The God of Destruction

"Oh," the old man in a green robe lamented, as though resentful. Yuan Ying is the highest existence in the fairy world, so she fell down. Unfortunately, I have been a foundation monk for so many years. The old man pulled his pale beard and vented his resentment in his heart.

The big man seemed to be thinking.

Suddenly, the white-faced scholar turned around, picked it up in the corner of his eyes, and asked Xiuyi's woman:

"Compared to the public school, I am interested in Zhuzhuangtai. Why is a monk interested in Zhuzhuangtai? Changyimen does not accept disciples very much, is it not enough manpower?"

Anyone can hear the meaning of provocation. The old man and the big man were taken aback. I didn't expect the white-faced scholar to dare to say this in front of the fairy. Without Hua Yuzong's support, the two people would directly believe that he would die. The two pinched cold sweats and glanced at the woman in clothes to see how she reacted.

The woman in the dress turned her head casually, without feeling at all.

The white-faced scholar trembled in his heart and stood up involuntarily.

I saw a pile of white gas inexplicably appear in front of the white-faced student. The white-faced scholar had an icy body, and a layer of icy ice sealed him from bottom to top to the naked eye at a visible speed. When he tried to resist, the ice had climbed to his chest and the mana was concentrated! Chill is like a white blade that cuts off the white-faced scholar's skin, but the white-faced scholar's pupils are enlarged and sweat rushes out, as if the heat of the whole body is pressing on his head.

"Do I have to take care of my work?" The woman in casual clothes turned and looked at the white-faced scholar sitting on the chair. Slowly spread out the white hand, one finger gently facing the student's white face a little!

An ice cone suddenly burst from the ice on his chest, wrapped in white air, and stretched around his neck.

The thin skin on the neck of the white-faced scholar clearly felt the cold air from the ice cone. This white-faced scholar was too scared to move. Their appearance was distorted and ugly.

Oh. The woman in clothes suddenly laughed.

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Everyone present looked at each other in dumbfounded.

Oh. Just now, the pretty woman who no longer smiled laughed again when she saw the white-faced scholar. After a while, the arm wiped gently, as if the willow brushed the spring of a river inadvertently at the edge of the river.

After the light of the white-faced students gathered and dissipated, the ice layer scattered into a small piece of light powder, which fell on the ground and disappeared. On his body, there was no trace on the ground. His face quickly returned to normal.

"Don't you want to know why I came here? I will tell you. Zhang Yimin came to meet an important disciple this time. For security reasons, I was sent."

"Accept disciples?"

There was a sudden burst of noise from the crowd. Zhang Yimen has the fewest disciples. How can they not be surprised if he accepts disciples so high-profile now? In addition to surprise, doubt is even more significant.

But the woman turned around and ignored them.

There was some embarrassment in the crowd, I don't know what to do.

"Now we are ready, Taoyou. Let's go and preside over it." The sweaty man in the shirt gave a round scene and blinked at the old man in green robe.

The old man in the green robe reacted immediately and should say:

"Yes, sir, let's preside over it first."

Then, after the two men gave gifts, everyone stepped on a flying device and left the room. ..