At this moment, within the huge light curtain, a burst of laughter echoed over the Lingkun Holy Palace.

Zhao Chu's black robes were flying, and his laughter caused a hurricane to rise over the hundreds of miles of land. The vegetation and sand were flying everywhere, which was daunting, and even some weak monks were shocked to the point of bleeding.

"At this time, you in the spiritual realm are suffering the same fate as I am in the northern realm. You are hysterical, you are a rogue, you are intimidating, and your face is really disgusting!"

"Today, I, the Northern Territory, will teach you a lesson. Let you see what a spine that never kneels looks like!"

"I'm just an old pickle with a grave buried up to his neck. What does he think he is?"

"If you want to fight, then fight!"

"Today, if I say that I will demolish your Lingkun Holy Palace, it will definitely turn this place into ashes, and not a single brick will be left."

"I want to tell all of you, no matter how weak the Northern Territory is, you are not worthy of bullying."

Zhao Chu flicked his sleeves.

Boom!

A deafening loud noise fell, and the domain of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Swords once again covered Lin Kun's head.

Fight... 39 lines.

I, Zhao Chu, am fearless!

…

silence!

At this moment, the whole world was shocked.

Who are Lin Kun's first disciples? They are the group of people who are closest to Half-Step Wen Yuan.

Even if you say that he is the pinnacle of natural selection, it is not an exaggeration.

A Nascent Soul realm.

Challenge the peak of natural selection?

How ridiculous.

…

"Dad, from today on, the eleven disciples of Qing Jie will be my role model, and there will be no second person in the world."

Fu Liyin was trembling all over, and his pupils were flashing with blood.

The words "If you want to fight, then fight" completely ignited the young blood in Fu Liyin's heart, boiling to the point of burning.

"I think my dear nephew, you should calm down. This kind of behavior is seeking death!"

Yan Shiluan shook his head.

The other holy masters were full of admiration.

Putting aside who wins and who loses, the courage of the eleven Qing Jie disciples is truly unparalleled in the world.

Challenging the peak of natural selection in front of everyone is no ordinary courage.

…

"Junior brother, you are so fierce! I admire you, I admire you to death!"

Chao Hong licked her lips lightly.

As soon as this little junior brother came out of the mountain, he was so dazzling that he suppressed all his brilliance.

It's just...so happy.

Zhu Sanfu raised his palms in the air and frowned slightly.

Zhao Chu's confidence once again refreshed Zhu Sanfu's understanding.

Are you really confident?

There is still something wrong with my brain!

…

"Haha, this is the style of Qing Jie's disciples."

"It's just the pinnacle of natural selection, so I won't be too scared to take action."

"Junior brother, please introduce yourself, I am your second senior brother... Mu Jueshan!"

At this time, changes occurred again.

This kind of air spreads out like ripples in the air.

And in the center of the nine-colored mist, a picture scroll unfolded.

The flesh is whiter and tenderer than mutton fat.

His eyebrows are like flying black feathers.

A face like carved white jade, indescribably suave and elegant.

And with his hands behind his back, his body was like a spear that penetrated the sky and penetrated the earth, indescribably tall and straight.

Zhao Chu turned his head.

Mujue Mountain.

The second disciple of Qing Jie.

The real Wenyuan Realm has unfathomable strength.

At the same time, Zhao Chu felt ashamed for the first time.

On appearance.

This Mu Jueshan is the first man who can't lose to him.

Of course, that kind of courage is still beyond the reach of Zhao Chu at present.

"Second Senior Brother!"

Chao Hongqian quickly stepped forward, cupped her fists and bowed.

"Eh? Fifth senior brother, are you depressed again?"

"I know that you are jealous of the second senior brother's prosperous appearance, and you want to be a bit more liberal. Isn't there another junior brother in our team?"

Seeing that Zhu Sanfu was unhappy, Chao Hongqian quickly and sincerely comforted him.

"That's right, one more person who is jealous of the second senior brother can also share some resentment."

Zhu Sanfu shook his head.

With things like your face, even if you change your appearance, you can't change your temperament. Over time, your appearance will grow back to its original track without even realizing it.

Therefore, even if he is in the Wenyuan realm, he doesn't bother to change his appearance.

After all, plastic surgery is only temporary.

Moreover, the modified face can be seen by the monks at a glance. This seems to loudly tell others that they are ugly and if they try to hide it, they will feel even more inferior.

The body's hair and skin are received from its parents.

Ordinary monks are not willing to change their appearance, otherwise it would be embarrassing if they look the same all over the world.

"Well, Fifth Senior Brother, you may have misunderstood."

"What I mean is that Junior Brother's appearance is not inferior to that of Second Senior Brother. Now that Junior Brother is here, you have to be jealous of one more person. It's too bad."

"Two monsters, what can we do? They are so angry!"

Chao Hongqian shook her head.

Zhu Sanfu wished he could chop the animal with one palm, but because he was his tenth junior brother, he held back.

…

"Junior brother, second senior brother wishes you success in demolishing the Lingkun Holy Palace!"

"Senior brother, I will help you demolish half of this Jichi Holy Land first. It can be regarded as a meeting gift for the elders!"

When Mu Jueshan finished speaking, the whole world fell silent.

Yu Min'en's whole body was shaking and he was suffocating with anger.

Through this brilliant oval light curtain, everyone witnessed an impossible scene.

On the lakes that were hundreds of thousands of miles away, one island after another was blown directly into the sky, and the mud fell like hail. The clear lakes in the past were now like quagmire.

Thousands of islands were shattered, and the heavens and the earth were destroyed.

In just a few breaths, the entire Jichi Holy Land suffered an unprecedented catastrophe.

If it weren't for a white-haired old man blocking the front of Mujueshan in a sinister manner, I'm afraid the entire Jichi Holy Land might have been blown up.

"Holy Lord!"

Looking at the white-haired old man, the frightened Nascent Soul disciples all came back to their senses.
To be continued...