Vol 44 Chapter 4379: Chief disciple

"How is it possible that he will only dodge, and there is no courage in our frontal battle." Lan Che heard that the white youth said that they were not the opponents of Tang XIII, and suddenly dissatisfied and directly argued.

"Smelly head, if I fight you in front, you have already been two bodies." Tang 13 eyes swept over the blue clear blue, could not help but smile, some speechless.

"You..." Lan Chemei trembled, his face turned red and he couldn't speak.

Tang Xie is simply looking to one side and no longer paying attention to them.

The white youths calmed down a lot at this time, and their attitudes were more cautious than before. They looked at Nie Tiandao: "At Wenlun, the chief disciple of the Emperor Tianzong, how do you call them?"

"My name is Nie Tian, ​​and he is called Tang XIII." Nie Tian nodded slightly and calmly smiled.

It turned out that this person is Wen Lun, the chief disciple of Tian Tian Ming Zong, no wonder the talent strength is so strong.

If Wen Lun was this attitude at the beginning, there would be no scene just now.

"The two come to heaven, is it really to participate in the selection?" Wen Lun was silent for a while, still asked.

He can't see, whether it is Nie Tian or Tang XIII, the talent is not under him.

Such a stunning person, even in the great power of the heavens, will be vigorously cultivated.

How can they look at the little scorpio?

Although Wen Lun does not want to maliciously speculate on others, he still has to figure out the meaning of Nie Tian and Tang XIII.

As the chief disciple of Emperor Tianzong, he does not allow anyone who threatens Zongmen to exist.

"We are here for the purpose of the sacred sect, the main purpose is indeed not to participate in the selection." Nie Tian thought for a moment, said: "But I can assure you that we are not malicious to the sacred life. And, if nothing unexpected, You will soon know my identity."

Wen Lun stared at Nie Tian for a long time, and then nodded and said: "I will believe you for the time being, but if you really threaten the sacred life, I will not let you go! I am Wenlun as a destiny. Chief disciple of the sect, swear to defend the sect!"

"Yeah." Nie Tian nodded and suddenly felt that Wenlun was a little cute, and could not help but smile: "Maybe, we will become friends in the future."

"I hope not to be an enemy!" Wen Lun responded coldly, then turned directly and left with blue clear blue.

"This guy named Wen Lun is a bit interesting." Tang XIII looked at the back of Wenlun's three people and couldn't help but smile.

Nie Tian nodded and smiled, and also thought that Wen Lun was a plastic talent.

Although the chief disciple of this sect is stern, he has his own persistence, and he is not a stupid person. At least he knows how to advance and retreat. It is indeed not bad.

And the two maids of Wenlun are also very good, especially when they are combined, it is enough to threaten the general Tianwu Shengzu strong.

Only this time they are not very lucky, facing the rarity of Tang XIII.

Looking at it this way, there are still some talents in the martial arts.

"Tang XIII, what do you see in the stone statue?" At this time, Nie Tian suddenly remembered that before the Tang Dynasty looked at the stone statue in a daze, he could not help but ask.

"I can feel the embossed pattern on this stone statue, which contains extremely powerful power." Tang Xie stared at the stone statue again, his brow wrinkled, his expression was somewhat confused, and said: "I just sneaked the eye. After discovering it, it seems that the power of this stone like a pattern is irritating to Huangquan seeds."

"You have been able to sense the existence of Huangquan seeds?" Nie Tian changed his face and asked with surprise.

Before, Tang Thirteen could not sense the Huangquan seeds, but it was able to sense it at this time, which undoubtedly showed that Huangquan seeds became strong.

"Yeah." Tang thirteen nodded slightly and said: "Nie Tian, ​​I think, this stone like a pattern, may help me to restrain the Huangquan seeds."

Nie Tian brows a wrinkle, his face is not good-looking.

This stone-like pattern is the pattern of life before the long time, and the power contained in it is not to be questioned.

However, this pattern has already been integrated with the stone image, even if it is very strong, it cannot be used.

Don't say Nie Tian and Tang XIII. Even a small fat cat can't take the life pattern from the stone statue.

Tang XIII saw that Nie Tian did not speak, and no longer said anything.

Although he felt that the stone-like pattern was very weird, he knew in his heart that the seeds of Huang Quan could not be easily suppressed.

The Twelfth Day is the one in the Yellow Springs. The people who died in the prophecy have experienced twelve times of reincarnation, and how horrible the seeds of Huangquan are.

However, Tang Xie is not disappointed. He is not a mediocre person. His identity is also the blood of the Holy Lord who is recognized by the Shura people. He can be freely chosen.

"Perhaps, there is a way to get cold and frost without dust." Nie Tian didn't think much about the stone statue, but felt that there was still a chance that the cold frost could be clean and could help Tang XIII.

"Nie Tian, ​​let's take a look around." Tang XIII, a very optimistic look, smiled and walked toward another peak.

Nie Tian immediately followed, and the two strolled aimlessly, but they were not in a hurry.

A moment later, Nie Tian suddenly found that many people around him were moving in the same direction, and it seemed that something happened there.

"Brother, trouble to ask, what happened there?" Nie Tian stopped the next person and asked directly.

"Don't you know? The martial artists of Ghost Cliff have challenged and have injured dozens of disciples in Zongmen." The man looked at Nie Tian and said in a hurry, then he quickly walked over.

"Ghost Cliff provokes?" Nie Tian brows his face, his face suddenly sinks.

It seems that it is really a time for him to come to the emperor. Not only did he meet the selection of his disciples, but he also encountered the provocation of the foreign sect.

"Let's look at it in the past." Tang XIII couldn't help but get a hot smile. He was very excited.

The two of them followed the crowd and soon came outside a square at the Peak Gate.

At this time, in the midair, there is a fierce battle.

Two warriors stand volley.

One of them was wearing Tsing Yi, a disciple of the Emperor.

The other person, in black, with a ghost mask on his face, green face and fangs, looks extremely fierce, is the disciple of Ghost Cliff.

"Hey!" At this time, the two figures were moving at the same time. After a muffled sound, a figure flew out and made a **** trajectory in the air.

The eyes of the people trembled fiercely, and they immediately saw it clearly. The figure that flew out was the disciple of the Emperor.

"You...hey!" The disciple was able to hold his body in the air, looking up at the ghost-faced warrior, just wanting to say something, but it was a **** mad spurt out, a face white as paper, no blood.

"Hey. Are you a waste of the martial arts of the gods? Are you able to fight?" The ghost-faced warrior smiled coldly, his arrogance and arrogance gaze across the crowd, screaming: "If so, you are destined." It’s better to change the name, what is the waste life? Hahaha!"