"Master, Zhenyi found the fruit." Zhenyi carrying a black knife, holding two fruits in hand, ran with a red face.

Heidi Zhenyue was in contemplation, and then opened his eyes and saw Tu'er running, with a smile on his face, "Zhen Yi, good practice, can't be distracted."

"Got it, teacher." Zhen Yi held out his hand, "Master, I'll give you the big one. I'll just eat the small one."

For Zhenyi, following the master to practice outside is very tiring, but he is particularly happy. This is the joy he never felt before.

He hopes to be with the master all the time, no matter where the master goes, he will follow.

Zhenyue touched Tu'er's little head, "If you practice well, you won't be happy even if you find fruit for the master every day."

"Well, Master, rest assured, Zhen Yi will work hard to practice." Zhen Yi nodded heavily, with a brilliant, yet young smile on his face.

Suddenly, I opened my eyes wide, raised my hand, and was surprised: "Master, there is someone there."

Zhenyue looked away, frowning slightly, and saw a group of people wrapped in the shield in the distance of the void in the distance, and slowly fell.

Some time ago, this gap had already appeared. At that time, he thought what was the situation, but later there was no movement, and he hadn't paid attention to it.

But now, even someone came out of it, which made him vigilant.

"Zhenyi, after me." Zhenyue said. He felt that the comer was not good, and he felt an inexplicable feeling.

"Yes, Master." Zhen Yi hides behind the Master, but Yuanyuan's big eyes keep secretly looking at the situation in the distance.

"Brother Song, this is the place of the ancestors, there are two indigenous people over there." In the shield, a disciple saw the two figures standing on the peak of the waterfall in the distance, but was surprised.

This is the first time he came to the origin of the ancestor, and the first time he saw the indigenous people, so he was curious, and at the same time, he also had a feeling of being high.

According to the records of the martial arts, the strong in the land of the ancestors are very rare. They are generally hidden in a certain place. After they come down with their strength, as long as they do not go to those hidden places, they can basically walk sideways.

When the martial arts arrive, even those strong men will be nothing.

"It's a bit weird." Zhenyue closed her brows, slightly puzzled, as if they could not see through these people.

"Master, what's so strange?" Zhen Yi asked.

Zhenyue, "Zhenyi, their breath is very strange, the power contained in their bodies is not the power we need to practice."

At this moment, the shield fell, and the people in it walked towards Heidi Zhenyue.

"Indigenous, when we saw us coming, we did not hurry to kneel to greet." Brother Song looked like an eagle, holding a red sword in his arms. Although it was unsheathed, the red sword seemed to be boiling with flames. The surrounding temperature became hot.

"Who are you?" Heidi Zhenyue asked, but his eyes were on Brother Song.

"Huh, you indigenous people, but really ignorant, we are disciples of the 33rd Temple of Xuanwu, and I am a disciple of Zong Menzhen, Song Tiandao." Song Tiandao narrowed his eyes and looked at each other. For him, These natives, like ants, are not worth mentioning.

Neither side can see through each other's cultivation behavior, because the strength of cultivation is different, it is difficult to see the state.

"Oh, these two indigenous peoples are funny. When they saw Brother Song, there was no fear, even if they didn't know that Brother Song was not a person?"

"This can't be blamed on them. How can these indigenous people know that Brother Song is a true disciple of the martial arts, who has high power and is strong, and he is a **** of swordsmanship, and weeping ghosts and gods. Both are dead, and these two natives can still look calm, that is because they do not know who we are."

The coming disciples talked to each other. For them, these indigenous people are really too bad.

Martial records, the natives of the ancestral land, dull, ignorant, and cultivated as low.

Anything from the sect, if taken out, will arouse the curiosity of these indigenous people.

Moreover, the martial arts came once a decade ago. Although there were strong people among the indigenous people, they were finally suppressed by the elders of Zongmenli.

"Xuanwu Thirty-three Heaven Palace?" Heidi Zhenyue wondered, this door has never been heard, and at the same time, he found these people very strange, as if they were not people in this world.

But all this does not matter.

"Are you using a knife?" Zhenyue looked at Song Tiandao and asked.

Song Tiandao was stunned for a while, then looked at the black knife in the other person's hand, and suddenly smiled, "Yes, why? Want to use the broken black knife in your hand to do a fight with me?"

At this time, Heidi Zhenyue closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, a vast sword exploded.

"Use a knife, then see if you are qualified to use a knife." In a flash, Zhenyue sagged the tip of the knife, and the black man's knife radiated light.

"Hahaha!"

At this moment, the advent disciples laughed. They seemed to have heard the big joke. They did not expect this native to even say this to Brother Song.

This is Brother Song, a true disciple of the school, but his strength has reached the level of refining the gods and is still virtual, enough to be able to be proud of the masses.

And they are only inner disciples, and their strength is only to refine their spirits.

"Hahahaha, so funny, so funny, I didn't expect it to be as stupid as the faction said, the indigenous people are really so stupid." Song Tiandao laughed, his long sword out of the sheath.

Suddenly, when the long knife came out of the sheath, the sky was red, as if it had been burned by flames.

"This is Brother Song's inferior spirit weapon, Chi Yan Sword. It is rumored to be the elder of the martial art refiner who gathered the fire of the world and forged it. It was enough to burn three hundred miles. It was powerful and became a sword spirit. ."

The brothers and sisters were envious of Brother Song's spiritual weapon, but their strength was not in place and they had no connection with these spiritual weapons.

"Indigenous, you move, otherwise you won't have a chance." Song Tiandao said, with a magic weapon in his hand, his strength was even higher.

For these natives, he did not care in his heart.

"Darkness!"

Zhenyue took a sip, and the black knife in his hand crossed the sky and then suddenly slammed into it.

"What? Indigenous, are you teasing me?" Song Tiandao was furious, but suddenly his voice came to an abrupt halt.

The disciples who came around didn't know what was happening, so they laughed.

"This native is really hilarious, what does it mean to draw a knife?"

"Hahaha, there is no movement, nor any mana fluctuations. When Brother Brother will take action, that scene is terrible."

suddenly!

Click!

The red flame knife in Song Tiandao's hand shattered, while Song Tiandao standing there, his body was even more snorting, split into two halves, blood spewed out, and finally fell to the ground.

"What the **** is this, how could this person be so weak?" Heidi Zhenyue wondered.

And the disciples who came to see this situation suddenly stunned, "Master... Brother."

They didn't expect that Brother Senior had even split in half.

Suddenly, everyone reacted, and even more people screamed, and some disciples took out the jade card, injecting mana in a panic, and contacting the deacon.

"Help, help, Brother Song is dead, these natives are too scary."

"Come and save us, we have to go back. The natives here are so cruel, we don't know what happened."

The panic screamed through.

Zhenyi dare not look at the situation ahead, "Master, what's wrong with them?"

"It's too weak to use a knife at all." Zhenyue disdainfully said that anyone who uses a knife, regardless of whether he has a hatred or a hatred, will challenge the other party and use the black knife in his hand to prove that the other party is qualified to use the knife.

But it is a pity that the man just now has no qualifications at all.

‘Darkness’ was one of his comprehension moves during this time. It was based on the black sword, and it was enough to destroy everything. His hard work was also to challenge Lin Fan.

"Hurry up, we came to the place where the indigenous strongmen lived in seclusion, and leave here quickly. This kind of indigenous people, only the elders of the sect can kill."

This group of disciples panicked, and they remembered that this might be the indigenous strongman the sect called.

At the same time, they are also very regretful, how could it come to this place.

But there is no way but to escape quickly. If you continue to stay, the consequences will be disastrous.

"It's not the people here, then it's alien, and the bite-bitten indigenous people are very unpleasant." In the eyes of Zhenyue, the knife flashed intentionally, and suddenly, the void slightly oscillated.

And those disciples only felt as if they were locked by something.

"Quick escape, this native is a cultivator who is the **** of refining the gods, and we are not opponents."

But when this word comes out.

To these disciples, the body seemed to be torn apart by something sharp, instantly turned into flesh and blood, and collapsed to the ground.

Even if they wore vests and treasures, they were hard to resist, and all were broken.

After solving these strange guys, Zhenyue turned and left.

The real one is following ~lightnovelpub.net~ chasing and shouting, "Master, wait for me."

Unknown world.

The deacon's expression was dull, he didn't know how many jade cards for help.

"Where did they go, the land of the ancestors, even if there are strong people, it is impossible to have so many."

"No, in such cases, report to the elders quickly."

He found that things had changed a bit.

A large number of disciples descended, but continued to call for help from the jade brand. Then it showed that something happened in this land of origin.

The disciples at the inner gate cannot support it at all, and can only allow stronger disciples to enter the land of their ancestors to see what is going on.

PS: I drank too much, and reluctantly updated one, but some could not stand it. I knocked on the keyboard and fluttered. Tomorrow I added the chapter. I will eat chicken first. I have to relax and then go to sleep. Everyone loves me so much, I will definitely understand Mine, love you, so da da.