Chapter 295

"Just a real person... What qualifications..."

There was silence in the venue. Only Xiang Yang's two words echoed slowly. Qi Guang's face changed from red to white and then from white to red. He roared: "vertical son, insult my teacher!"

When he wanted to fight, brother Jing ran over and squeezed directly in front of him, and his broad chest went up.

"What's the matter? To be honest, you're going to beat people? Come on, fight me... If you can't beat me to death, I'm not good at it! If you kill me, let's show my colleagues in northern China how Wan Jian Pavilion bullies the weak! My Xiaoxiang is the cultivation achievement at the end of the pill period... You're a nine turn expert. You've lived for hundreds of years and you've lived to be a dog Gone? "

Brother Jing seems to be big and thick, but he's not stupid. He smashed Feng Wu and Feng Tong into meat mud when he saw Xiang Yang's stick. Even the supreme elder who turned nine to the peak of Ling Tianjian sect was disheartened by him. Now he's back, what are you afraid of? Are you a great disciple of wanjian pavilion? I'm not afraid!

Qi Guang almost didn't choke on his words. The long sword behind him danced endlessly, but he finally held it back. Now there are so many people present, he is ashamed of himself. He can't lose the face of wanjian Pavilion. Who doesn't know that the elder who led the team this time is the best one?

He held back his anger, looked at brother Jing, brushed his sleeves, stood next to the empty sangmen friar, and said in a cold voice, "in that case, it will follow his wish. Don't you start yet?"

As soon as Xiang Yang came out, the monk named Xiahui was cold there. He had been standing awkwardly with the mallet for a long time. Hearing this, he quickly shouted, "go down the shaft... Ah..."

"Quack, what does the ghost call!" a cold hum sounded.

Everyone, including several nine turn friars, was surprised. When a black light flashed, the underground Hui flew out with a long scream. With so many eyes, no one could see how Xiang Yang shot. The key is that up to now, he still held the little girl in his arms and didn't give up. The whole person even squatted with his back to the field.

"Who's next? It's said to be Yuanying period, isn't it? It's you?"

Xiang Yang stood up as if nothing had happened, put down the little girl, smiled at Hu Shan, handed it to him, turned back and asked faintly.

The friar holding the folding fan was looking in the direction of his fellow door. When Xiang Yang asked, he turned around and saw a pair of cold eyes. I don't know why, he suddenly drew in his heart and said involuntarily, "no... Not me..."

As soon as the words were spoken, he felt wrong. He blushed and nodded: "it's me!"

Xiang Yang shook his head and sighed, "what is not mine and mine? You empty mulberry doors are fools? Well, it's you!"

Before the end of the word "bar", the black light flashed again. Then, a layer of blue light flashed in front of the folding fan friar, but it was soon broken. Then a dull hum came, and he also flew out straight. A few white lights flashed in the air. When he fell to the ground, there were several bloody teeth.

The folding fan friar usually maintains well. His big teeth are white and meticulous. At this time, they fall on the ground in neat and beautiful rows.

This time, they were blocked by the green light. The nine turn friars could barely see Xiang Yang's movements, and all took a breath.

A distance of more than ten feet can be reached in an instant. Without any magic weapons, you can directly smash the opponent's defense armor with one punch, and then blow people away... Not to mention the speed, but his fist. Is it harder than a magic weapon?

Others don't know. The jiuzhuan old man of the empty mulberry gate knows it. This folding fan friar is his proud disciple and one of the most outstanding talents of the empty mulberry gate. He also gave this armor. It's a peak magic weapon!

Is this guy a man or a beast?

Still in surprise, Xiang Yang's voice rang again: "if it's two wins in three games, I think it's over. If not, who's next? You?"

The direction of his finger is the direction of the nine turn old man.

The whole audience was stunned. A monk in jiedan period provoked the later stage of jiuzhuan. It was like a rabbit flaunting its power in front of the dragon.

But such a ridiculous thing, said in Xiang Yang's mouth, is obviously taken for granted. It seems that it is just a trivial matter.

Indeed, no one dared to laugh at him. After the two moves just now, who would really regard him as a jiedan friar?

You know, the second one who was hit by him was a Yuanying peak friar...

The old man looked at him with a dignified look, hesitated for a moment, and still stood up. Normally, the empty mulberry door lost two games in a row, and it can really be over, but after leaving, the whole sect is afraid that it will become the object of ridicule of others and can't lift its head again. How can he bear such consequences?

He took a deep breath and said, "under..."

After saying two words, I saw the young man shaking his head: "I'm not interested in knowing who you are, but you want to rob the residence of my Fuyu sect. It's very simple. If you win me, we'll move. If you don't win, we'll leave something behind... You have to pay a price to make trouble at the door, don't you?"

"Something? What do you want?"

"I think you're so poor that you probably can't get any treasure. Well, just gamble. I'll let you get some cheap. If I lose, this willow spirit God will be yours. If you lose, how about 500 best yuan Qi stones?"

As soon as Xiang Yang's fingers turned, a green egg shaped object circled around his fingertips. Then, a green light shrouded the whole palm of his hand.

"The willow spirit God... The heavenly material and earth treasure that comes from millions of years of thunder willow without turning into a demon. This..."

The jiuzhuan old man's eyes turned green immediately. For a wooden jiuzhuan high-level friar, it was simply the temptation of the devil. With it, he even had absolute confidence to directly impact the jiuzhuan peak.

"How's it going? There aren't many 500 top-grade vitality stones?" Youdao said that wealth is not exposed, but Xiang Yang didn't seem to care at all. He shook the willow spirit back into his hand and threw it away.

The nine turn old man's heart also swings. The willow spirit is very fragile. If he falls to the ground, the leakage of wood Qi will be destroyed.

However, in this way, he also died of the idea of directly grabbing, but what is the concept of 500 top-grade yuan Qi stones? It's equal to half of empty sangmen's wealth. He's just an ordinary elder. Where can he take it out..