Chapter 850

As for Wu chubby, who was a corpse chaser, his face was as white as paper, and his eyes were almost narrowed. It's strange that this man was carried on his back by a gold armor corpse. Rao is so tired that the other side is still out of breath.

"It's more than that. If you look again, Zhuang Rui, the young leader of Taoism, is here. My God, an Miaoyi, the saint daughter of the witchcraft cult, is here. Nine babies, the young leader of the ghost sect, are also here!"

"In addition to the early arrival of Buddhist Wang Fanzhen of Xiaoming, the other Tianjiao who is not a great one, except for zigai mountain and Jianzong, one of the three sects and four sects in Kunlun ruins!"

"Big picture, full big picture!"

One after another, the sound of inverted air-conditioning sounded in this area. At this moment, the eyes of the onlookers were staring at each other, and their faces were shocked.

Heaven is proud to gather together. Who can be king?!!

Seeing the appearance of so many people, the crowd cheered from time to time, most of them were disciples of three clans and four clans.

The most exciting thing is Fu Qiuchan and other people of xingchenzong. A woman looks at Shang Xingchen in the air and says, "elder martial sister Fu, look, elder martial brother Shang is here!"

"Senior brother Shang is so handsome!"

Another woman's eyes were shining and her emotions were moving: "I didn't expect that I had the chance to see him so close. If he looked at me again, I would die!"

"Wave hoof son, grumble!"

Fu Qiuchan did not look at her angrily, and then meimou looked at the commercial stars in the sky, which were colorful.

"Senior brother Shang deserves to be the first of the seven true disciples of Xingchen sect. His bearing alone is extraordinary. If he can become a double monk with him..."

When Yue Kun beside him heard the word Shuangxiu, his face was a little ugly, but a sense of decadence appeared in his heart.

In Xingchen clan, the three words of Shang Xingchen represent the whole clan's supporters. Let alone his little inner disciple Yue Kun, even the elders of the clan dare not offend Shang Xingchen.

With the appearance of Shang Xingchen and others, the atmosphere of the scene was pushed to the climax. The little Lord of the devil sect, the Red Prince, snorted coldly, "how dog noses are you!"

Although the three sects and four sects of one mountain, two sects and four sects belong to the top university of Kunlun ruins, they inevitably engage in intrigue. The older generation will not appear in person, so the competition of the younger generation is normal.

The Shang Xingchen of Xingchen sect smiled lightly: "brother Ying yuan, you came earlier than us, didn't you say that your nose is also a dog's nose?"

"Fat Lord once heard that there is a kind of dog with the most smart nose and likes to eat shit. It seems that it's called a pug. It's hard not to be a red prince. You are a pug?" Wu chubby, a corpse chaser, shakes the fat on his face and laughs.

The Red Prince said in a cold voice, "fat Wu, do you want to die?"

"Yes, fat man is looking for shit. He's looking for your shit!" Wu Pang was carried by Jin Jia's corpse without fear.

The Red Prince was furious: "you......"

"In my opinion, since you two don't see each other in the right way, why don't you just fight? In the same sentence, move your hand and don't quarrel!" Nine babies, the little master of the ghost gate, smile for fear that there will be no chaos in the world.

Seeing that several people were quarreling with each other as usual, Tuoba long, the elder martial brother of lingfu sect, frowned and said, "well, I'm not here to hear you quarrel today, you two!"

After saying this, he looked at Ye Chen directly: "brother, you are going to kill Tianjiao, a force of more than ten square forces in Kunlun ruins. Are you not going to give us a statement?"

"Not bad!"

The saint daughter of the witchcraft cult steps forward, her body is full of aura, and there are two black and white snakes on her shoulders spitting out the letter.

A very cold voice then sounded: "such forces as qingtianzong, xueyang temple and binghe valley are our vassals. If you kill like this, don't you pay attention to us?"

Ye Chen smiled: "according to your words, they are only allowed to kill me, and I am not allowed to fight back? If they didn't covet my things, why would they die? "

"Brother!"

The young master of Taoism, Zong Rui, smiled and looked at Ye Chen and said: "it's settled that you didn't compete with someone in Zhuang for ye Wushuang's sword before. How could it end like this?"

Speaking of this, he shook his head slightly and said: "Zhuang gives you a chance now. As long as you give me the sword of Ye Wushuang and follow me back to daomen to think about the cliff wall for 20 years, you may be saved."

"Just let him go?"

The Red Prince sneered and looked at Ye Chen coldly: "the little patriarch of Lihuo sect under our demon sect died in your hand. It's just the so-called one life for one life. This man will die today. Ye Wushuang's sword should also belong to our demon sect!"

Hearing that a Tianjiao is all for ye Chen, the people around him look at Ye Chen at this moment and become extremely gloating.

"This man is also unlucky. He made these supreme arrogance come together. Otherwise, maybe no one can suppress him!"

"Kill a dozen Tianjiao even if he is dead now. It's worth it, but it's a pity..."

No one is optimistic about ye Chen. What is standing in front of him at the moment is the supreme pride of the whole Kunlun market. Only one person can sweep the whole Kunlun market. Even some old powerful people are not their rivals.

Yue Kun in the crowd sneered, "that guy is dead!"

"This person can even kill more than ten Tianjiao, which is also a character, but it is too ostentatious and lawless!" Fu Qiuchan shakes his head secretly.

Only Fu Qingqing clenched her little pink fist and looked at Ye Chen's face, which was covered by a bamboo hat. "I hope you are not elder brother ye..."

Seeing ye Chen's silence, the young master of Taoism, Zongrui, frowned: "brother, how are you thinking? Zhuang's patience is limited. "

"There's one thing I don't understand!"

Ye Chen stands with his hands in his hands, scanning several supreme Tianjiao: "for a top-notch spirit soldier, you can set up an army like this. I'm afraid this so-called top-notch spirit soldier is not simple, right?"

The existence of one Dharma practice, the young master of the great Taoism, even painstakingly wants to get unparalleled sabre, and even the other great Tianjiao show up one after another.

It's a fake to say there's no felicity.

With his voice falling, Zong Rui and other people's pupils were all shrunk. They looked at each other and saw surprise from each other's eyes.

"You are the same as before, Zhuang. Why do you have to talk to him so nonsense and kill him directly? We'll take care of everything."

The little Lord of the demon sect, Prince Hongfen, smiled coldly and made a great work of red Mans, just like a fierce ancient beast reviving to destroy everything.

He stepped out step by step, the red light rose to the sky, turning into a bloody shadow and running straight to Ye Chen. There was no doubt that the cultivation of the realm of the false emperor was revealed.

"That's blood nerve. It's blood nerve of the devil's gate. Unexpectedly, the Red Prince has cultivated blood nerve to the second level, where all blood is one!"

"The red prince himself, that boy is finished!"

When people around saw this scene, their pupils couldn't help but shrink. They looked at Ye Chen again with a little pity.