I Can See the Hidden Chance

　　Yi Xiaofeng was lying on the ground. He could see a famous monk kneeling on the surrounding ruins. Sweeping his eyes away, there were hundreds of people.

　　 "Why am I not dead yet?"

　　 Yi Xiaofeng had such a thought in his mind.

　　 He has been lying down for half an hour, and if he changed to modern time, that would be an hour.

　　 did not die, died without blood.

　　 It's not just him.

　　 The audience in his live studio was also wondering.

　　 "It's been an hour, my brother Yi is still alive!"

　　 "Awesome, Xiaoqiang."

　　 "I feel there is a turning point. If Tu Xin's ancestor does not kill me, I will die."

　　 "Why must die? Now Yi Xiaofeng can still stand up? Even if he can stand up, he can fly up to beat Tu Xin ancestor?"

　　 "The sword saint is cold, don't think about it, now it is the stage where Moxiu and Xiexiu are competing for favor under Tu Xin's ancestor."

　　 "Poor, but I still want to see if Yi Xiaofeng can rise."

　　 "If Yi Xiaofeng can live to the end, I will call him Dad!"

　　……

　　 Yi Xiaofeng still doesn't know the barrage of the audience.

　　 But the scene of the show's recording scene has been facing him, and I can also see Tu Xin's ancestor.

　　 Compared to Yi Xiaofeng who was lying on the ground, other players looked even more unbearable.

　　 At least Yi Xiaofeng dared to resist, the other players all chose to compromise and bow down.

　　 In this situation, the program group naturally has Yi Xiaofeng as the mainstay.

　　Xianxia game is definitely not a survival game.

　　 The Earth Alliance wants to promote a chivalrous character.

　　Some people, even if they are demons or evil, have chivalrous hearts.

　　Some people kowtow to demons even if they are the right way.

　　 Although the players know that there are spectators watching, they have no choice.

　　 "Heavenly Fairy Game" is too real, even if they want to give up and choose to commit suicide, they will get a real suicide experience.

　　 That kind of fear is enough to make most people daunt.

　　 Hundreds of monks knelt on the ruins, looking up at Tu Xin ancestor.

　　 Tu Xin's ancestor was motionless, still closed his eyes, as if sleeping.

　　 The colorful glazed trees in the distance and the sky full of bats and ghosts are still there, and the atmosphere of horror has not dissipated.

　　 "What the **** does he want to do?"

　　 Qin Qinxue frowned, feeling very uneasy.

　　 Even if she pretends to be a magic repair, she still thinks she will die.

　　 According to her investigation, Moxiu’s main mission is not at all for Tu Xin ancestor.

　　 This task is entirely in the rhythm of Xu Lang. The other demons were afraid of Tu Xin ancestor, so they had to follow the boat and didn't want to fight Tu Xin ancestor. Over time, all the demons reached a unified opinion and even started to fake their power.

　　Since Moxiu didn't work for Tu Xin Patriarch, then Tu Xin Patriarch might kill Mo Xiu.

　　Qin Qinxue shuddered when he thought of this.

　　 This script, won’t the entire army be wiped out, right?

　　 Other players are also very upset.

at this time.

　　 Tu Xin's ancestor suddenly opened his eyes and slowly fell.

　　 He fell in front of Bai Hongxiao and kicked him.

　　Bai Hongxiao flew out and hit a big rock, just like a puppet, lifeless.

　　 Tu Xin's ancestor smiled sarcastically, he glanced at Yi Xiaofeng, and then glanced at the other people who bowed down to him.

　　 In order to survive, the five daughters of Chenlan had to bow down to him.

　　 Tu Xin's ancestor at this moment is like the only king in the world, and all beings are surrendered to him.

　　 Boom! boom! boom……

　　 A vine suddenly broke through the ruins, entwining a famous monk.

　　 Qin Qinxue didn't have time to escape, and was also entangled in the vines and rolled up in the air.

　　 Chenlan is the same, she struggled hard, still in vain.

　　 Yi Xiaofeng was missed.

Do not.

　　 is not being missed.

　　 Tu Xin ancestor deliberately.

　　 Yi Xiaofeng saw Tu Xin's ancestor's eyes, full of jokes.

　　 "What does this lunatic want to do?"

　　 Yi Xiaofeng gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice.

　　 "He wants to refine a magic soldier and rush out of the Northern Wei Dynasty."

　　 A voice suddenly sounded.

　　 Yi Xiaofeng was taken aback.

　　Bai Hongxiao!

　　 He subconsciously turned his head to look at Bai Hongxiao.

　　Bai Hongxiao's body remained motionless.

　　 "Don't look, my soul is in your body. From now on, I say, listen, don't show the flaws." Bai Hongxiao's voice sounded again.

　　 Yi Xiaofeng's heartbeat quickened, and he saw hope again.

"Before the Northern Wei Dynasty, the imperial family sent many monks here to show that they are very concerned about the colorful glazed trees. Now that the Zhuo Yebao has changed, the Northern Wei imperial family cannot be unconscious. The Northern Wei Dynasty will surely set up a net to capture Tu Xin’s ancestors. Although the ancestor Tu Xin is strong, he has not yet reached the level of invincibility in the world. There is an old monster in the Imperial Palace of the Northern Wei Dynasty, who can easily squeeze the ancestor Tu Xin to death, so he needs a demon army to confuse his eyes and help him escape."

　　 "This is also the purpose of Tu Xin's ancestor not killing you."

　　 "When he refines the magic soldier, the soul will split a part out and get into the magic soldier's body, so that the blood, appearance, and breath of the magic soldier will completely become himself. In this process, he must be distracted. This is our opportunity."

　　 Bai Hongxiao's voice kept ringing, as indifferent as before, giving Yi Xiaofeng a strong sense of security.

　　 At this time.

　　 Tu Xin's ancestor raised his hand, and a tree vine swept a young man over.

　　 The magical energy overflowed along the palm of Tu Xin's ancestor, and quickly entangled the young man.

　　 The young man’s mouth was blocked, his eyes filled with panic and despair.

　　 He shivered, he could only watch death walking by.

　　 "But... he is just a distraction, how can you kill him with one blow?"

　　 Yi Xiaofeng asked in his heart, very puzzled.

　　 Before Bai Hongxiao tried his best to kill the ancestor Tu Xin, now only the soul can kill him?

　　 "Before I was cursed, I deliberately kept a force in your Scarlet Cloud Sword, plus my primordial spirit, I will definitely be able to kill him."

　　 "Just a sword."

　　Bai Hongxiao's tone is calm, but full of confidence.

　　 can even be said to be conceited!

　　 "One sword?"

　　 "One sword."

　　 "Then you come."

　　 "It's not me, it's you."

　　 Yi Xiaofeng was stunned~www.novelmt.com~ I am coming?

　　 I take my life to help you fight?

　　 "Relax, don't resist." Bai Hongxiao's voice sounded again.

　　 Yi Xiaofeng felt his body lighten, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the spiritual energy in his body was boiling.

"This is……"

　　 Yi Xiaofeng is secretly surprised.

　　 He found that he had lost control of his body.

　　 The Juggernaut is stealing him?

　　 "Look at this sword clearly, don't forget it in this life."

　　 "This sword is called..."

　　 Bai Hongxiao's voice continued to sound, Yi Xiaofeng's right hand quietly lifted, palm facing the Chiyun sword not far away, and the blade began to tremble slightly.

　　 The audience noticed Yi Xiaofeng's actions.

　　 The host was excited: "Is this player Yi Xiaofeng going to fight again? My God! What a will this is!"

　　 Countless spectators held their breath, and the barrage surged.

　　 Tu Xin's ancestor was refining magic soldiers, and did not notice Yi Xiaofeng's small actions.

　　 Yi Xiaofeng's left hand suddenly slapped the ground, and his body was so shaken that he soared. Then he disappeared in mid-air, and Chi Yun Sword also disappeared.

　　 "The sword under heaven-hear the Tao!"

　　Bai Hongxiao's voice just fell, and Yi Xiaofeng only felt a flower in front of him, unable to see.

　　 Under everyone's gaze, Yi Xiaofeng slaughtered in front of Tu Xin's ancestor out of thin air, and slapped Tu Xin's ancestor with a palm.

　　In an instant, Yi Xiaofeng separated seven clones, and raised his palms from different directions to pat the ancestor Tu Xin.

　　 Boom!

The Scarlet Cloud Sword descended from the sky, right on the head of Tu Xin’s ancestor, and the horrible sword aura burst out, like a hundred-foot lightsaber, the magical soldier descended from the sky, calming the devil, and Tu Xin’s ancestor dissipated on the spot, and the young man who was entangled by the devil directly Throw it out.

　　 The monks who bowed down on the ruins were all lifted by the strong wind.