Chapter 1598： Colorful pupils

"The master..."

Zhou Xian looked at Hua Yan desperately, "I have been in the sect for more than forty years. I have no credit and hard work..."

"Even more than four hundred years of hard work can't pay for what you did just now. You even want to stop talking."

Huayan picked up the sword from the ground and walked slowly in front of Zhou Xian, the tip of the sword pressed against Zhou Xian's collarbone, and slowly applied force.

Soon, the sword directly penetrated Zhou Xian's collarbone.

Zhou Xian gritted his teeth without screaming, but when the sword was suddenly withdrawn, he took a breath.

The clavicle on the other side was quickly pierced.

Everyone looked at Huayan's slow sword leaving a blood hole on Zhou Xian's body, and a look of relief appeared in their eyes.

At the time of the sixteenth sword, Zhou Xian couldn't bear it anymore and began to scream constantly, but his voice became smaller and smaller as the blood passed by.

In the end, he became weak and inaudible, slowly fainting.

After the thirty-six swords were over, Huayan respectfully handed the sword to Su Han.

"You keep it."

Su Han smiled lightly.

Hua Yan was startled slightly, and thanked him in a low voice: "Thank you, unintentional senior."

Although this sword is very ordinary, it is a reward from the quasi-sage after all, and later placed in the profound sword gate can also make the position of the profound sword gate detached.

"Wuxin Daoist, do you think the heritage here will be in this building?"

Xiang Yuntian and others gathered around Su Han.

The others also stood up.

But they are all quasi-sage strong.

The rest of the strong golden figure did not dare to stand up without authorization, everyone's identities were still different, and some should be taboo.

Xuanyuan Jingyuan and his cousin stood far away. They didn't dare to get close to Su Han for fear of being missed by Su Han.

The grievances between the human race and the **** race have been passed down from generation to generation for countless years. Now this situation is very detrimental to them. If they are worried about, the other party can solve him in twos or twos.

"I don't know, but in this colorful city, it looks like a place of heritage. Go up and see?"

Su Han smiled lightly.

Zhao Ke nodded slightly, "Just go up and see."

Everyone looked weird, and a quasi-sage whispered: "Now I have become like this. As long as it is a little bit dangerous, it will kill me."

He glanced at Li Zhuojiu's body.

Isn't Li Zhuojiu that way?

The disciple of the Great Sage of the Great Fairy Demon Academy, Red Cloud Demon Lord, the quasi-sage third-level powerhouse, is unparalleled in the world.

Killed too many quasi-sages, the record is outstanding.

But such a strong man was killed by a Yuandan realm martial artist, how dare they act rashly?

"Danger and chance coexist. If you want to be free from danger, you will get chance. It's too greedy."

Zhao Ke said lightly.

"We know these. We just thought, can Wuxin Daochang go to the front and we go back?

If it is really dangerous, the unintentional leader will take care of me. If there is anything in the southern part of the state that needs help, just say hello. "

A quasi-sage holds a fist.

When the others heard this, they all agreed.

This is their plan, and they hope that Su Han can take care of one or two, so that their risk of death will also be reduced a lot.

"Humph."

Xuanyuan Jingyuan snorted secretly in his heart, if it weren't for this place, everyone's cultivation base would have been completely confined.

Why does he need to look at each other's face here.

Just now Li Zhuojiu wouldn't die in the hands of a Yuandan, and he might even have solved Su Han for him.

"You are a little bit unnatural, so many people, why let people go ahead?"

When Long Xiaojiao heard this, he couldn't help but speak.

"What are you? Have your share of it?"

A prospective saint couldn't help frowning.

But soon, a touch of consternation appeared on his face, and the others looked at Long Xiaojiao in shock.

The golden horns on his head have proved his identity as a true dragon clan!

When was there a real dragon here?

Long Yunluo said in surprise: "Are you?"

"I, Dragon Xiaojiao from True Dragon Academy."

Long Xiaojiao faintly looked at the quasi-sage, turning his face pale and sweating.

"Brother Long, it's unreasonable underneath. Don't blame Brother Long."

The prospective saint repeatedly apologized.

What a joke, even if his family is a hundred times stronger, a thousand times stronger, it can't be compared to the True Dragon Academy.

If a real dragon is really upset, his family will only be destroyed overnight.

"It's okay, I'm a relatively large number of people. Just now, I thought you fart."

Long Xiaojiao waved to him.

"..."

"Yes."

The quasi-sage nodded, then stopped speaking, and did not dare to show anger in his heart.

"Isn't this the one pursued by the young master of the mysterious cave? Except for no horns on his head."

Su Han looked at Long Xiaojiao with a strange expression.

"Long Xiaojiao? It's that..."

Long Yunluo looked weird, and his heart interrupted the thoughts of friendship with Long Xiaojiao.

She knows how this person is in the True Dragon Academy. It can be said that in the past few years, the True Dragon family has lost face several times because of this person's existence.

"Wonderless Daoist, you look like an old friend of mine, I think I am very fond of you, let's go in together."

Long Xiaojiao smiled towards Su Han.

"Some time ago, were you chased and killed by the monster race in the Profound Demon Cavern."

Su Han suddenly said.

Long Xiaojiao froze for a moment, and then looked at Su Han suspiciously: "How do you know? Are you in the same group as that bitch?"

"They just happened to meet me when they were chasing you."

Su Han smiled lightly.

"then?"

Long Xiaojiao asked.

"The other party's rude words were killed by me."

Su Han smiled.

Long Xiaojiao's eyes lit up, and he laughed three times, "Look, I really fell in love with you, let's go, let's go over there to get the inheritance of this place, you go ahead, and I will give you a back seat."

"His grandmother, this guy said so high-sounding, he didn't have the same idea as us."

Quite a few quasi-sages cursed secretly in their hearts, but on the surface they looked at Long Xiaojiao with a smile, and even a hint of flattery appeared in their eyes.

"Since this place has brought me in and imprisoned my cultivation, there must be a profound meaning in it.

You might as well go in and see if there is any danger, if I can help, I will naturally help. "

Su Han smiled lightly.

Everyone looked at each other, and finally nodded slowly, walking towards the building together regardless of who was behind.

The rest followed.

Chu Junhong looked at Li Zhuojiu's body, shook his head with a complicated expression, and walked towards the building with everyone.

When everyone walked to the door of this building, there was a figure inside, slowly walking out.

This figure is extremely huge, three feet tall, and the skin all over his body is covered with a kind of cold dead dust.

Like a black and white painting. Only his eyes are full of colorful colors.