At this time, almost everyone at the scene was a little depressed. Such a teacher came over to meet. It was just a five or six -year -old child.

But compare, who is the most depressed!

That must be the head of the Simiao. They rushed over because of the invitation of Qing Xuan, and the reason for Qing Xuan to invite them was the person who came from the Rakshasa Saint.

Erili Tianjie.

After listening to Qing Xuan's explanation, I realized that the Rakshasa Holy religion needs to contain the two forces of Yuandao in the southern Xinjiang. They really believe in their hearts. I believe that the Rakshasa Holy Church really has the motivation.

But now, when they hear the voice of Wuyuan, they are only disappointed in their hearts!

A five or six -year -old child, repair the enchantment of Zili Tian.

What do you think, it is also nonsense.

Hegu, Bai Tong, Ziquan, and Black Valley, who shook their heads at the same time, showed disappointment on their faces, including the old people who were standing behind them. At this moment, their faces were on their faces.

Lost, even a little resentment in the carriage, even gave birth to a little resentment.

Just at this time, the curtain of the carriage was opened.

Opening the curtain is two maids in black. They took the lead in the curtain, standing on both sides of the carriage, and then the two turned back and opened the curtain.

It is indeed a pink carving child.

He was wearing a small brocade robe with golden silk. This brocade robe was obviously tailor -made. It was not abnormal to wear on his body, but he was full of nobleness.

There was a bunch of golden jade locks hanging around his neck, and a spiritual jade was falling around his waist, even during the day, it exudes a dazzling glory.

It is probably the younger, and the half -length hair is bundled with a golden silk embroidery belt, revealing the beautiful face with a childish atmosphere.

His pair of eyes were deep like water. I do n’t know if it was nervous or other reasons. Without the agility of his peers, when he looked at the crowd below, his expression looked extremely calm.

"It's a child."

"Open the seven, this is the so -called non -Yuan boy, huh!"

"So many people, they actually wait for such a half -small child, joke."

"Qing Xuan is the respect of the temple, it is just a child's play."

…………………………

There were several dissatisfaction in the previous crowd. These people present today are all high -levels of the five seedlings in the southern Xinjiang, especially hundreds of people in the front row.

, Waiting for a six -year -old child, this matter is indeed some children.

Hou Yu Duan in the crowd did not have such emotions in his heart. At this moment, he looked at the no -pronounced son in the high -altitude, his face slowly became a little weird.

Because in his heart, there was a feeling of intimacy.

Certainly, what's the matter?

…………………………

"Peony, Poria, let me go down!"

Wu Yuan obviously heard the deliberate ridicule of the following people. A child's face actually showed some gloomy expression, which made everyone below a weird feeling rising.

His cultivation is only seven, and he has no ability to go to the air. He can only let the two black maids use Zhenyuan to help him down. He has been in front of Qing Xuan.

Xuan, there is no timidity on the face.

"Qing Xuan, see your son!"

Regardless of others, the respect of the temple of Qing Xuan is respectful to the posture of Wuyuan son from beginning to end. I don't know what the reason is.

"Have you heard those who speak?"

Zhantai Wuyuan's slightly tender voice made those more than a dozen people who spoke about it suddenly closed their mouths, and the whole square was quiet when they were on him. Everyone's eyes were on him.

Then, then

Qing Xuan did not respond for the first time, and realized that Zhan Taiwu Yuan said that more than a dozen people who just talked about it. He squeezed a smile on his face, and his face humbled: "These people have eyes and no one.

I also ask the little boy to be magnificent and a lot, forgive them once, and when Qingmou goes back, it will be good to reprimand them, how about? "

All southern Xinjiang masters on the square are more or less anger at this moment.

The attitude, this is a bit outrageous.

Not to mention these people in Southern Xinjiang, Hou Yu Duan and Cheng Yunye in the crowd. Seeing this scene, his face has become a bit strange.

Zhantai Wuyuan's identity is noble. No one doubts, but the problem is that he is noble, and he is just the Holy Son of the Rakshasa.

Holy, there are six peaks of power.

There are five Asian saints in the southern Xinjiang, and there are eleven full of crushing realm. Qing Xuan's own province is the cultivation of martial arts, as well as the status of the temple.

Is it?

There are more outrageous things!

Qing Xuan's answer was obviously coaxing Zhantai Wuyuan. Thinking about big things, normal people should follow his words, but the little boy is not obedient, but he also uses it.

He pointed at Qing Xuandao: "You helped me kill those people, otherwise I will let Grandpa Duanmu shot, so it will die many people!"

Facing the most innocent child's face, what he said, but he is as cruel as a devil. Everyone on the square, even if he threatens to kill at this moment, Zhan Tesai, who is still naive on his face, is still in his heart.

This idea.

Those more than a dozen people, the most excessive thing, is that Zhan Taiwu Yuan is just a child. No matter how you count, he did not offend him, but he actually opened his mouth to be blue and killed those people ...

Where is this little boy? It is clearly a little devil!

Hou Yu Duan couldn't help but condense at this moment.

Qing Xuan's face was also froze. He looked up with some embarrassment and looked at Duan Muhong, who had just stopped the carriage. Obviously, he wanted to let Duanmu Hong help to say a few good words.

"Don't look at Grandpa Duan Mu, he listen to me!"

Although Zhantai Wuyuan's voice was immature, he had an unquestionable determination, and the fact was the same. After hearing his words, he immediately nodded his head expressionlessly after hearing his words.

The whole square was froze immediately.

Those who just spoke were standing in the front row, all the masters, and even the warriors of the Yuandan realm. There were not only green seedlings, but also the four other people of Miao people.

The respect of the temple does not dare to say that he will die from his family casually, let alone the other four seedlings.

After thinking about it for a long time, Qing Xuan finally made a decision.

"Those who have just chewed their tongue roots, what are you waiting for, don't hurry up to apologize to the little boy!"

Thirteen people who just spoke in the crowd were all tangled for a while. The four people of Qing Miao stood up first. After that, the other nine people in the remaining four seedlings nodded and stood out.

They all lowered their heads and walked to Zhantai Wumuan.

"Also please forgive the guy!"

Good guy, a six -year -old child, forcing the masters of more than a dozen masters in southern Xinjiang to apologize for him, and still apologized for him, and he was in front of the Temple of Southern Xinjiang, the five Miao people.

Face is really big enough, this should be over now!

"I let you kill, but don't let them apologize, can’t hear it?"

"Little boy, is it a bit too much?"

The chief of the Zimiao tribe, Ziquan finally couldn't help standing, scolding Zhantai Wuyuan, a little fart with a bad smell, so unknown and retreating, he lived for so long, it was unheard of.

"Grandpa Duanmu, only give them three interests."

"Yes, son!"

After Duan Muhong answered, his eyes suddenly became cold. He glanced at the more than a dozen people first, and then stared at Qing Xuan, his lips moved slightly, and obviously he had begun to count.

"To blame, just blame you for long eyes!"

Ziquan was also ready to continue talking, but without waiting for him to speak, Qing Xuan's huge breath instantly covered the thirteen people, stretched out his right palms, and patted them in the air.

Don't say that it is Ziquan, Hongyu, Black Valley, and Bai Tong, who can no longer help the anger of their hearts, the momentum is full, and it is ready to block it.

However, the momentum of the four people has just risen, and Duan Muhong next to the carriage stood forward. The momentum on his body obviously won more than four people.

Four, this is to do it with my holy teaching? "

No one was stopped, Qing Xuan took a picture, the thirteen people were repaired at the highest, but they were not Yuan Dan. In front of him, there was no chance to return hands.

boom………

One palm was shot, all thirteen people died.

Everyone looked at the giant pit staying on the square, and then just looked up, and looked at the eyes that Zhan Taiwa glanced at it, and immediately lowered his head, and the back brushed out cold sweat.

After Qing Xuan killed people, there was no expression on his face, and his posture was respectful.

"The temple banquet has been prepared, please come with me!"

"Well, you are leading the way in front."

Zhantai Wuyuan nodded gently, looking back at Duanmu Hong and the remaining six people, and a crowd followed Qing Xuan's body and walked towards the temple.

On the way towards the temple, all the masters of the southern Xinjiang who were scanned by him were all lowered his head without exception.

From the moment when thirteen people died, the entire southern Xinjiang, no one dared to treat Zhantai Wuyuan, as a child.
To be continued...