C3 An Overconfident Promise

"Xue'er, fate has ended. The mortal world has ended long ago. Let's go!"

A clear and cold voice came from the side. Wang Xiaohu could only see a woman with snow-white snow-white clothes standing alone three meters away from him.

Although her face was covered by a veil, her graceful and graceful figure, as well as her extraordinary temperament, made Wang Xiaohu feel ashamed of his inferiority. Even just a glance at her made him feel that she was blasphemous.

Was it really true that Immortals were different?

Wang Xiaohu could not help but feel disappointed and unwilling in his heart …

And beside the cold female cultivator stood a handsome youth in his early twenties with a jade-like face. However, there was a cold glint in his eyes, making Wang Xiaohu feel that he was in even greater danger than when he was facing the tiger. Wang Xiaohu was a hunter, so he knew what killing intent was. This person's killing intent was even stronger than those ferocious beasts. Moreover, it was directed at him …

"Master!" "Senior brother Tang Bin!" Zhou Ningxue respectfully called out.

Wang Xiaohu did not even notice how these two appeared. Cultivators, these were the legendary cultivators. Wang Xiaohu could not help but clench his fist.

The handsome young man at the side wanted to speak, but the cold voice once again rang out, "No need to speak any further!"

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Zhou Ningxue did not say anything. She did not look back as she walked up to the woman in white, only to see a seven-colored ribbon flying through the air. The woman in white waved her hand and Zhou Ningxue stepped onto the seven-colored ribbon.

Zhou Ningxue turned her head and looked at Wang Xiaohu and the trembling Zhou family not far away. She could not help but tear up.

When Wang Xiaohu saw two figures flying up into the sky on a seven-colored ribbon, he couldn't help but run a few steps and shout, "Where are you going to practice Taoism?"

Zhou Ningxue turned around and absentmindedly replied, "The Misty Nine Immortal Palace …"

The Misty Nine Immortal Palace.

"I'll come find you, I'll come find you, I'll come find you …" Wang Xiaohu shouted loudly. His heart was filled with determination. Even if it was the worst spirit root, he would still become a cultivator … Go to that place and snatch back what belongs to him …

Hearing Wang Xiaohu's shout, Zhou Ningxue's body trembled a little, but she could not move at all on the ribbon.

"Stupid!" "A common man …" Killing intent flashed in Tang Bin's eyes as he coldly looked down at Wang Xiaohu!

Wang Xiaohu felt as if he had fallen into an icehouse, as if he was frozen solid on the spot. He felt even colder than when he first faced the ferocious giant tiger …

"Master, let's go!" Zhou Ningxue's slightly hurried voice sounded out. When the female cultivator heard this, she nodded. Wang Xiaohu was just a trivial ant. Who would be interested in finding trouble with an ant?

She stood on the seven-colored belt with Zhou Ningxue, calmly looking down at the overconfident youth. Such nonsense was laughable, if that youth had only relied on his hot-bloodedness to enter the cultivation world, then he would absolutely die. However, other than matters related to her, she did not care about the life and death of an ignorant youth!

The Seven Colors Belt flew into the sky and disappeared into the horizon!

At this time, the purple-clothed youth waved his hand and a three foot long purple spirit sword appeared beneath his feet. The light was bright and resplendent, even in broad daylight.

The purple spirit sword cut through the air and followed the seven-colored belt into the sky. Wang Xiaohu blankly looked at the blurry shadow as his chest heaved up and down …

"Whoosh …"

An indiscernible ray of light flashed and instantly entered between Wang Xiaohu's eyebrows. Before Wang Xiaohu could clearly see what the light was, his head became dizzy and he fell down …

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