The atmosphere between heaven and earth suddenly changed, and Huang Qi's desperate and fearful eyes suddenly turned into ecstasy! His uncle came, he survived, and finally survived. This voice seemed to be a long drought and rain.

"Ah~" Xu Ming roared wildly, and a powerful aura carried the heaven and earth energy directly pressed on him, forcing him to vent with a roar. This aura seemed to carry a will, making it difficult for him to move. Xu Ming groaned again, and blood oozed out of the corner of his mouth. The person who emitted this aura wanted to use his momentum to crush him to death!

When Huang Qi saw this scene, he looked glad, happy, and arrogant. He retreated hard and was about to escape. Xu Ming, he was unwilling to accept it. His sword was obviously only a slight difference from Huang Qi. With just one more force, Huang Qi died and said goodbye to the world.

"Huang Jiuli, dare you..." The scene just now was too fast. Elder Hu, who was so close to the challenge, had no time to stop it, and he couldn't stop it. The person who came called Huang Jiuli, had a perfect cultivation level. The elder of the inner sect of Qingyun Sect was not something that Elder Hu and the outer sect could stop it.

Huang Jiuli came to the field, looked at Huang Qi in a mess, and spit out two words: "Waste!" After saying that, he looked at Xu Ming coldly and said gloomyly: "No matter how useless Huang Qi is, he is also my nephew of Huang Jiuli, and he is not something that you, a little outer disciple, can move."

Xu Ming stood in vain, rather than dying than bend his knees, his face was pale, and his stubborn and determined eyes looked at Huang Jiuli, as if he wanted to remember this person firmly. Boom, the momentum of oppressing Xu Ming became stronger and stronger. Elder Hu wanted to speak, but after Huang Jiuli glanced coldly, he swallowed the words to his mouth again, and could only look at Xu Ming with a pity.

Suddenly, a peak momentum of the martial artist rippled in Huang Jiuli's powerful momentum, weak and strong, like a flame in the wind. The emitter of this momentum was Xu Ming. Under Huang Jiuli's oppression, he found an opportunity to refine bones and break through the marrow refining, and broke through to the peak of the martial artist.

"Drink!" Xu Ming used the momentum of breakthrough to gather the remaining physical strength and threw the blood-clothed sword at Huang Qi. He knew that Huang Jiuli would not let him go, but he would rather die than bite off a piece of flesh from the enemy. Xu Ming would never let him take control.

The sword is astonished as the rainbow, and the blood-clothed sword is inserted on the challenge platform. Huang Qi's right arm is broken, and blood is like a pillar. He is seriously injured.

Xu Ming finally missed the situation and failed to take Huang Qi's life. At this time, Huang Qi realized that his right arm was gone and screamed in pain.

"Little thief, you are looking for death!" Huang Jiuli said angrily as he looked at his nephew's appearance. He did not expect Xu Ming to break through under the pressure of his aura, so that he could temporarily break through his oppression. As he said that, his aura rose sharply, and waved his palm, and the strong wind blew, and a huge palm print headed towards Xu Ming.

Xu Ming felt the powerful power and became calm. He finally made Huang Qi pay the price! The palm prints are getting closer and closer...

"Little guy, it's not bad!" At this critical moment, a gentle and old voice sounded, and the powerful palm print turned into a series of breezes in the words, as if it had never appeared before.

Hearing this sound, Huang Jiuli's pupils shrank to his limit, and his back felt cold. He knew that the owner of this mysterious voice, the guardian of the Sutra Pavilion, the most mysterious person of the Qingyun Sect, even the elder of the inner sect only knew that this person was called Old Bai. He didn't know where it came from, nor how long he had been in the Sutra Pavilion. When he was still a disciple, Old Bai looked like this now and had never changed.

"Old Bai, you..." Huang Jiuli plucked up his courage and said to a voice that was unknown where it was

"Noisy! Get out!" Before Huang Jiuli finished speaking, he was interrupted by the old voice, "Little guy, remember to come to the Sutra Library." Old Bai's voice came into Xu Ming's ears.

At this time, Xu Ming realized it later and dragged his seriously injured body slightly. This movement seemed to have pulled the wound again, making the corners of his mouth straight, but the pain could not stop Xu Ming's joy after the disaster.

"Let's go." Huang Jiuli pulled up Huang Qi, who was still humming, looked at Xu Ming hatefully, and was about to leave.

"Leave five thousand contribution points!" Xu Ming said happily when he saw this scene.

"Hmph" Huang Jiuli was so angry, but he had no choice but to signal Huang Qi. Huang Qi hummed in pain and threw out a jade token that recorded the contribution point with his left arm, and was taken away by Huang Jiuli.

Xu Ming was very excited. He caught the jade token, slowly pulled out the blood-clothed sword from the ground, and limped away. The disciples spontaneously gave up a corridor. Xu Ming left, leaving only a figure behind. Elder Hu sighed when he saw this scene, but disappeared.

Seeing Xu Ming go away, everyone watching the game burst into tears

The noise started. After the scenes just now, Huang Jiuli's powerful aura and Old Bai's seemingly gentle voice had another might, which made it difficult for them to speak. Xu Ming's departure suddenly relaxed and he couldn't help but talk about it. Today's experience may be a memory of their life. Among the disciples, Huo Jiaojiao was the most complicated, surprised, regretful, shocked, and so on.

In today's battle, Xu Mingwei Town's outer sect was in the end. His fame became increasingly popular as the word of mouth of his disciples! And what was Xu Ming doing at this time?

Qingyun Sect, Sutra Library, Xu Ming felt a different feeling when he looked at this familiar scene. He was not a heartless person. After leaving the challenge platform, he had no time to treat his injuries, so he came to the Sutra Library to thank his savior, the white-haired old man in the Sutra Library. Today's battle made him even more eager for strength. After he planned to go to seclusion and practiced without entering the realm of a warrior.

"Little guy, here you go." Old Bai's smile sounded in Xu Ming's mind. Before Xu Ming could react, a powerful force arose out of thin air and pulled Xu Ming into the air.

On the ninth floor of the Sutra Library, Old Bai looked at Xu Ming flying in from the window, dressed in tattered clothes and flesh, frowned slightly, and came to him. The young boy smiled silently, and a ray of light popped up.

Xu Ming was looking at everything around him. A simple wooden bed with a cushion on it. The strange portraits enshrined were everything Xu Ming saw.

"Cough cough cough cough" Before Xu Ming could react, a round pill entered his mouth. He subconsciously swallowed it and coughed. A pill was swallowed into his stomach. The wound on Xu Ming's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the remaining poison in his body disappeared without a trace. Although this poison, due to Xu Ming's special physique, had been able to do anything to him, it would also bring hidden dangers to his foundation. Bai Lao's pill was a timely rain for him.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Xu Ming was in great condition. Old Bai nodded with satisfaction when he saw this scene.

"Thank you for help, and give me the favor of the elixir!" Xu Ming didn't know how he could repay a powerful person like Mr. Bai, so he could only keep this kindness in his heart.

"Since the injury is healed, let's become a disciple!" Old Bai suddenly said.

What? Xu Ming thought he had heard it wrong and was stunned.
Chapter completed!