Chapter 1117 Identity Exposed? 【One】

Yang Yu and Xiaobudian didn't want to attract attention, otherwise their identities would most likely be seen through and would be exposed, but now there's nothing wrong with this old man whose head was pierced by a sword.

When a group of people approached, they were all dumbfounded. Who is this child? God man!

What is he doing, beating on the neck of that being?

I almost lost my eyeballs. This is too speechless. Dare to take action against the ancient spirits!

"Am I dazzled, or did I go to the wrong place? Who are those two children? You must be too daring."

Throughout the ages, countless years have passed, and I have never heard of anyone who dares to disrespect this mysterious existence like this. Today, I have gained a lot of knowledge. The two little broken children are so fierce!

A group of people approached and landed in the courtyard.

Yang Yu folded his hands and stopped, standing aside.

Xiao Budian was extremely vigilant and said, "What do you want to do?"

While talking about holding the sword and sitting on the neck of the gray-haired old man, he refused to come down.

A group of people suddenly fell into a daze, we are here to save you, how can we make us look like wicked people. And what is very speechless is that this child is holding the sword, and it looks like he is protecting food. Do you still want to greedy for that sword?

"You're holding that sword..." an elder said.

"My, my, I found it!"

Little Dot hugged the ancient sword tightly, looking on guard.

"..."

Yang Yu's forehead turned black, he pouted his lips speechlessly, turned directly towards the crowd, and called out again, "Amitabha."

It was as if an eminent monk left after helping others, which made Xiaodian and a group of old men look weird.

"Cough!" Tao Ye, the old man holding the gourd, coughed:

"I think you misunderstood. We don't want this sword, it's here to rescue you."

"Then tell me."

Little Budian was vigilantly holding the ancient sword in one hand and the copper tripod in the other, and slammed it again. This was obviously in a hurry and wanted to get it down as soon as possible.

A group of people in the Butian Pavilion can't help laughing and laughing. Such a superb child is really rare. How can this style seem familiar?

"Stop knocking, no one will rob you!"

Elder Xiong Fei's face turned pale, and he quickly shouted to stop him from continuing to destroy.

And the little boy ignored it, slammed the copper tripod hard, and smashed the sky with a loud noise. Everyone present was shocked. This kid was too fierce, and his strength was amazing!

Elder Zhuo Yun's face was ashen, and he quickly recounted the ancient supernatural thing, telling him that it was an unsolved mystery, which is still shrouded in shadows.

"What, every time it appears, a lot of people die, especially geniuses?"

Xiao Budian was in a daze, the copper tripod in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and then jumped down and ran towards this side.

With a "whoosh", he hung directly on Elder Zhuo Yun's body, hugging him without dying

"What are you doing, kid, why are you holding me?"

Elder Zhuo Yun's face turned pale. According to the legend, if the taboo was touched, the elders would die!

"I gave you that sword, the elders help me!" Little Budian played a swing on him.

"I...don't want it!"

Zhuo Fei's face was pale, what could he do? He couldn't say that he was afraid, right in front of three thousand teenagers.

Little Budian saw that his face had lost its blood, and was suspicious for a while, and then jumped directly onto Elder Xiong Fei's back, wrapped his arms around his neck, and refused to let go.

"The spirit of sacrifice is above!"

Elder Xiong Fei's face turned green all of a sudden, how could this little boy move so fast, and he was actually changed to him, and his heart was terrified.

In particular, he felt as if there was a cold corpse standing in front of him, staring at him.

"Elder, don't move, your head is about to touch his face." Little reminded.

Omg!

Elder Xiong Fei was frightened and frightened. He cursed in his heart and cursed constantly.

"The ancient ghosts seem to be the dead souls of high-level powerhouses. If there is no way to rescue the Tiantian Pavilion, then the only way is to return to Shicun as soon as possible!"

Yang Yu stayed in the crowd with a strange expression and murmured, which made Xiaodian even more helpless.

After traveling all the way to the Butian Pavilion, I haven't reap the benefits yet, so I'm going back now?

"Let's spread it all out, there's nothing to see."

The old man Tao Ye, who was holding the golden gourd, opened his mouth and told all the more than three thousand new disciples to retreat.

"Take him to the ancient palace."

Another high-level figure opened his mouth and wanted to take Xiaodian to an important place in the Butian Pavilion.

Elder Xiong Fei sucked his teeth and Hanako, this little broken child can't get off his body, how can he take it away, but there is an ancient corpse in front of him.

"Elder, you can just walk backwards." Xiaobu pointed out an idea.

In the end, a group of people marched forward in a mighty way, and the darkness was filled with old men and old women, and they rushed to the ancient palace with little ones.

Elder Xiong Fei cursed again and again in his heart. He was really walking backwards along the way, and he could feel a chilly air hitting his body.

How could this little boy stick to him? It's even worse than the bear child in the False God Realm, because this time it's about life and death!

The hall is magnificent and auspicious, built on a high mountain, overlooking the four fields and all the small mountains. This is the discussion hall of the Butian Pavilion, and non-major events are not discussed here.

The interior is splendidly inlaid with various strange stones, glowing with rays of light, even at night without lighting.

In addition, there are primitive treasure bones inside the magnificent palace, and the runes are circulated, blessing this place, and shooting out wisps of Shen Xi.

This colorful and rosy palace dazzled Xiao Budian's eyes, and he wished to find a hammer to knock on him and remove the few precious bones.

"Everyone, sit down." An old man said.

The pavilion master had never left the gate, and a group of elders in the hall were of similar identities, so there was no need to discuss their seats. Of course, elders like Xiong Fei and Zhuo Yun were not included in this list, and their seniority was quite different.

When Xiao Budian calmed down, the splendid brilliance in the palace gradually faded away and became extremely simple.

The Taoist rhythm is everywhere in the Butian Pavilion, alerting the disciples and making people awed.

"Calculate the time, the Baiduan Mountain will be opened again, otherwise we will not appear again in the Butian Pavilion.",

Tao Ye has a high status, holding Huang Chengcheng's gourd in his hand, sitting in the hall, looking around at everyone.

"This time, 'he' did not go to the Ancient Holy Court or the genius camp, but he chose an ordinary disciple, which is really weird."

A man next to him spoke.

"What are you talking about?" Little was puzzled.

"Do you want to live, child?" Tao Ye asked with a smile.

"Why should I die?!" Little Budian asked angrily, holding Xiong Fei's neck.

"lighter!"

Elder Xiong Fei was depressed, this little boy was too strong.

Suddenly, he thought of a possibility, and his whole body stiffened in an instant, and then he shuddered with anger.

He wanted to turn around and grab the boy's face to take a closer look.