Just after the chaos in Taiwu Ancient City, dozens of monks flew from the outside world, all of whom were energetic, in awe of great momentum, and in extraordinary clothes, they were masters with superb cultivation at first glance.

Among them are clothing, the dense clouds and fog in the Shangxiang, the sword seals and swords, the paintings of beasts and birds, and the arms and wrists with armor. They can be said to have their own characteristics and are clearly from different forces.

Dozens of people followed Wu Li and came to the Northern Qi battle, and instantly surrounded the ruins of Taiwu Ancient City.

Wu Li and Beiqi fought fiercely since Lu Chen and others entered the ancient city. Until now, Beiqi's white hair flew up, and wisps of blue smoke appeared in their minds. It seemed that the internal breath was moving to the extreme and all their abilities were used. There were dozens of cracks on their robes, and several of them were stained with blood stains, revealing a strange bright red.

Looking at Wuli again, the black hairs that were tied up had long been cut off by the Northern Qi Dynasty, the pearl crown was broken, the head was slanted, and the willow eyebrows were tilted. People felt an inaccessible murderous intent. The beautiful and incomparable pretty face was covered with three-point cold and seven-point killing, and the cold smoke was floating in the beautiful face, just like an ice man carved from eternal ice, exuding a cold and harsh aura.

The two masters killed everyone, fought each other and then jumped out of the circle. The divine power flowing on the surface of their bodies was completely refined and unmixed, as if they were ready to fight hard.

The masters following the outside were either whispering, giving advice, or commenting, and speaking one after another. It seems that the two of them were used as examples to comment on the gap and strong strength between the two.

The arrival of dozens of people and the ceasefire between the two masters made the current atmosphere even more strange. No one spoke for a long time.

Sanyin, Long Ting looked at it for a while, and then walked behind Northern Qi, with a respectful expression beyond words.

Almost at the same time, Zong Fan, Lu Chen and others surrounded each other, and immediately divided the two teams into two distinct formations. The cultivators who were later led the camps on the outside and stood in a whole array of eight directions.

"Who are these?" The tens of thousands of monks who escaped from the Ancient City of Taiwu were all frightened.

After the noise, some people found the clothes that these people were wearing, and the ancient city suddenly became in chaos.

"Hey, this clothing is very familiar, it seems to be from Langchi City." An old man with broken arms raised his eyes on the ground below and exclaimed from a team of monks wearing ancient well microwave robes.

As the old man started, a dozen figures suddenly flew out of the crowd. These people looked different and looked embarrassed. Some were extremely sloppy and had all kinds of things. There was only one point where these people showed excited and long-lost joy expressions and shot into the array of eight directions.

"I've seen Daddy." A big man with a beard knelt down at a middle-aged man who was not much younger than him.

On the other hand, a handsome boy threw himself into the arms of a gray-haired old man in tears, and kept shouting: "Brother 3, you are finally here."

"Second uncle, eldest brother, third brother..." A series of affectionate names resounded throughout the audience. The sky above Taiwu Ancient City was instantly shrouded in the atmosphere of "reunited reunion after a long time". Lu Chen and others were stunned and confused.

"Dad, you avenge your third sister." In the southeast, a bearded man flew up. Lu Chen had a vague memory of this person. It was Ximen Hong of Kunlong City.

Beside him was the young man in golden armor who had once shouted and killed Lu Chen. In addition, the old man, the girl and the young man in the twentieth century were not present. Looking at Ximen Hong's sad and angry expression, it was estimated that the three of them had already encountered an accident.

"Kunlong City? Are these people from the Eight Cities of the God Realm?"

Looking at the overall situation, Lu Chen was shocked: Qinghuo led the disciples of the Eight Cities of the God Realm to ask for the Eight-Hanging Sky Lock, which would definitely attract experts from various cities to come to rescue. Qian Xiang and Taiyi's people arrived earlier and fought Qinghuo in the city. It is difficult to guarantee that the masters from other cities would not appear. I guess they were just coming a little later and have arrived here now.

As expected, Lu Chen had just thought of this, Cao Nan and Cao Meng flew down the clouds with his people, walked into the circle, and hugged the many masters coming and going here.

"Dear fellow Taoists, Cao Meng, Cao Nan is polite."

"It turned out to be the two god kings of Qian Xiang." A middle-aged master with a blushed face and a robe on the village, Qingyue walked out lightly and said politely: "Langchi Situ Bo has met two fellow Taoists."

Cao Meng and Cao Nan raised his fist and nodded slightly.

At this time, an old man from the camp with a giant sword embroidered on his green robe floated out, and his voice was clear: "Tian Zhongrui Jun fights, lucky to meet."

Wow! The crowd below suddenly got upset and pointed at the old man in shock and fear.

The ancient capital of Tianzhong, the Rui family is the first person after the ancient war of gods and demons. It is known as the Divine Sword clan. The Tianzhong Rui family is famous for its swords and is born in the Taoist sect. Its power is as high as the eight cities.

As the trouble began, as Ruijun [520     www.biquge520.xyz] stood out, not far from the right side of his body, an old man wearing the ancient beast totem yellow armor took a step and signed up for himself: "Southwest Wanyue City, Xiao Feng, I have met all the gods."

With a few people starting, the sky suddenly became chaotic, and experts from all sides stood up, one by one were the masters of the God King who were famous in the God Realm.

A young master with a clear Tianjun master on his robe, who was shining with the moon and the world, laughed loudly, "Nandu Nandou City, Xinglie!" This man was shocked and said in a simple and insulting manner, only saying his own name, and laughed twice and joined the camp.

Then a beautiful young woman walked out, graceful and majestic, her dress danced, like a lily blooming: "The gods in the north are ascended, and Wan Xinzhu is polite." The girl bowed gently, and her every move showed her erotic appearance.

The Situ family in Langchi City, the northeast is the Wanjia of Shengshen City, the Rui family in Tianzhong City, the west is the Yue family in Taiyi City, the Xiao family in Wanyue southwest city, the Xing family in Nandou City, the west gate clan of Kunlong City, and the Cao family in Qianxiang City, the eight cities in the divine world appear at the ruins of Taiwu Ancient City.

The ruins of the ancient city are filled with sighs. Usually, these people call out a top master who is famous and famous. They are real overlords in the third heaven. They want to meet each other. Now, because of the Taiwu Ancient City, the Eight Cities of the God Realm have moved all their people to the ruins of the ancient city. How can it not be surprising?

After a while of whispering, the ruins of the ancient city fell into unprecedented peace. It was Wang Xinglie, the middle god of Nandou City, who broke the silence of the scene. However, the object of his speech was not the people from the Eight Cities of the God Realm, but the Northern Qi.

"Star Chasing Art, if Xing is not wrong, the senior should be the God King of Northern Qi, and the junior Xinglie, this is polite."

The God King of Northern Qi was not good-looking, and he glared at Wu Li with a grim eyebrows for a while before looking at Xinglie and said high above: "The Nandou Moon Flowing Moon Technique is similar to my star-chasing technique. Xing Ganhe, the ancestor of the Xing family, is even the best. Brother Xing once met with him, and he is considered an old friend, so you don't have to be too polite."

Everyone knows that the God King of Northern Qi is arrogant and does not take it seriously. Although his words give people a feeling of being superior to everyone, no one feels inappropriate. Xing Lie even smiled, bowed and took a step back slightly, apologized: "Senior, you are polite, I should."

After hearing this, everyone sighed and went forward to salute. Although the people present were powerful, they were inferior to the level of the Northern Qi God King. After Xing Lie said that the most important thing was Cao Meng and Cao Nan.

The two clasped their fists and said, "Cao Meng, Cao Nan has met his senior." Cao Nan looked at Wu Li intentionally or unintentionally, with a slightly worried look.

However, the Northern Qi God King refused to give him any face, and his face turned cold and said, "It turns out that he is the Cao family God King. The Northern Qi has a humble status. How dare you accept this great gift? Humph!"

Everyone knew that the disciples of the Northern Qi Divine King held an important position in Qianxiang City. Theoretically, the Northern Qi Divine King should be closest to the people in Qianxiang City. Unexpectedly, the two God Kings of the Cao family made the Northern Qi Divine King refute their face as soon as they stood up. They were surprised. But after a moment, Ximen Yuetian, the middle god king of Kunlong City, who knew the details, briefly explained the incident of Wucanhe River many years ago, everyone suddenly realized.

Many years ago, the Long family was actually greedy for merit, and finally provoked someone who dared not provoke him, and gave up a eldest son. Speaking of which, if Cao Ju had not pleaded with him, even Long Ting and San Yin might not have survived. Later, although Long Ting was ordered to give way, the Long family was still one of the three Qianxiang Mansions, and their status did not decrease at all. Logically speaking, the Northern Qi God King should have been favored on behalf of his disciples, but he actually held a grudge against Qianxiang City. He sarcastically made the two god kings of the Cao family lose face in front of everyone, and made the atmosphere extremely awkward for a moment.

Cao Meng and Cao Nan's face turned red. Although he was angry, he couldn't speak. No matter what, the cultivation level of the Northern Qi Divine King was there. Now these people could count the slap that could shake him. Cao Meng and Cao Nan dared not refute it.

Everyone stood there and smiled secretly, waiting to see the Cao family's jokes. Cao Meng and Cao Nan did not dare to argue with reason, and lowered their heads and sighed with shame.

Cao Nan also looked at Lu Chen from time to time. Now that the enemy has come to him, Lu Chen is surprisingly showing that he is lazy and lazy, which makes Cao Nan even more bitter.

In fact, Lu Chen has always been paying attention to the former Northern Qi Divine King. He has fought since he met Wu Li, and has been fighting until now. After almost two days, he has not decided on the winner. Lu Chen is not surprised.

He was surprised, but he knew that now was not the time to show off his power. As long as the other party kept chasing and fighting, he would not fight without fighting. The key was to leave Taiwu City first. Otherwise, if a wise guy raised the matter of the remains of the Great Lord and suspected it on him after careful analysis, it would not only be his own and Beiqi Cave. He probably would have to end up being chased by everyone.
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