What is Elder Su's identity? How could he stand up for these external servants?

Besides, no one knows that Elder Su has a weird temper and has not been in the Divine Sword Sect for a few days.

Listening to Tengming's words, the remaining teenagers were originally afraid, but now they all relaxed again, sneering in their eyes.

Although no one in the sect dared to provoke him, how could he help a few servile disciples stand up?

Seeing that Teng Ming and others were not concerned about it, they were determined to snatch everyone's Peiyuan Pill today, Xu Jiahui's expression became more and more serious.

Although there are many people, these five disciples are a year earlier than her and theirs, and their strength is much stronger than her and theirs.

There are many people here, but they will not be opponents.

Don’t be too slow. If you hand over the Peiyuan Pill, why not toast and not eat the punishment!

Teng Ming looked at Xu Jiahui and others with a sneer, his breath fluctuated, and he slowly walked forward. Mu looked disdainful and never took this group of people to heart.

If you want to grab Peiyuan Dan, I will fight with you!

The young man with a low head and solid body was filled with anger, and his body suddenly swept out with vitality. The golden metallic energy was dazzling, with a sharp momentum. He stepped forward and his figure rushed forward, and his hand punched directly at Tengming.

This punch contains a kind of martial arts and is quite powerful.

The metallic energy is sharp, and the sound of "whimpering" breaking wind is heard in the air.

Zhang Qing, you are overestimating your ability. If you don’t eat toast, you will be punished to help you.

Facing the Dunshi boy's punch, Tengming didn't care at this moment. He looked faintly sneered and stepped out with a step. Before the former punch, he quickly moved sideways and avoided them.

A punch passed by Tengming's shoulder, and the sharp energy whistled, shaking his ears.

But at this moment, Teng Ming's face darkened, and he quickly kicked the young man who was called Zhang Qing's lower abdomen.

Bang!

With a faint muffled sound, Zhang Qing's body immediately curled up, and blood was spurted out from his mouth.

Zhang Qing, be careful, Tengming, you are so hateful!

Xu Jiahui shouted, and the vitality in the beautiful figure suddenly spread. Her white palms were poked out, her five fingers were slender, and her vitality was gathered, and there was a fluctuation of green light, and she slapped towards Tengming.

Why should junior sister Jiahui stand up for these useless guys? If you are willing, Peiyuan Dan will naturally not want junior sister Jiahui. After I become an inner disciple, I will also find a way to make junior sister Jiahui become an inner disciple!

While Teng Ming was speaking, his hands were not empty. He shook his arms and was quite imposing. He slapped Xu Jiahui with the same palm.

Swish!

Two strong winds collide, the palm prints touch, and they split as soon as they touch, and the strong wind spreads, and sand and stones fly around them.

Dingdeng.

Xu Huixin staggered, her pretty body with a very curved and tender body took several steps back to stabilize, and her beautiful face surged a little pale.

But this time, Teng Ming's body also shook back a step back, and a light flashed through his face.

Stop talking nonsense. If I want to become an inner disciple, I will fight for it myself. You should become an inner disciple first!

Xu Jiahui stabilized her body, looked at Tengming, bit her teeth lightly, and her aura became stronger once again, and the aura at the eighth level of the Yuanhun Realm was unreserved.

Listening to Xu Jiahui's words, Teng Ming's expression showed a gloomy look.

I heard that Jiahui’s junior sister has good talent, but since that’s the case, it’s just right to verify it!

Tengming finished speaking, his right foot slowly raised, and then fell down with a bang.

boom!

Suddenly, a low roar of energy sounded from Tengming's soles, and the waves of vital energy rushed out, and the aura of the ninth level of the Yuanhun Realm swept out.

This momentum is significantly stronger than Xu Jiahui's aura.

Teng Ming sneered, he must enter the inner door this time, otherwise the opportunity will become smaller and smaller.

If you can get a few more Yuan Pei Dan recently, your cultivation level will be one point higher, and you will have one point higher chance of entering the inner sect by then.

If Junior Sister Jiahui is so ignorant, don’t blame me for not being merciful!

As the words fell, the transparent figure flew out in a straight line and rushed out towards Xu Jiahui.

It’s just the eighth level of the Yuanhun Realm. Although it is extraordinary, I am already at the ninth level of the Yuanhun Realm. The first level is Yishan. Junior Sister Jiahui, you will not be your opponent!

In a blink of an eye, Teng Ming's figure appeared in front of Xu Jiahui, with a blue light flashing in his hand, clenched with a punch, wrapping up the green light, the air roared, and blasted straight towards Xu Jiahui.

Xu Jiahui bit her red lips tightly, and Qingxiu's face showed a kind of perseverance. She raised her hand and punched her, and rushed towards the former, colliding with the former with a punch.

Bang!

The two fists collided, and a muffled sound came from the touch of the fists, and the green light fluctuated, mixed with the vigorous wind.

Swish

Xu Jiahui's feet shook back while rubbing the ground, and it was difficult to compete.

I said, you won't be my opponent!

Teng Ming sneered, his figure just shook slightly, and he took a step back and stabilized his body. Then he rushed up in an instant, his handprint condensed, and a finger seal condensed by the blue vital energy suddenly flew out.

call out

Wrapped by the energy, this fingerprint was like an arc of electricity, and the sharp sound of breaking the wind roared, as fast as lightning, and was about to sweep directly into Xu Jiahui's shoulder.

Xu Jiahui is retreating. It is impossible to avoid it, and it is difficult to compete with it. Her face changed drastically, and her beautiful and pale face is fading.

Junior Sister Jiahui, be careful!

Zhang Qing and other young girls were also shocked and exclaimed, but were unable to help, so they were even less of their opponents.

Sneak

The tricky fingerprints containing the sharp and strong wind were about to sweep into Xu Jiahui's shoulders, a gray figure suddenly appeared, waved his hand and swept his long sleeves, and the tricky fingerprints disappeared directly in front of him.

After a sudden change, Xu Jiahui was the first to look surprised.

Stop retreating, Xu Jiahui raised her eyes and looked in front of her. The back exuded a special temperament, as tall as a gun, as majestic as a mountain!

This back is very familiar, which makes Xu Jiahui's eyes lit up suddenly.

One by one, one gaze fell on the sudden appearance of the figure.

Suddenly, a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, with long black hair shawls and bronze skin, but it felt like a warm jade.

The boy's face was clearly angular, and he was carrying a very intriguing broken sword on his back, with rusty marks, as if he had dug up somewhere.

The one who came was Su Yi. He wanted to leave, but this was the Divine Sword Sect and he didn't want to cause trouble.
Chapter completed!