"This old man..."                                                                                                                             

I was just playing tricks on me as a monkey?"

Several strong men under the cloak looked at the old man carrying the bench.

The old man grinned and showed his yellow teeth, and smiled and said, "You martial clans are actually able to find out that the clan veins of my Tiance clan are on Zhaixing Peak. It's really a lot of effort! But it's a pity that with an old man, I'm here, you can't get close to Zhaixing Peak!"

In the mysterious realm.

The eight ancient tribes, any tribe, have extremely rigorous and meticulous supervision of their territory.

Because of this... These martial masters were hiding in caravans and directly rushed towards Zhaixing Peak without making any big fuss.

Otherwise.

Just when they entered Tiance Prefecture, they were discovered by the strong men of the Tiance clan and sniped by the strong men. It would not be so easy to destroy the Tiance clan's clan's clan! According to the information they found.

In order not to expose Zhaixing Peak, the Tiance clan was a place where their clan's veins were hidden, and no masters were sent to guard it.

But what they didn't expect was...                                                                                                                           

I heard the words of several powerful martial artists.

The white-haired old man smiled and the bench in his hand was broken flat by him, turning it into a place to shake hands.

Wave it gently in your hand, making a whirring sound.

The bench retreated from its dew and exuded bursts of light.

It turned out to be an ancient Yuan soldier! “The miscellaneous things of the martial clan, my ancestor of the Tiance clan calculated that Zhao Wuji would cause a devastating blow to the Qingtian Realm, and then told the news about Zhao Wuji.

It's not intentionally harming your martial clan..." The old man with white hair shook the bench and looked at several martial clan masters: "Now tens of thousands of years later, you are still thinking about avenging Zhao Wuji, trying to subvert the entire Xuan Realm and bring disaster to countless people in the Qingtian Realm.

The old man has been guarding Zhaixing Peak for tens of thousands of years, how can you get what you want?"

"I'm old, I want to see what you can do to stop me!"

The strong martial artist who had just stepped forward to ask questions snorted coldly.

I saw him running.

Black lights continued to gush out, turning into black light, bent and twisted, and condensed into a black dragon spear in his palm.

A long spear in his hand made a long sound.

"Go straight to Huanglong!"

The gun is like a dragon, and it is extremely powerful.

As the saying goes, "The Year of the Sword and Month Stick" will be a lifelong gun!" If you want to practice marksmanship to the extreme, it is obviously impossible to do without sufficient time to accumulate and hard practice.

This martial arts strongman is at the peak of the Human Reverence Realm. He has been immersed in the gun Taoist practice for thousands of years.

He had already achieved the state of unity of man and gun, but he was only able to run and move, his steps were as sharp as a geek, and his gun was as bright as a dragon! The sharp spear light pierced straight into the white-haired old man's heart.

This is a fatal killer move! However... the white-haired old man snorted coldly and waved his bench suddenly.

Dang! The shocking loud noise suddenly spread throughout Zhaixing Peak.

The spear was actually slapped by the bench and broke into two pieces in the air. Then it was inserted under the ground with a buzzing sound.

But the white-haired old man did not stop. He saw that he moved his feet and appeared in front of the powerful martial arts clan as he stepped across.

"careful!"

"Oh..."                                                                                                                             �

Bang!                                                              

He slapped the head of the Wu clan's powerful man and exploded away, and his whole body flew backwards with a whoosh, and disappeared from sight in that instant.

"That bench can break the ninth-level Yuan soldiers so easily, it is probably the holy soldiers..."                                                                                                                  �

"The damn Tiance clan is indeed cunning. He secretly arranged for the powerful people in the Saint Venerable Realm to stay here..." The powerful people in the martial clan all showed an angry look on their faces, "Who are you?

As far as we know, there is no such person as you among the Saints of the Tiance clan..."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

"Fang Qingyun?

Are you the previous elder of the Tiance clan?”

"I have heard of this person... but the Tiance clan had previously claimed that Fang Qingyun had failed to attack the Saint Lord and had already died. Now it seems that this is just a means of concealing people's efforts, so that you can disappear in front of the world and hide here..." "The Tiance clan, what a scheming!"

A group of powerful martial artists gritted their teeth and said.

"Hmph, no matter whether you really die or pretend to die.

After today, under Zhaixing Peak is your burial place!"

The figure standing in front, with a black cloak on his head, let out a low cry.

Boom! The cloak on him exploded and burst.

"That depends on whether you have the ability!"

Fang Qingyun sneered.

Neither humble nor arrogant, nor fearless.

He is an existence that has survived from ancient times to the present.

The combat power is naturally extremely powerful.

Otherwise, he would not have been assigned to such an important place by the Tiance clan to be responsible for guarding the lifeline of the Tiance clan.

"Then you can take a good look at whether I have the ability!"

The master of the martial clan took a step forward, and his cloak had exploded and scattered in all directions.

A middle-aged man with a bald head, a fat face, and a tendon flesh full of explosive power was revealed.

Fang Qingyun held the bench in his hand, staring at the bald man without any fear, "Old man, I won't kill the nameless person, tell your name!"

"Zhao Heng, the ninth elder of the Martial clan!"

Zhao Heng patted his chest with both hands.

It was clearly a collision of flesh and blood, but bursts of loud noises of gold and iron staggering, and sparks were scattered.

"kill!"

The two shouted loudly at the same time.

What Zhao Heng is good at is Heng's Kung Fu practice. His body is as tough as the Yuan soldiers and his strength is extremely powerful.

His body is a weapon, not inferior to the weapons of the holy soldiers! “All the world is determined!”

Fang Qingyun roared angrily.
Chapter completed!