Peerless Daoist

One after another loud sound, in the air non-stop echo open.

In the sky, countless inner disciples appeared and bowed to Lu Yu.

Neimen 72 peak, this time a dozen peaks, all ready to attract Lu Yu.

Coming out of the mission hall, Lu Yu's killing of the crazy swordsman has been spread in the inner door.

Some intentional forces naturally intend to bring Lu Yu to their side.

Lu Yu's face did not change. It seemed that he had expected such a situation.

"Younger martial brother Fang Yun." Just then, a soft voice fell into Lu Yu's ear.

It turned out to be fan Shijing, with a group of female disciples of Tibet Xiufeng, came over with a pretty face.

"Younger martial brother Fang Yun, we Tibetan Xiufeng, also want to invite you to join us. What do you think?" Fan Shijing's voice is very low, and after finishing, he can't help falling down.

They hide Xiufeng, which is the bottom of the 72 peak, and most of them are female disciples.

I'm afraid Lu Yu will not choose them.

After she finished, the disciple of qiankunfeng suddenly sneered: "elder martial brother Fang, as long as you join our Qiankun peak, all our skills will be your choice, and our master has already said that we can give you the top-level training room to practice."

Fan Shijing couldn't help saying, "we can also give these to Tibet Xiufeng."

The disciple of qiankunfeng couldn't help laughing and said, "is it up to you to hide Xiufeng? Your master has been seriously ill for many years and has not been improved for many years. What's more, there are still some residual half skills that deserve to compete with us?"

Fan Shijing clenched her teeth and clenched her fist, but she had no choice.

He said that this is a fact, Tibet Xiufeng strength is very low, does not have the capital to compete with others.

"I joined Tibet Xiufeng." Lu Yu suddenly said.

As soon as this was said, there was an uproar all around.

There are more than ten peaks on the scene. Although the strength is different, we can't choose the worst Tibetan Xiufeng.

The disciple of qiankunfeng called out, "elder martial brother Fang Yun, you can think about it again."

Lu Yu flatly refused: "no need, please take me to thank your master."

Lu Yu's attitude is enough to explain everything. Although the people of Qiankun peak clench their teeth, they dare not be too presumptuous.

After all, Lu Yu killed the existence of the spirit state.

"Let's go." The people of qiankunfeng left angrily.

However, before leaving, qiankunfeng disciple still left a sentence: "elder martial brother Fang, although you are strong, but if your teammates can't do it, you will never achieve anything in the inner door."

Seeing that these people had already left, the disciples of other peaks all sighed and dispersed.

Fan Shijing's pretty face has been slightly red, and finally sighed: "in fact, you are the best with them. Everyone of qiankunfeng's disciples is very powerful. If you are with them, you will have a greater chance to win in the inner door trial."

Lu Yu smiles faintly, but does not speak.

It's the same who he's on the team with.

With Lu Yu's strength, few of his contemporaries can meet his opponent.

He followed fan Shijing all the way to Tibet Xiufeng.

As expected, Lu Yu stepped into it and immediately felt the aura here, which could not be compared with that of Lieyang peak.

"The master was seriously ill, and most of the aura gathered by the sect's spirit gathering array over the years was also used by the master to heal the wounds." Fan Shijing apologized a little.

Just stepped into Tibet Xiufeng, suddenly came a group of men with frivolous face.

"Isn't this elder martial sister fan? Hehe, I heard that you ran out to recruit someone to come back. This is not your wild man." The man sneered.