The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

Thirty days have passed, and this is the time they went to Xuan Yuejing. The sky is also full of fish belly white, Qin Mo and Ling Yun came to agree with Wu Yongxing.

Seeing Qin Mo, Wu Yongxing's eyes were slightly darkened, but his face showed a gentle smile. Even the abomination of Qin Mowu Yongde was surprisingly nothing to say.

On the flying boat of Qinmo Station, except for Lingyun standing quietly behind him, no one dared to stand by him.

Qin Mo’s eyes narrowed and he looked at the sun in the distance. After he came to this world, he was not practicing, or he was constantly fighting. His mind was always tight, and he has not rested so far. At this moment, his body and mind are calm and his soul is slowly. The ground relaxed.

"Liu seniors." Familiar with the woman's voice came from behind Qin Mo, Xiaoxiang figure appeared next to him.

"This time, the Xuan Yuejing is open, Lingyuehua is in full bloom, and the other three cities in the North are also going to go there, but they should enter from another entrance." Standing next to Qin Mo, Xiao Xiang casually opened the road.

"The other three cities?" Qin Mozhen opened his eyes and asked some doubts.

"Predecessors should know that even if they have the opportunity to come to Weihai to participate in the trials, they may not be able to get the income of those big gates. But there are two choices for those who can't enter the martial art. One is to return to the original interface, and the other is to stay in the sea. Of course, most people choose to stay within the Weihai world. After all, although the Weihai world is better than those of the high-level interface, it is much better than those of the low-level interface." So, what Xiangxiang thought of, The face became a bit hard to look at.

When she saw her listening to her, she smiled fascinatedly: "There are four cities in the North, and only Wuzhou City is occupied by the participants. The other three city owners are here to stay here. They are strong and strong, but generally they will not be compared with our younger generations. However, these people have lived here for a long time, and there are many excellent young people who are also qualified to participate in this trial. Among them, the famous one is Wusuo."

"Wusuo is the son of the owner of Weitiancheng. He is very strong and can be regarded as the first young disciple in the North. He should have left the North to go to the South with his strength, but he only wants to build a younger brother. Also go to Xuan Yuejing to find Lingyuehua." Xiaoxiang reached out to take care of the haircut, gently tapped his lips, and slowly said.

Listening to Xiaoxiang's so detailed, Qin Mo looked at her with Yu Guang, and he understood that Xiaoxiang had a request for him, but it is undeniable that Xiaoxiang did spend a lot of thought on him.

When the mind moved, a jade bottle appeared in his hand, and he threw the jade bottle into the arms of Xiaoxiang. Qin Mo said faintly: "Gathering Shen Dan."

Ju Shen Dan can help the monk to restore the spiritual power, it is the ability to restore the speed of the monk, it is a rare medicine than the polyling.

Qin Mo handed over to Xiaoxiang this bottle of medicinal herbs is the best yellow-level medicinal medicine. It is rare that the function of this medicinal drug is similar to that of Xuan-class medicinal herbs.

Holding this bottle of medicinal herbs, Xiaoxiang glimpsed, watching Qin ink be completely obscured by the cloak, and the eyes flashed a complex color.

The sun has risen to the heights, and a blue ocean appears in their eyes, and in the middle of the sea, a green island stands quietly there.

As the cloud boat gets closer and closer, everyone has been able to clearly see the shape of the island.

From a distance, the island is like a giant tortoise, but the tortoise is so amazing that it occupies almost a third of the sea. The island is surrounded by a layer of yellow enchantment, and even if it is far apart, everyone can feel the power of its deterrence.

There is a wide road in front of the island, which depicts a bright red transmission array. At this moment, a group of people have stood before the transmission line. The leaders are very powerful. They should be one of the three cities mentioned by Xiaoxiang.

Wu Yongde and the leader chilled, the group of people first stood inside the transmission array, and started the array outside, dazzling red light flashed, wrapped those people, and the hundreds of people disappeared.

When they disappeared here, Wu Yongde immediately took out a lot of Lingshi in the transmission array, and some of the dim transmission arrays once again shined.

After doing this, Wu Yongde waved his hand in the direction of them, and everyone walked into the transmission array.

The red light flashed in front of me. When Qin Mo once again felt that he was down to earth, the scene had changed dramatically.

Even if the person who cultivated the truth does not fear the heat and cold, Qin Mo can clearly feel the burning sensation that comes from his feet.

His place is a deserted desert. There are only a few yellow sands here, and there is no sign of any life.

Looking up and looking at the top of the head seems to add a hot sun, Qin ink brow wrinkled, glanced around the ground covered with yellow sand, randomly selected a direction to leave here.

When Qin Mo’s footsteps were just lifted up, he felt the ground tremble under his feet, and a shrill “sand” sound came from behind him.

Turning back and looking back, Qin Mo's face changed slightly, and suddenly there were more than a dozen huge red dice behind him.

These red scorpions are called sand scorpions, which are common monsters in the desert. They all have the late strength of building foundations, and they look like fish in the desert hot environment.

Even if Qin Mo had confidence in his own strength, he saw that the sand scorpion was covered with red and smashing giant tongs. The scalp was slightly hemp, and his body shape turned and he quickly moved forward. He first came to Xuan Yuejing and did not understand. The situation, at this moment do not want to conflict with these sand dunes, or save some physical strength.

Qin Mo is very fast. It didn't take long for those sands to disappear afterwards. But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he also heard the same "shasha" sound in front of him.

When Qin Mo stepped his foot, he saw more than a dozen sand dunes slowly crawling from his front. When Qin Mozhen was a god, the sand dunes that had been with Qin Mo had gradually caught up.

Looking at the surrounding sand-filled posture, the eyes of Qin Mo flashed a glimmer of light, and the face became more and more fierce.

The right hand was empty and the hand was flashing, and the thunder sword appeared in his hand. Since you can't hide, you can only kill them.

The long sword Qin Mo continued to roll, Jianguang flashing, Qin ink felt the boiling spirit around the long sword, his heart gradually raised a touch of Ming Wu, his sword is a weapon at the same time not only a weapon, he has been Just use it as a normal weapon, even if it is a sword like a broken sword, it can not exert its great power.

At the same time, Qin Mo's hand thundering sword also screamed low, Qin ink mouth slightly raised, this moment, his mind seems to be integrated with the sword in his hand.

The thunder sword in his hand slowly became illusory, as if it had become a light and shadow, and merged with Qin and ink. A huge momentum slowly dispersed from Qin Mo, and the sand around the Qin Mo was hit by this energy. The body was split and the blood was overflowing. Afterwards, they fell to the ground.

This is a unilateral slaughter, where Qin Mochang’s swords are swept away, and they take away a life in the sand.

When the sand around him fell to the ground, Qin Mo stopped the action. He gently touched the smooth sword of the falling sword, and he felt a sense of joy in his heart. This is a feeling that has never been seen before, and his mouth is slightly raised.

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"Less master, the owner has a request." The man wearing a black robe stood outside the house and bent down deeply against the house, respectfully said.

After a long time, he heard a bang, and then he felt a breeze blowing from him and saw the red horn on the ground. His head could not help but be low.

The person in front of him has become a young master in the past few days. No one knows his origins, and no one knows his strength. But as long as he thinks that he is crawling out of the horrible blood pool, everyone is chilling. Especially after he killed several unacceptable people with **** means, they were afraid of it.

"Where?"

"Please come with me." The man stayed for a while, then flashed a hint of panic on the face, heard cold noise from his side, low waist, and quickly led the way.

The dark door opened open, and the sun shone into the hall of the Great Hall, making the original dark space brighter.

"Lin Zikai." Looking at the door and pushing into the red man, there was no emotion in the depths of the hall.

In the short period of time, the Linzi station was backlit, and some of the young faces were sharp and angular. The red robes were worn on him, adding a bit of fierceness to him.

He snorted and didn't have any warmth in his eyes. He said openly: "What?"

The person who spoke before was quiet for a moment, and then he said without hesitation: "There are a few little guys who want to go to a low-level interface to add to the monks. Do you want to go with them?"

"No interest." Lin Zi's brow wrinkled and turned away from here: "I want to cultivate."

"You have to know that your strength is still too weak. Even if I stand behind you, your position as a minority is not stable." Seeing Lin Zizhen doing this, the man is not angry, still slowly said.

Lin Zixu’s eyebrows were picked up, his mouth raised upwards, and he smacked a smile like a smile. His eyes slammed with the man: “Do you want me to convince people?”

"No, I just want them to see your strength."

Lin Zizhen was quiet for a moment, then he walked away from the hall with long sleeves: "Where?"

Knowing that he was agreeing, the man’s tone also brought a few smiles: “Weihai.”