Chapter 1210: Teach you a little bit of life
The first two tenth chapters teach you a little bit of life
The square in front of a palace was full of monks. They were dressed differently. They were obviously from different regions. Many people were jammed at the entrance of the hall, looking forward with amusement.
In the forefront of these people, there were one or two hundred people standing, all with a strong aura, looking at the entrance of the hall with disdain, many of them had even reached the point of arrogance.
At the entrance of the main hall, the monks were crowded. Almost all the people from Nanyu who participated in the Halloween Pharmacopoeia gathered here, and everyone's face was not very good.
"Our Southern Territory was originally divided into three palaces. If the last one is given to you in the Spiritual Territory, do we still have a place to stay?" A white-clothed young man in the Southern Territory plucked up courage, his expression gloomy.
They have been squeezed out by other eight-domain cultivators in the past few days. More than a hundred people have crowded into a palace, which is already very crowded. Not to mention cultivation, it is not comfortable to live.
Usually these people are geniuses of the imperial dynasty and the holy city, but when they arrive here, their arrogance is wiped out within a few days.
Compared with the other regions, the overall strength of the Southern Region is obviously inferior. Most people are only in the Emperor Realm, and even a few people are in the Emperor Realm, and the Saint Realm is almost extinct!
General medicine refining geniuses go very fast in refining medicine, but their own strength is not very good. Nine domain cultivators who are under twenty-five years old can not only break through the battle emperor realm, but also become the eighth grade pharmacist. Call it a genius.
Such as Chu Yunbei, although it was only the early stage of the Battle Saint Realm at the beginning, he was also an 8-Rank Alchemist, and it was also an extremely rare genius in the Nine Realms.
Not to mention that the current Chu Yunbei has broken through to the middle of the battle, even in the ancient city of the Chu family, few people of the same age can compare.
"If there is no place to stay, then sleep on the street. Isn't it more spacious?" A young man in a green robe on the other side smiled indifferently.
"Why don't you sleep on the street?" The young man in the white robe in Southern Territory frowned, his anger to the extreme.
If Yunxi were here, he would definitely be recognized, because the white-robed young man was his cousin Yun Zheng, who had worshipped at the door of Chu Wenxuan of the Chu family in Wushuang holy city, and also followed Chu Yannan.
It's just that he didn't die. During that time, his master Chu Wenxuan happened to leave Wushuang Holy City to do something, and escaped a catastrophe.
"What are you talking about?" The Qingpao youth glared angrily, and the momentum of the Battle Saint Realm burst out, and Yun Zheng and the cultivators in the Southern Territory immediately shuddered.
"I said Murongxi, can you do it in the spiritual realm? If it doesn’t, it’s our turn to the eastern region. The eastern region is not only adjacent to the southern region, but also adjacent to the sky. We are all neighbors. This palace is left to Let's Eastern Region." At this moment, a young man in a golden robe next to him opened his mouth, with a bit of sarcasm in his tone.
He wears a golden crown on his head, is supremely noble, has an arrogant face, and exudes the breath of a superior person invisibly.
"Huh!" The Qingpao youth snorted coldly and glared at the Jinpao youth. His name was Murong Xi, who was a genius in the Murong family.
Among the spiritual monks who went to the ancient city of the Chu family to participate in the All Saints Pharmacopoeia, his talent for refining medicine was only weaker than Murong Langchen.
"Finally, I will give you a chance. I can let you go if you continue to get out, otherwise..." Murong Xi had already exploded with murderous aura.
God's realm and region demanded a palace in the southern region. The monk of the southern region gave up after just a few struggles, and now he dared to compete with him. Doesn't this mean that his spiritual realm is not as good as God's realm and region?
This naturally made Murongxi angry, but he didn't even think about it. At the beginning, there were three palaces and there were still ways for the monks in the Southern Territory to retreat, but now, the monks in the Southern Territory had no retreat.
If they were to be driven to the street by the people of the spirit realm, they would never look up in front of the other monks in the future.
When Murongxi said this, his aura suddenly skyrocketed a bit, and his killing intent became stronger and stronger.
"Otherwise, what about it?" Before Murongxi continued to speak, an indifferent voice suddenly sounded from behind. The voice was not loud, but it was very penetrating, and the monks in the audience could hear it clearly.
"Who the **** is talking?" Murongxi was the first to be upset and looked around coldly. At this moment, the crowd behind gave way.
In the distance, a figure suddenly appeared in front of everyone. It was a young man in a black robe with thick black hair flying in the wind, and a white civet lying on his shoulders.
The person who came was naturally Xiao Fan. Hearing the comments from the crowd, Xiao Fan probably understood what had happened.
As a member of the Southern Territory, Xiao Fan naturally didn't like to see others pee on his head, not to mention that he needed to live here for a while.
Could it be possible that the master of the Hall of Asura Hall ran to sleep on the street? What a joke!
"It was you just a **** talking? Where's the beast!" Murongxi was suddenly angry when he saw Xiao Fan ignored him.
Others also looked at Xiao Fan with disdain. This kid was really looking for death. He even dared to touch Murongxi's brows. Many people showed amused smiles on their faces.
"Puff!"
As soon as Murongxi's words fell, a ray of light flickered in the void, and immediately afterwards, Murongxi's body suddenly flew upside down, and one arm flew up high, blood splashing.
"Hiss~" The crowd took a deep breath, their pupils shrank suddenly, and everyone's eyes suddenly looked towards Xiao Fan.
I don't know when, Xiao Fan has disappeared in place, as if he had never appeared before.
"Ah~" Murongxi let out a scream like a pig, his figure quickly retreated, and in his pupils, a black shadow flickered.
boom!
Before he recovered, a huge foot fell from the sky and trampled on his chest.
With a bang, the giant feet fell on the ground with Murongxi, and the ground shook suddenly, cracks spreading in all directions, splashing dust in the sky.
Through the dust, the crowd saw a dark shadow. He stood with one hand and stepped on Murongxi's chest, his expression extremely cold.
"Teach you a little bit of being a human being, don't make your mouth too stinky! An arm is your price!" The dark shadow heavily kicked Murongxi's side ribs.
Murongxi's body shot out and smashed towards the spiritual cultivator. Several people rushed to block Murongxi's body.
The moment they touched Murongxi, they only felt a huge force surging, and the hand bones of several people broke with a click.
The next moment, several people fell to the ground at the same time, looking at the dark shadows in the distance with spiteful expressions.
"So strong!" The pupils of the crowd trembled violently, and those with playfulness on their faces also showed caution.
Murongxi who can fight has no power to fight back. This is no ordinary horror. No matter what, he must be a warrior cultivator, but is there a warrior cultivator in the Southern Territory participating in the All Saints Pharmacopoeia?
When the dust dissipated, the dark shadow appeared again. He stood alone in front of the hall, with his back facing the entrance of the hall and the monks in the Southern Territory, looking forward with a grim expression.
Who else can the black shadow have besides Xiao Fan?
He looked at the cultivators coldly, and said coldly: "Is there anyone else who wants this palace?"
