he stared into the distance.
There he sensed a powerful breath swing.
That kind of breath is definitely not available to those who live in the palace?
"Are those people the people behind Yao Yun?" Han Lu, the elder of the prospective palace palace, groaned.
From the beginning, he felt that Xiao Yun was extraordinary. There should be a big force behind such a character.
At this moment a strong man suddenly appeared in the void in the distance, which made him have to connect it.
So after weighing the pros and cons, he decided to stay and watch the changes.
However, at this time the shadow gate people did not seem to care about the sudden emergence of strong men in the distance.
Because they are clear about Wu Zong's foundation.
The most powerful person in this sect has become a prisoner under the ranks. What fears?
"Oh, this kid dare to come." When Xiao Yun walked, the strong men in the shadow gate grinned.
"Well." Wu Dianzhu sighed. Although he was in the net, he still felt the young man who was walking coldly and solemnly. Seeing this, he had to sigh quietly. There was sadness in those eyes. "You Why is it so hard? "
Rather than ridicule, it is better to leave a hope.
But Xiao Yun's move made people sigh.
"Brother Xiao!" Zhao Zheng and others blinked their eyes, and the blood in their bodies was boiling, but some of those eyes were sad.
Xiao Yun strolled away and appeared among the mountains.
"Oh, you are Xiao Yun?" Zhao envoy smiled and asked.
"Exactly." Xiao Yun's face was grim, and his expression was surprisingly calm. His eyes flashed, "Let my brother and brother."
"It's OK to let them go, but you have to hand over that girl!" Said Zhao Envoy, staring at him.
"Release people first." Xiao Yun's tone was stubborn, and the step was taken, Shen said.
There was an absolute color in his eyes.
The envoy Zhao frowned.
"Okay!" He groaned slightly, and he started.
Originally as the messenger of Shadow Gate, he was extremely cold and never gave people a chance.
Not to mention bargaining.
But this Xiao Yun is special.
He knew, however, that this young man would die.
There is no good result if this place is rushed.
After all, the purpose of his trip was to capture the young man and win that girl.
It doesn't matter if Wu Zong's disciples kill or not.
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Subsequently, the palm of this messenger shook, and Wu Zong's people were scattered in the air one by one.
The shackles of the body dissipated, and everyone quickly stabilized.
In the end, Wu Zong's disciples turned to Xiao Yun.
"Brother Xiao!"
Wu Zong's disciples came and shouted at Xiao Yun when everyone looked at him.
It's been five months since Nanyou said goodbye.
During these five months, Wu Zong's disciples thought that Xiao Yun had scoffed.
Do not want the two sides to meet at this time.
Seeing each other now, there is only endless booing.
Seeing these Wu Zong's old people, Xiao Yun also felt deeply.
At that time, they used to go to the drill together, talking and laughing.
But today, we are facing a crisis of life and death.
"You go first!" Xiao Yun took a deep breath and said to Wu Zong's brother immediately.
"So you?" Zhao Zheng frowned, and said.
Silence is also frowning.
Although at this time can be sensed that Xiao Yun's strength has increased a lot.
But this is obviously not enough to be a strong man who wants to face the palace situation.
"I have my own way to deal with it!" Xiao Yun said, with a certain sense of perseverance in the firm tone.
"The way to cope?" Wu Dianzhu frowned.
"Xiao Yun, don't come without a fight?" At this point, the messenger Zhao spoke oppositely and sank.
"You go, if you stay here, it will only become a burden for me." Xiao Yun's eyes moved slightly, glancing at the 73 practitioners in Wuzong, and there was an unquestionable flavor in the tone, which made the original Worried people shook.
"Okay, then you take care." Master Wu Dian frowned slightly, then he sank, "Let's go!"
After that, he led Wu Zong's disciples towards this distance.
Somehow, from Xiao Yun's body, he felt an unpredictable breath fluctuation.
Although it has not been seen for only five months, the temperament of this young man seems to have undergone a tremendous change.
He couldn't even see the change.
Standing together, they have a feeling of facing the superior.
So Wu Dianzhu decisively evacuated.
Wu Zong's disciples also felt the extraordinaryness of Xiao Yun.
After a little hesitation, the crowd turned away.
However, they did not leave immediately, but intended to observe the changes from a distance.
"This young man has a bit of backbone." In the distance, seven men stood on a flying boat with the head of a beast.
At this moment, a middle-aged man flashed his eyes, a slight smile twitched the corner of his mouth, and looked towards the distant mountain.
"It's boney." A young man next to him dismissed a smile, and said, "Just because of his cultivation, how can he compete with the strong man in that palace? I think this son will be ridiculed. Stop here to watch, I wonder why? "
The young man was suspicious.
He is really hard to imagine, how could this uncle pay attention to this strange young man?
"Why?" Xiao Yuanxun's eyes froze slightly, and those dark eyes had some fine flashes.
Although far apart, by virtue of his powerful spiritual knowledge, he still looked at the young man in the distance.
At the moment when he saw the young man, his heart set off a raging sea. Until this moment, he was still unable to calm down.
"This young man is 90% similar to an old man of mine." Xiao Yuanxun's eyes narrowed slightly, and after taking a deep breath, he whispered.
The words fell, but the tone was heavy.
Many past memories suddenly came to mind.
"Old man?" Xiao Feng shook his mouth, and his sharp eyes stared into the distant void, saying, "This man seems to be coming to participate in the battle for the race of all races. Although the talents are good, they can go with me Xiao Compared to the war clan, how could he be similar to Yuan Shu's old man? "
Xiao Yuanxun was silent.
"If the son of the King of War is still alive, it must be so big, right?" His eyes were full of memories.
"Old man?" Next to this Xiao Yuanxun, a middle-aged man's eyes flashed, his face groaned, his eyes tightly staring at Xiao Yun in the mountains in front of him, his eyes showing the color of memories, slowly, a figure Began to come to his mind.
"Sure enough, the two were carved almost in the same mold!" Suddenly, the man's head shook, and his face was shocked.
At this moment, Xiao Yun's eyes turned towards the distant Xiao Yun became very calm.
There was even a little respect in it.
"Uncle Rong, do you know this person?" Seeing this, Xiao Feng frowned, and his heart was even more curious.
"This son is indeed similar to an old man!" Xiao Yuanrong flashed his eyes, Shen said.
"Who is it?" Seeing Xiao Yuanrong's expression was the same, the suspicion in Xiao Feng's eyes became stronger.
"King of war!" Xiao Yuanrong blinked, and the word of the king of war spit out in the mouth, making this void become dignified.
There are two young people and two elders above the flying boat.
When he heard this, everyone's eyes flashed.
An extremely dignified expression emerged.
King of War!
This is an unforgettable character for the previous generation.
Xiao Feng's descendants are also heard.
"Uncle Rong was talking about Xiao Zhentian, who was the fascinating capital twenty years ago, King of War?" Xiao Feng asked, blinking.
"Um." Xiao Yuanrong nodded.
"He?" Wen Yan said, all the faces on Feizhou's face changed.
At the same time, the young man's eyes turned towards the front and became weird.
Xiao Zhantian!
This is a brilliant genius.
At that time he left a huge name in Tiandu Yu.
It's just that this character has become a taboo topic after a certain period of time.
Therefore, although Xiao Feng's descendants have heard of this person's name, they don't know much.
However, the elders are like Lei Guaner about the name Xiao Zhantian ~ EbookFREE.me ~ On this flying boat, Xiao's people are paying close attention to the front.
And there, at this time Xiao Yun was opposed to the shadow gate.
"Xiao Yun, hand over that little girl!" Zhao Messenger glanced back and sneered, "With your practice, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you cannot escape the pursuit of my shadow door. Come out, you and your brothers will be free from suffering. "
"Human, I won't pay!" Xiao Yun blinked, staring at the messenger Zhao, saying, "unless I die."
"I knew you were a hard bone," said the envoy Zhao, coldly, "just, do you think you can escape?"
The words fell, and a sneer aroused from the corner of this messenger's mouth.
Skynet!
I only saw the foot of the messenger Zhao step forward, his hand shakes, a huge net with a flash of black light is sweeping away towards Xiao Yun, this huge net is like he was trapped in Wu Zong Na Qi The giant net of 13 disciples. ()