Chapter 707

"Get out of the way, get out of the way..."

For a moment, a vast breath came. In Jiuyou Heavenly City, countless strong breath came at the gate. The worst of these disciples of Jiuyou clan was the middle heaven.

The strongest is the four elders who caught up with Mo Wentian at the beginning.

"Hurry to find the saint!"

"Yes, yes!"

The disciple of Jiuyou clan, quickly stepped down.

Jiuyou Tiancheng.

In an inn.

"My guest, please come in!"

As soon as Mo Wentian entered, a waiter greeted him.

"Prepare a good room for me!"

Looking at the waiter, Mo Wentian said with a smile. Mo Wentian was carrying a bag on his shoulder. After a careful look, it seemed to be a person.

"Sir, wait a minute!"

Although the waiter felt a little strange, he didn't ask anything in detail. He prepared a room for Mo Wentian, took Mo Wentian and walked in.

In the room.

"Touch!"

Mo Wentian directly opened the bag and revealed the unruly girl inside.

"Human, who are you after all? I'm the saint of Jiuyou clan. If you dare to take me away, I'm sure the strong of Jiuyou clan will not let you go!"

Seeing Mo Wentian, the saint of Jiuyou clan said viciously.

"Will you let me go?"

Don't ask the sky, and then he put his arms around the saint and threw her on the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"Stop it!"

……

Seeing Mo Wentian approaching, the saint's pretty face raised a touch of panic. She is the saint of Jiuyou nationality. She is below one person and above ten thousand people. Usually, who can't be respectful to her.

Who dares not to ask the sky like this, take her away, and dare to take her

"What do you say I will do?"

Don't ask the sky, look at the saint with a wicked smile, hold the woman's chin with both hands, don't ask the sky closer and closer, and the woman's pretty face is also flushed with shame.

"You let go of me..."

"Let go of me!"

The woman, completely flustered, looked closer and closer, Mo Wentian.

In the heart of this saint.

I'm completely afraid!

"Woo woo..."

The next moment, in the midst of Mo Wentian Leng God, the saint directly began to cry.

"Well..."

Don't ask the sky and shake your head slightly.

Immediately release it directly.

He didn't really do anything to the saint. Just now, he just threatened this person so that he wouldn't make trouble in front of him.

"What's your name?"

Looking at the saint, don't ask the sky and ask in a deep voice.

"Why should I tell you that I am the saint of Jiuyou clan. What qualifications do you have to know my name? My father will definitely send a strong man to save me, and I will kill you!"

"Kill you..."

The woman opened her eyes and stared viciously at Mo Wentian.

"Kill me?"

Don't ask the sky, the cold flash.

Don't ask the sky, and it's cold.

At the sight of Mo Wentian's cold eyes, the woman only felt her body cool. The next moment, her voice suddenly stopped, and she looked at Mo Wentian's pretty face.

Also become timid appearance.

"My name is Liu Xi!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, the woman whispered.

"Liu Xi!"

Don't ask the sky and pause slightly.

"The young master took you away, but he didn't like you!"

"If it weren't for your role, I would kill you now!"

Looking at the unruly woman, don't ask the sky. His eyes are cold and boundless. Don't ask the sky. He's not in the mood to talk with the saint of the Jiuyou clan. Next, he will enter the Jiuyou clan.

"Kill me?"

The unruly Saint bit her lips tightly.

"Remember, be safe in the future!"

In a faint sentence, Mo Wentian sat down cross legged. As for Huan Tian and Xiao Jiao, Mo Wentian was not worried. One of them was as powerful as the other.

As for magic sky, I'm afraid the martial artist who wants to leave Lianda Tianwei.

It can't be stopped!

Unless they meet four elders, nothing can happen to them.

"Cultivation is the most important. Although my current combat power is no worse than that of the warriors in the early days of the great heavenly throne, it's still far from stopping the Jiuyou clan!"

Don't ask heaven to talk to yourself. The next moment, don't ask heaven to fall into practice again.

Not far away.

The unruly saint of the Jiuyou clan looked at Mo Wentian in a daze.

Time passed slowly.

Three days later, don't ask genius to wake up from practice.

Open your eyes.

Don't ask if there is a terrible light in the eye of heaven.

"Cultivation progress is too slow!"

Don't ask heaven for a flash of light in his eyes. After three days of cultivation, don't ask heaven for no progress in cultivation. Instead, purple emperor's body made a little progress, so the cultivation speed was so fast.

To reach the realm of the great heaven.

I'm afraid I don't know how many years it will take!

"What I need is a panacea..."

Don't ask heaven's eyes, the slightest ray of light flickers. If you can find a miraculous medicine comparable to the nine Youtian lotus again, don't ask heaven's cultivation, you will inevitably enter the realm of the great heaven.

Even stronger realm!

"I'm hungry..."

At this moment, a low voice came.

Don't ask the sky and turn your head.

I saw the unruly saint of the Jiuyou clan, looking at herself timidly.

"Hungry?"

Don't ask the sky, slightly stunned.

Then something seemed to be found.

Don't ask the sky and catch the saint.

"What are you doing?"

The unruly Saint changed her look in an instant.

"Your accomplishments..."

"Why is it so low?"

Don't ask the sky eye, the light soared, that day at the gate of the city, this unruly saint, or the martial artist in the middle heaven, how did it fall like this in three days.

"My cultivation..."

"Often!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, a dim light rose in the eyes of the unruly woman.

"Often!"

Don't ask, in the eye of heaven, the light is shining.

"Uh huh!"

The woman nodded.

"By the way, your cultivation..."

"How can I recover?"

Looking at the unruly woman, Mo Wentian suddenly murmured.

"This?"

The unruly woman was slightly stunned for a moment, and then whispered, "my cultivation recovery is very simple. As long as I enter the Jiuyou temple, my cultivation will recover!"

"Jiuyou temple?"

Don't ask, in the eye of heaven, the light is shining endlessly.

"The saint of Jiuyou nationality..."

"The cultivation of your body has not even reached the ordinary king of swords. If I guess correctly, you have never practiced, have you?"

Looking at the woman, Mo Wentian suddenly murmured.

"Never practiced?"

The unruly woman's body shook slightly. She really never practiced. From birth, she was locked in the temple as long as she stayed in the temple.

Her accomplishments and opportunities grow automatically.

But if she leaves, her strength and opportunity will be lost.

"I see!"

Looking at the unruly woman, Mo Wentian took a deep breath, and then looked at the woman's eyes, Mo Wentian's eyes raised a touch of sympathy, this woman.

Where is the saint!

If he guessed right, it should be a deliberately cultivated host.

As for who will this body be given?

Don't ask the sky and you won't know.