The seventh sister of crossing the immortals is a bit fierce

Chapter 130

Fire trees, silver flowers, and Liefeng are iconic plants that can be seen everywhere.

"No, there is no burning sensation! It's just an illusion."

After Huang Tian left the world of ice and snow, he appeared here, a place full of fake fiery trees and silver flowers.

However, Huang Tian was secretly glad that he escaped from the ice and snow, barely survived.

There is no turning back, there is only a small path in front of him, Huang Tian was secretly vigilant and moved forward.

Hou Dao also left the hot place at this time, and walked along the only path, loose on the outside and tight on the inside.

In this situation, the fifty disciples walked slowly or hurriedly along the only road in front of them. In the distance, all the roads eventually lead to an end point, without exception.

dark place.

"Senior Sister Mu Hua, is it too impatient for us to drive the disciples to the same place so early?" the middle-aged handsome bearded uncle asked, stroking his most proud beard.

"Junior Brother Ling's words are different. Ten days is the upper limit, as long as it is completed within ten days, it doesn't matter if it is one day or two days." Mu Hua's superficial age is in his early twenties, and he is mature without losing his sense of youthfulness. , the tone is gentle, but the words are a little impatient.

"Can they all be put together for a scuffle, what if there is no one left?" the handsome bearded uncle hesitated.

"Just look at who the last five people died." Mu Hua was quite calm, wishing that the match she was in charge of would start today, and the results would be produced at that time. The issues considered by the handsome bearded uncle were not within her scope of consideration.

Well, since it is not against the rules, Master Ling will stop talking.

While they were talking, the six fastest disciples had unconsciously stepped into Xia Qi's formation.

When the small anti-illusion array started to work, Xia Qi's heart moved, his eyes slowly opened, and the corners of his mouth raised.They were really lucky, none of these people stepped on the ice talisman.

People outside the formation can't see the formation, they only know that their vision is broadened, and they come to the ice field, covered with white snow, covered with silver, looking up, there are no plants, only the wind and snow, and the biting cold wind.

Xia Qi watched coldly. Among the six people, four were outer disciples, and the highest level was only the seventh level of Qi training.The remaining two were half-familiar faces, as if they were Xia Juncheng's senior brothers and sisters, who had met once.

Don't worry about the people in front of you!

Just looking at the bewildered looks of these grandpas, Xia Qi knew that their Dao heart was not strong enough, and they hadn't practiced the formation much. He might not even be able to persist in the formation for half an hour, so he simply ignored them.

There was a sound of footsteps in the distance, which attracted Xia Qi to observe intently, and unexpectedly 11 more people came from all around!
How can this be so?

Xia Qi was depressed, and all the time went to him, what kind of rhythm was it?Among the 11 people who arrived in the second wave, nine men and two women, Xia Qi didn't know any of them, but among these people, there were three male cultivators who practiced at the ninth level of qi.

One-on-one, Xia Qi felt that he could beat any of them in minutes.One-on-three, it may take a while to fight, but I can still win in the end.A pair of five, the number of wins and losses is five to five.A pair of seven or more, Xia Qi felt that he could wash up and sleep, and then told others not to slap him in the face.

The 11 people didn't look sideways, no matter where they were, whether there was anyone around them, they acted as if there was no one else around, they just walked forward, and in a few breaths, they were about to enter Xia Qi's formation.

Not far away, behind the fire tree, a petite female cultivator appeared, her eyes were agile, she looked left and right, seemed to be very satisfied with the current situation, and laughed.

"It's 17 people." The petite nun stuck out her tongue, shook her head and said, "No, it's 18 people."

She looked in the direction of Xia Qi. Although she couldn't see the real person, there was definitely a faint monk aura over there.

This girl didn't count herself, only the number of opponents.

(End of this chapter)