Chapter 1363

Night Hong's eyes, suddenly appeared a touch of blue.

This blue light roll, then the eight scared out of the eight Bagua sect disciples to roll away from Yehong's attack range.

"Bang --"

Yehong's palm was directly printed on the stone steps.

People who hold the bird peak seem to feel a slight shock under their feet.

The shock was so fleeting that people couldn't help wondering.

"Just... There was an earthquake?"

In front of the Erzhong gate, a group of eight trigrams disciples looked stupidly at the huge pit which was hit by Yehong.

His face was full of horror.

The crater is about three meters square, and there are still more smoke in the pit. It seems that a small meteorite has hit it. It is very abrupt on the neat mountain path stone steps.

The eight trigrams disciples at the scene took a mouthful of saliva and looked at Yehong with fear.

This is a stone step built thousands of years ago. It is extremely strong and hard to destroy.

But now it was night Hongyi slapped out such a big hole!

As long as people think of the scene of slapping people, they can't help but secretly feel very happy for the eight disciples who escaped from the heaven.

If they knew that this was a blow after Yehong had reservation, they would be more shocked.

At this time, the eight survivors were lying on their knees, looking pale at the big hole, afraid to breathe for a long time.

In front of them, Sima Zhengming, dressed in blue, was looking thoughtfully at the big hole.

Just at the critical moment, it was Sima Zhengming who saved the eight people.

On the mountain road, suddenly fell into a strange silence.

Even Yan Lan, beside the mountain road, was frightened to shiver by the scene just now. She only dares to hold the tree trunk, as if this could bring her a sense of security.

She rubbed her eyes several times, as if she could not imagine what she saw.

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Sima'an's lips trembled and could not speak for a long time.

At this moment, he finally found out how deep the gap between himself and Yehong is!

"Zhang, headmaster..."

sima'an took a deep breath and said solemnly: "this tusk is fierce, and the disciples are incompetent. Please let the leader suppress this Liao!"

However, to his surprise, Sima Zhengming was like a green pine standing in the same place without moving.

Just a pair of eyes, it is a great sense to look at night Hong.

And night Hong also light back hands, no show weakness, look back.

The atmosphere of the scene suddenly burst into embarrassment.

Just when sima'an could not stand it, Sima Zhengming finally broke the atmosphere.

He suddenly patted his forehead and suddenly realized: "ah... I seem to have got such a disciple in my memory.

As he gets older, his memory is getting worse and worse. "

Sima Zhengming gently stroked his chin with three wisps of long beard. The appearance of this immortal body and divine bone seemed to be two people who had just lost his temper.

"Master, what are you talking about?"

Hearing Sima Zhengming's words, sima'an only felt that there was a large pool of blood in his chest, and he was not spitting.

Dare oneself and night Hong here fight hard, you old side but come to light floating [remember wrong].

What is the significance of the previous war?

On the contrary, when other disciples saw Sima Zhengming admit that Yehong was his disciple, they could not help but feel relieved.

Even faintly a little elated.

It's like someone suddenly said to you that a powerful enemy suddenly became a disciple of the same sect.

This is undoubtedly a happy thing.

In sima'an's twisted face, Sima Zhengming waved his hand and said faintly, "come on, give them some rooms."

With a wave of his robe sleeve, he stepped on the stone steps and left the scene, leaving only a group of eight trigrams disciples looking at each other.