"Yes, there is no fragrant grass everywhere in the world. Brother Jian, you need to let it go!"

6 Ming patted Jian Feiliu on the shoulder and said nothing.

It is difficult for outsiders to help with such things and they need to face them yourself.

Then, they went back to their rooms.

Now, there are still twenty days left before the battle of the King List officially begins.

6 Ming wants to improve his strength as soon as possible in these twenty days.

The six ancient families practice divine level martial arts, and the geniuses among them have absolutely terrible combat power.

6 Ming himself also practiced the divine level martial arts and the true martial arts of the Dragon War, and knew the terribleness of the divine level martial arts.

The Battle Dragon True Art can cultivate ten times of true energy, and has always been the foundation for the powerful combat power of 6 Ming.

Then, it is definitely extremely terrifying that the same magical skill is also very magical.

The battle on the Kings List will definitely be particularly tragic.

6 Ming entered the Supreme Temple, sat cross-legged in front of the ancient tree of enlightenment, took out a piece of earth mystery crystal, and began to practice.

Since the Nine Yang Supreme appeared last time and chatted with Lian Cang for a while, he returned to the Supreme Temple and fell into a deep sleep.

Click!

The mysterious crystal of the earth was crushed, and the artistic filaments filled the whole body with 6 sounds.

This fast mystery crystal is a medium-grade Earth mystery crystal.

In a blink of an eye, more than a day passed, and 6 Ming raised the artistic conception of the earth to the peak of a first-level small success. One step away from breaking through to a great success.

At this time, 6 Ming felt a bottleneck.

The artistic conception of the earth actually encountered a bottleneck in the first-level small achievements. Like several other artistic conceptions, 6 Ming only encountered a bottleneck when he practiced to the first-level limit in one breath.

The artistic conception of the earth is worthy of being a special artistic conception, and cannot be compared with the nine common artistic conceptions.

Since he encountered a bottleneck, 6 Ming stopped practicing and planned to walk outside.

I opened the door and walked out, but saw a figure flashing away and heading outside.

"Brother Jian!"

6 The eyes moved.

The figure just now was Jian Feiliu. It was already night now, and Jian Feiliu's expression seemed a little anxious. What happened?

6 Ming's expression moved and followed.

Jian Fei Liu was extremely fast, like a phantom, and he walked around several streets and appeared in a secluded alley.

6 Ming engraved a formation to restrain his breath and followed Jian Feiliu silently, Jian Feiliu was unaware of anything.

"Um?"

6 Ming appeared on the roof of a house, looked down and saw a woman in the alley.

It was Jian Feiliu's junior sister.

"You come to me, what's the matter?"

Jian Feiliu looked at the woman in front of him, his voice coldly.

"Senior brother, do you really hate me so much?" The woman looked at Jian Feiliu and smiled miserably.

"Hate you? How could it be? Everyone has their own ambitions. I can't force it. If I hate you, I will hate myself. I hate myself for being a humble person and having a low talent. Even if I practice hard, I still can't compare to that Wang Mang." Jian Feiliu laughed at himself.

"Senior brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

At this moment, the woman suddenly smiled miserably, her delicate body trembled, and shed tears.

"What's going on?" Jian Feiliu frowned.

"Senior brother, you want to save me. I want to leave that beast. Since he followed him, he has not treated me as a human being and abused me every day. Senior brother, I beg you, now, I can only rely on you."

The woman walked to Jian Feiliu, grabbed Jian Feiliu's arm, and kept crying.

She rolled up her sleeves and saw that her arms were covered with dense scars, and the scars were all whip marks.

"That beast, who abused me every day, whipped me with a whip, left scars on my body, and was not allowed to use my energy to heal my wounds. I really couldn't stand it. I wanted to leave him, senior brother, I wanted to leave him. At the beginning, what I shouldn't have agreed, what I shouldn't have agreed."

The woman cried repeatedly, tears kept flowing down her face.

"Beast, beast!"

The sword flew through his throat, and a beast-like roar appeared.

"not good!"

On the roof, 6 Ming's eyes suddenly moved.

Not far away, there were a few streams of light flying towards this side.

"Bitch, dare to try your old lover on my back, you're a little bitch."

A roar echoed between heaven and earth.

The next moment, three figures landed in the alley.

"Wang Mang!"

The woman screamed, her face pale and her face was not slight.

"Jian Feiliu, you dare to touch my woman, today, you will die!"

A cold murderous intent flashed in Wang Mang's eyes, but a raging flame emerged from his body. The flames turned purple and the temperature was terrifying. The walls of the houses around him and the floor under his feet were directly vaporized.

It makes the hard stones directly vaporize, and this temperature is too terrifying.

"Fire Burning Heaven Skill!"

Jian Feiliu's pupils contracted sharply.

The Fierce Flame Burning Heaven Art is the unique skill of the Wang family in the six ancient families and the god-level martial arts.

Dong!

Wang Mang stepped out and crossed towards the sword Feiliu. A battle halberd condensed from flames appeared in his hand, and slashed towards the sword Feiliu.

Clam!

The sword sounded, and the sword's pupils turned golden. A golden sword appeared in his hand. A golden sword light cut through the night, as if it could split the black night sky.

However, he could not cut off Wang Mang's halberd.

boom!

The terrifying temperature burned everything. A deep pit appeared on the ground, which was transformed by flames. A powerful energy mixed with gold and purple rose into the sky and penetrated into the clouds.

Step! Step!...

Jian Feiliu retreated rapidly, and his golden light shining all over his body, resisting the terrifying temperature.

"What's going on?"

"Someone is fighting, what a terrifying movement!"

Countless people nearby were alarmed and flew towards this side. Suddenly, figures appeared from all directions.

"That's the Flame Burning Heaven Art, the genius of the Wang family."

"Wang Mang is Wang Mang, Wang Mang, the seventh most famous list of the Thousand Prides."

"The other person seems to be Jian Feiliu, and he faced Wang Mang."

Someone around recognized the two, shocked.

"Jian Feiliu, is this only strength? It disappoints me so much!"

Wang Mang's whole body was shining with purple flames, like a fire god, with a terrifying temperature overflowing everywhere, and even the air was burning. The place where Wang Mang stood became a vacuum zone.

He stepped out again, and the flames halberd pierced the night sky and slashed towards the sword flying.

The golden light on Jian Feiliu's body was about to condense into substance, turning into a golden armor, and pierced on him. A golden sword light slashed out again.

But this time, the sword flew further away, and the golden light on its body trembled, as if it was about to collapse.

Swish! Swish!

Two old men who followed Wang Mang appeared beside the woman, one of whom grabbed the woman's shoulder.

"Senior brother!"

The woman screamed.

"Bitch, today, I'm going to let you see with your own eyes how I killed your old lover."

Wang Mang shouted coldly, walked out, and rushed towards Jian Feiliu.

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