At the bend of the river, the ice floes collided with the shore from time to time, leaving deep or shallow marks. A khaki tent stood beside it, and the surrounding mud and water were blood-black, as if blood had been deposited year after year.
Ever since people from the Shura Temple moved into the "Yellow Tent", it has been full of slaughter and blood. The grassland powerhouses subconsciously refused to approach, leaving a large area around.
Meng Qi was wearing a brocade robe, with wooden hairpins tied into a bun, eyes full of vicissitudes, indescribably mature and unrestrained, but his face was pale, hiding madness, as if he would go mad at any moment, and walked slowly towards the yellow tent with his hands behind his back.
"Please." The two awakened disciples of Shura Temple guarding the door just touched Meng Qi's eyes, and they felt their souls tremble, as if the great Asura Mengnan was in front of him, and he let him in without blocking or reporting.
Meng Qi reached forward with his left hand, opened the tent, and before entering, he smiled calmly and said, "Sha Ma, your disciple is still too young."
"No matter how mature you are, you can't stop the evil thoughts from intimidating you?" The dull sound sounded like a drum, and it came from the person sitting on the head. He has a high nose, wide eyes, blue eyes and brown hair. He is a typical westerner, and his facial features are like knives. But the hands are twice the size of ordinary people, and it seems to be able to crush other people's heads, and the whole body is filled with blood and blood. It is the practice of "Rahu Dharma" Asura King Sha Mahuo, the world often calls it Rahu .
Standing behind Rahu are two disciples, both in their twenties, one is tall and straight, with tough features, eyes with bloodthirsty cruelty; , full of the feeling of getting angry anytime and anywhere, just like Meng Qi knew a disciple of Shura Temple, Louga who practiced "Wrathful Appearance", a few years later, he who was originally higher than Meng Qi had not yet passed the first ladder.
And there was a person sitting in the tent, described as old, dressed in a blood robe, with thick and strange white hair, like thin snakes.
"Wanchong are you there?" Meng Qi smiled slightly, as if he had returned to his own hall, asked casually, found a place to sit down at random, and calmly.
This old man is the "liaison envoy" Venerable Wan Chong sent by Blood Sea Rakshasa.
"You can come, but the old man can't?" Venerable Wan Chong snorted coldly. He is old and senior, and he has never liked the juniors who pretend to be "extreme evil demons".
Standing behind him are two disciples of the Blood Clothes Cult. They are both men with dark red robes and crazy eyes. They only fear the strong and have no other humanity. One has thick blood and is visible to the naked eye.
Luo Hu did not introduce Lou Jia and others behind him, and there is no need to introduce them. They are all masters present. He Zengzheng saw the exterior scene without even stepping on the first ladder. He tapped the table in front of him with his huge palm and said dullly: " Terrible, there is an old saying in your Central Committee that if you have nothing to do, go to the Temple of Three Treasures, and we also have a saying in the Western Regions, we would rather fight with a straightforward person than drink with a heart-wrenching person, just say anything."
If you ask me to say it, I will say it? What a grand master! Meng Qi slowly turned over the upside-down bronze wine cup in front of him, took the wine bag, poured a full glass, put it in his mouth without tasting, narrowed his eyes slightly, and moved his nose lightly, savoring the aroma of the wine.
After finishing all this, Meng Qi looked up at Luo Hu, pointing at the man with tough features and tall figure: "Is this your personal disciple?"
At the current level, Meng Qi can roughly judge the opponent's dharma appearance by sensing the direction of blood vessels, abnormal acupoints and some characteristics, and that person is obviously also the "Rahu dharma appearance".
"Yes, I was just promoted to exterior location." Luo Hu was a little impatient.
This is the defect of Shura Temple's exercises, which bring rage, irritability, bloodthirsty and desire to fight. Whether they can restrain and control them will largely determine their achievements.
"It's the little Luo Hui who was ranked in the top three before" Meng Qi still didn't get to the point.
Little Luohu's eyes did not change, but his posture seemed to become more upright all of a sudden, showing a bit of pride, and Lou Jia next to him seemed to be getting more irritable and angry.
The two disciples behind Venerable Wanchong looked at Luohu one after another, with a hint of comparison.
"The top three on the list are too many to count, what are you talking about?" Luo Hu said bluntly, "It's terrible, you came here for the previous battle?"
"So you came here for this, Wanchong?" Meng Qi didn't answer Luo Hu, but turned to look at Venerable Wanchong with a half-smile.
Venerable Wan Chong said in a concentrated voice: "No?"
Luo Hu, who was at the top, became more and more impatient, and felt that talking to the "extremely evil demon" was like hitting cotton with a punch.
However, within a short period of time, Meng Qi took the emotional changes in the yellow tent into his "palm", and practiced Yuanxin seal by means of this.
Until then, he Shi Shiran replied: "Of course.the nomination certificate. "
She took out a head with loose long hair, a handsome face, wide eyes, full of disbelief, the blood was still flowing, dripping down Gu Xiaosang's hand.
Cao Xianzhi? Qingyuan Miaodao True Monarch Cao Xianzhi! Meng Qi's heart contracted suddenly and he almost lost control!
Cao Xianzhi died?
He was pregnant and became a master, but was killed?
With eight or nine premonitions of danger, Cao Xianzhi shouldn't be unresponsive even if someone close to him makes a move!
With eighty-nine levels of tyranny, even if several masters of the Cao family fight together, even if they use magic weapons, he still has a chance to escape!
Gu Xiaosang's small face is pale, crystal clear like beautiful jade, with a shallow smile, and in front of her is a ferocious head, which will never rest in peace. The two complement each other, giving her a strange charm.
Beautiful people are like jade, chatting and laughing to kill people, the witch is a real witch. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com