Chapter 110

"Boy, I'm from the Tiansha sect. If you dare to touch me, the Tiansha sect will never let you go!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Kulai shouted fiercely and feebly.

"Tiansha gang..."

Mo Wentian smiled coldly, and then said with a smile: "don't worry, it's not just the Tiansha Gang, but the other two first-class forces, I don't want to ask Tian!"

"What, do you want other first-class forces?"

Kulai was stunned. Don't ask the sky. This is

Something must happen!

There are only three first-class forces in the whole Xianjian city. If Mo Wentian brings all three first-class forces into the sword King Pavilion, isn't Xianjian gate

Replaced by the sword King Pavilion!

"Dry come, my master will give you another chance. If you don't surrender, don't blame me..."

Don't ask the sky for a flash of cold.

In the Xianjian sect, except for the sect leader banbu jianhuang, Mo Wentian really didn't pay attention to him.

"How dare you kill me?"

Kulai's eyes are full of awe, don't ask the sky that cold eyes, I'm afraid it will really

"Xiao Jiao, do it!"

Don't ask the sky. Your eyes are extremely cold.

"Roar..."

The little Jiao roared, and came out violently.

"Ow..."

With a big mouth open, Xiao Jiao jumped directly on it.

"The meaning of ancient sword..."

"Qiang Qiang..."

Sword Gang fell on Xiaojiao, but only flashing golden light. Xiaojiao's body was not even damaged at all.

"Too strong!"

A group of people looked at Xiao Jiao, and their eyes were full of shock. It was a monster at the top of the third level, and it was also a Jiaolong. Such a terrible monster, I'm afraid the swordsman in the idol realm might not be able to stop it!

"Touch..."

Kulai's body was patted out by the small Jiao with a claw, and the blood in his mouth fell to the ground. Kulai's breath was instantly dispirited.

"Kulai lost!"

A group of disciples of second-class forces looked at Mo Wentian with an impregnable face.

With this dragon, don't ask the sky if it's ok

It runs across the whole fairy sword city!

"Ow, ow..."

Looking at Kulai who flew out upside down, Xiao Jiao raised a touch of disdain in his eyes, and then a claw pulled towards Kulai again.

"I am willing to submit..."

Seeing the paw, Kulai's pupils contracted violently, and his face was even more pale with fear.

"Xiao Jiao, stop!"

A wicked smile arose from the corners of his mouth, and the claws of Xiao Jiao stopped one meter above Kulai.

Only a little.

Xiao Jiao's claw fell. Kulai had no doubt that if he didn't surrender just now, Xiao Jiao's claw would definitely fall.

"Don't ask the sky so arrogant. Kulai will surrender. The Tiansha gang will definitely not let him go!"

"It is said that the cultivation of senior brother Tiansha of Tiansha sect has reached the peak of Tianhe realm. Even if it is from the idol realm, it is only one step away!"

"I don't know the battle between Jiaolong and brother Tiansha..."

Shocked eyes fell on Mo Wentian. At this moment, the names of sword King Pavilion and Mo Wentian were thoroughly spread throughout the Xianjian city.

"Boss, this boy is too weak!"

Xiaojiao's body shrunk, turned into a golden light, and fell on Mo Wentian's shoulder. Xiaojiao looked at the pale withered face, and his face was full of disdain.

"Too weak?"

Don't ask the sky. It's not that it's too weak, but

Xiao Jiao is too strong!

The third level peak Xiaojiao, let alone the withering of the wilderness, even the swordsman of Shenwei and Tianhe, can't defeat Xiaojiao.

"Kulai, I've seen elder martial brother Wentian!"

Kulai stood up from the ground, his eyes flashing madly.

Then a look at the small Jiao on Mo Wentian's shoulder, Kulai can only lower his head and respectfully salute Mo Wentian.

"Very good..."

Mo Wentian nodded with satisfaction, and then his eyes suddenly fell on the other group of people.

"And you?"

Don't ask the sky. A group of second-class disciples changed their faces.

In their hearts, they are even more regretful.

If you had known that Mo Wentian could accept Kulai, how could they stay here to watch the play? I'm afraid they would have

I am leaving!

"Xiao Jiao..."

"Ask elder martial brother Tian, wait!"

Seeing Mo Wentian shouting out Xiao Jiao's name again, Qi Sha and the rough Humen sect leader changed their faces, and then hurried forward and said, "brother Wentian, have something to say?"

"Surrender, or die?"

Looking at them, don't ask the sky coldly.

"We..."

The crazy twinkle in their eyes, the establishment of second-class forces, they do not know how much effort.

Now this effort to become others' wedding clothes, you can imagine how unwilling they are.

"My seven kill Gang is willing to surrender!"

"Humen is willing to surrender!"

As soon as they gritted their teeth and surrendered, it would not be a bad thing for them if they could establish a first-class force!

"Very good!"

Mo asked Tian and nodded with satisfaction.

"I am willing to submit to Qinglong palace..."

"I..."

……

Other second-class forces also surrendered. In an instant, the disciples of the sword King Pavilion changed from a few to hundreds.

"Kulai, you will be the deputy head of my sword King Pavilion in the future!"

"Vice cabinet leader?"

Kulai paused slightly, looking at Mo Wentian's expression, but also a little stunned.

Just joined the sword King Pavilion, he is

Deputy cabinet leader!

"Remember, in addition to the pavilion master, there are three Pavilion masters in my sword King Pavilion, Xiao Jiao, the second Pavilion master, and Tian Hu..."

"It's the Lord of the three pavilions. As for the light language, it's the Lord of the four Pavilions!"

Don't ask the sky, take Tianhu and whisper, and give orders to several people.

"Hu Li has seen the second cabinet leader and the third cabinet leader..."

"Yes..."

……

A group of people quickly saluted Qingyu and others. Seeing the color of Tianhu and Qingyu, a group of people only felt their eyes brighten, but their eyes did not dare to stay for a moment.

"Boss, leave these people to me!"

Seeing that he had become the leader of the second Pavilion, Xiao Jiao was so excited in his eyes that he shouted a few times at the dead people, who immediately retreated in fear.

"Hahaha..."

Seeing the appearance of several people, don't ask the sky and can't help laughing.

This little guy.

Before reaching level 4, Xiao Jiao couldn't speak at all. Now Xiao Jiao can only communicate with Mo Wentian's spirit. As for Kulai and others

Just don't run when you see Xiao Jiao!

"Boring..."

Xiao Jiao's face was gloomy. I'm afraid he was a decoration as the second cabinet leader!

"By the way, your excellency, how to deal with these people?"

Looking at the remaining third-class forces outside, Kulai asked in a deep voice.

"Remember, we only accept elite disciples in Jianwang Pavilion. We don't want any disciples below juhun realm!"

Looking at the withered, don't ask the sky proudly.

"Not at all under the soul gathering state?"

Kulai took a deep breath. If it goes on like this, isn't the sword King Pavilion

To become the most powerful force in Xianjian city!

"It's probably not bad to surrender to him..."

Such an idea suddenly appeared in the minds of several people.

Xiaojiao is comparable to the peak of the swordsman.

Coupled with these second-class forces, the strength of Jianwang pavilion has reached the level of first-class forces.

"Lord, we must go to the Presbyterian to report the establishment of the sword King Pavilion. At the same time, we also need to find our own palace!"

Kulai walked to Mo Wentian and whispered.

"The palace is up to you!"

"As for the Presbyterian report, I will deal with it myself!"

There was a flash of light in your eyes. Don't ask the sky for a faint way.

"Yes, your excellency!"

Kulai hurriedly retreated and went to prepare for the palace.

"Boss, what shall we do now?"

Xiao Jiao lay on the table and said something boring.

"Wait..."

Looking at the distant void, don't ask the sky, the light flashes.

Establish the first-class sword King Pavilion.

The high-level of Xianjian city cannot be unaware that as long as he waits until the palace of Jianwang Pavilion is established, the people of the Presbyterian court will come to the door without him.

Xianjian gate, the highest palace.

"Tell the Lord, don't ask the heaven?"

At the top of the palace, there was a middle-aged man sitting there quietly. He saw his eyes looking at the void, a wasteland, which was illusory in his eyes.

Eight wasteland sword meaning!

The king of the sword, the meaning of the sword frightens the eight wastelands, and a sword comes out

You can kill the enemy thousands of miles away.

"Don't ask the sky..."

The middle-aged man came to his senses and looked at the dirty old man in the hall. The middle-aged man calmly asked, "he took your waist token to find you?"

"Looking for me?"

The dirty old man chuckled, and then said with a smile, "tell the Lord that this man didn't come to me!"

"Oh!"

There was a slight interest in the middle-aged man's eyes.

"If the swordsman's cultivation is left alone in Xianjian City, he may not live for three days..."

The voice of the middle-aged man was extremely indifferent.

"No more than three days?"

Beggar Botong laughed. Originally, he also thought that Mo Wentian would not live for three days, but until his disciples

"Why don't you see for yourself!" Beggar Botong looked at the cold man in front of him and suddenly said faintly.