I Pick Up A Bunch Of Attributes

Chapter 663: 0663
Chapter 663-Unfriendly Arrival

“It’s you?”

Feng Xia raised his eyebrows slightly.

At this moment, the person he was staring at was a fat old man with white hair and beard. His face was ruddy, and he had a kind and cheerful appearance.

Feeling Xia Feng’s gaze, the fat old man’s heart skipped a beat, but he still forced a smile.”

“Hierarch, are you calling me?”

“I’m calling you.”

Feng Xia sized him up a few more times. After confirming that there was no mistake, he felt both angry and amused.

Sixth Elder Liu Chuanyuan could not help but be wary when he saw this.

He instantly thought of the worst possibility…

This white and fat elder might be a chess piece sent by the enemy!

Today, their understanding of this world was no longer limited to the corner of Xuan Wu Country. Liu Chuanyuan knew that the entire Western Region had been wiped out by the Sect Leader, and the only enemy at the moment… It came from the other side of the vast East China Sea!

It was also at the time when the Thousand Autumn Valley was expanding, so it was not impossible for some people with ill intentions to sneak in.

However, what alerted him was…

The enemy had already infiltrated the elder level so quickly?

“I… I…”

The smile on Feng Xia’s face grew brighter and brighter, but the fat elder’s face turned uglier and uglier. His entire body was shaking non-stop, and his sweat was dripping like a pool of water.

” Kill him!” Summer Breeze raised his hand without thinking.” Stupid Number One, beat him up.”

Jing Qian:”???”

What does this have to do with me?

However, while he was still cursing Feng Xia in his mind, his body rushed out honestly. He raised a small fist and smashed it hard on the elder’s stomach!

“This… This is my fist? So small, so white, so slender…”

Jing Qian almost screamed when he saw his fist.

Is this still me?

However, his ability to speak was still locked. He could only punch with his head lowered. After a few hits, the white and fat old man screamed in pain, and a thick blood mist suddenly rose from his body!

Bang!

The sound, which was like the morning bell and evening drum, spread in all directions in an instant. Even with the cultivation of Liu Chuanyuan, Lei Shao, and the others, their blood and qi stagnated for a moment!

All the elders were shocked.” What kind of monster is this Elder Mu?!”

The blood mist was obviously not real blood, but the manifestation of some kind of divine power phenomenon. The drum sound that made people’s flesh and blood wither faintly revealed a tragic killing intent!

This was completely different from Elder Mu’s usual cheerful and kind image.

“Stop fighting, stop fighting! The old man’s waist is about to be broken.”

However, at the next moment, they heard Elder Mu’s miserable cry from the blood mist. It was heartbreaking to hear it and tears to see it!

Everyone was stunned on the spot.

“Muchen, how long has it been since we last met, and you have already become an elder of the Qianqiu Valley? You’re living a good life, aren’t you?” Feng Xia said with a faint smile as he clasped his hands behind his back.

The other elders could not tell, but how could Feng Xia not?

This Elder Mu was Old Ancestor Mu Chen!

After not seeing him for a period of time, Old Ancestor Mu Chen’s abilities had improved again. Compared to when he was in the Thousand Demon Kingdom, he was clearly much stronger. It was obvious that he had already found the right way to cultivate.

The only problem was…

Old Ancestor Muchen’s lazy and greedy personality had not changed even a little bit!

In just a few days, he had actually secretly become an elder of the Qianqiu Valley and swindled food and drinks right under his nose!

“What the hell is this? It hurts so much! Big brother! Senior! Great Immortal! If you’re magnanimous, please let me go. I’m about to die from the pain…”

Old Ancestor Mu Chen’s main body was a drum that was suspected to be at the divine level. His defensive power was shocking, and as he continued to dig out his potential, this terrifying defensive power was still increasing day by day!

But…

He had met a fanatic!

Oh, I met Jing Qian.

Jing Qian’s original body was a true god. Even if the battle puppets were not the clones of a god, be it the god’s bones, god’s blood, god’s skin, and so on, they were all genuine ” divine materials “!

If the Pig Slaughtering Knife that was still sleeping and the divine sword that had been left behind seven hundred years ago were to be disregarded, the Infatuated Man No. 1 battle puppet could be considered the strongest offensive weapon in the Qianqiu Valley!

In comparison, Old Ancestor Mu Chen’s main body might be the strongest defensive divine artifact.

As the saying goes, when two strong players meet, there must be one…

“Hmph, is this the strongest sect in Xuan Wu? It’s really funny.”

A cold laugh suddenly came from outside the Thousand Autumn Valley.

Moreover, as if he was afraid that people would not hear him clearly, there was a trace of magic power mixed in his sneer. In an instant, it had already spread throughout the entire Qianqiu Valley!

Feng Xia raised his eyebrows again and looked in the direction of the voice.

The first thing he saw was the familiar Ancient King Chariot. Xuanwu Emperor Mo Lianque was holding a long whip and sitting on the head of the chariot with a helpless look on his face. It was different from the past when he rode the Ancient King Chariot to face the enemy. This time, he was really sitting outside the carriage as the coachman!

“Your Majesty, who is in this carriage? You didn’t kill his head?”

Feng Xia was stunned for a moment before he smiled faintly.” Speaking of which, Your Majesty seems to be getting more and more skilled at being a coachman.”

“How rude!”

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the voice in the carriage. A random leader of a small force doesn’t even know to kneel when he speaks?”

Swoosh

The mountain gate of the Thousand Autumn Valley instantly fell silent.

Even Stupid No. 1 Jing Qian stopped beating him up for the time being. Old Ancestor Mu Chen turned back into the image of a fat old man, and he lay on the ground like a pile of mud as he panted heavily.

As for the others in the valley, they all turned their gazes to the Ancient King War Chariot.

“Sect Master Feng.”

The king’s mouth twitched and he forced an ugly smile. Uncle.”

Second Ancestor’s uncle?

Many people present did not know who the Second Ancestor was, but Feng Xia knew that he was the trump card of Xuan Wu Country, the trump card of their plan to change the world!

However, Feng Xia had taken care of the problem in advance, so Second Ancestor had no chance to intervene.

Later on, he experienced the transformation of Summer Wind’s Mysterious Art of Creation, and he regained his youth before dying of old age. It was basically equivalent to living a second life!

In Xuan Wu Country, the second ancestor’s seniority could be said to be unmatched.

The uncle of the second ancestor could crush a large number of people just by relying on this identity. The current Emperor Xuanwu was only a junior in front of him.

“That guy’s uncle?”

Feng Xia’s gaze landed on the Ancient King War Chariot, but he could see through the obstruction of the carriage and see a middle-aged man inside. He looked similar to Second Ancestor and Mo Lianque.

As if sensing Feng Xia’s gaze, the middle-aged man snorted again.”

“Mo Lianque, are none of your officials obedient?”