In the empty square of the tomb, everyone stood in three groups.

In the middle stands a paper-cut real person, with a smile on his face, as if he is in his own backyard.

The largest number of people were the five people of Dan Fu Dao Gong Yang Qiu, and their eyes swept over the faces of the family members present one by one in confusion, how could there be so many people in the tomb? Could it be that they were not the only Dan Fu Dao family who got the news?

"Ning Zizhi?"

Gong Yangqiu raised his eyebrows uncertainly, he had only seen Ning Zi when he was a child, but the qi practitioner had a strong soul and an excellent memory.

Ning Zizhi did not reply.

As soon as he was silent, Gong Yangqiu confirmed: "Sure enough, it's you, I haven't seen you for five years, and you're still so... Waste wood!"

Fang Xile was secretly vigilant, the group of people who had just jumped from the roof actually knew Ning Zizhi, and it seemed that they had a very bad relationship, I am afraid that they were friends and foes.

"Who is this friend?"

Shang Changfeng's eyes have been glued to the real person of the paper-cut, and he always feels that something is not quite right with this person.

The paper-cut real person who kept smiling all the time had a grim face: "Ignorant junior, who is your friend!"

Shang Changfeng's face was gloomy, no one dared to talk to him like this for a long time, this person was so bold.

But he didn't make a move right away, this person dared to talk like this, either he was a fool, or he was strong, or he was strong in the background, he had to find out which one it was first.

But he can't be weak, after all, so many disciples are watching, doesn't he want to lose face?

Without waiting for Shang Changfeng to speak, Huang Zhao took a step forward, pointed to the nose of the paper-cut real person and scolded: "Who are you! Dare to talk to Elder Shang like this! Elder Shang is ......"

Before he finished speaking, a fist suddenly appeared in front of him, with the momentum of thunder, and when everyone reacted, the red and white brains sprayed all over the ground.

The paper-cutting real person calmly took out a handkerchief from his arms, wiped his hands, and threw it to the ground: "No one has ever dared to talk to me like this, because if you dare to say this, you are dead!"

Dan Fu Dao's faces turned pale all of a sudden, Huang Zhao was still talking and laughing with them yesterday, but he died today, and several disciples had a dangerous consciousness in their hearts for the first time.

Shang Changfeng's whole body exuded a cold aura, and his face was solemn.

Just now, this person made a move, and he didn't even have time to stop it, which means that this person's cultivation is still above himself.

If it was normal, he wouldn't have turned his face and fought with this person, but now that a disciple is dead in front of him, he retreats without fighting, which will be criticized.

Thinking of this, Shang Changfeng stood up and reprimanded sharply: "If you don't agree with your words, you will kill innocents indiscriminately, the crime is unforgivable, and you will be arrested if you don't obediently tie your hands!"

"Hahaha!" "The paper-cutting real person looked up to the sky and smiled: "Are the current qi practitioners so weak......? I have no successor. ”

Shang Changfeng stopped talking nonsense, and drew a rune in the void with his hands.

A golden palm appeared in front of everyone.

King Kong Fist Seal!

As soon as Pu appeared, huge pressure came to his face, and Fang Xile involuntarily took a step back, leaning against the wall to stabilize his body.

This is the power of the Grandmaster rank!

The True Yuan Realm of the Martial Artist and the Cultivation Realm of the Qi Practitioner are both revered as grandmasters, because when they reach this realm, they have all stood at the pinnacle of their respective fields, and then they are beyond the mundane and transformed into immortals.

Fang Xile's mouth opened slightly, her heart shook, and her golden palm rushed towards the paper-cut real person, she was just swept by Yu Wei, and she was already unstable on her feet, what about the paper-cut real person facing the palm?

The paper-cut real person raised his palm to meet it, pale and fragile, as if the mantis arm was a car.

"Boom!"

The two collided with a deafening loud noise.

Next, everyone saw a jaw-dropping scene.

The indestructible Vajra handprint was stunned, and then a large number of fine lines appeared on the surface, spreading from the palm to the fingertips, turning into pieces of golden light and dissipating into the air.

The natal talisman seal was broken, and Shang Changfeng took three steps back.

He stared at the person in front of him and asked, "Are you...... Who the hell is it?"

"Heh, this seat is a real person with paper-cutting. ”

Shang Changfeng's face changed greatly, and the Dan Fu Dao disciples trembled.

Paper-cut real people, still alive?!

True person is the name of the person who cultivates the spirit above the realm of raising the gods, and enters the realm of the gods, and in the Danfu Dao, there are only three real people, which one is not a figure who has the means to reach the sky and stands high at the top of all living beings.

Their faces show despair, the power of real people, they can't be opposed! They have angered the real people of the paper-cuts, what else can they do but wait for death?

Several people secretly complained about Huang Zhao in their hearts, if he hadn't acted impulsively in order to curry favor with Elder Shang, he would not have caused such a disaster.

"Real ......" Shang Changfeng said with difficulty: "We ...... If you have eyes and don't know Mount Tai, can you ...... Let us go, and we won't mention it to anyone else. ”

The paper-cutting real person was happy: "You should provoke me, you can't beat me at first sight, it's like retreating with your whole body, how can there be such a good thing? Do it yourself, you can also choose a comfortable way to die!"

"Real person, my master's name is Donglinzi, and he is also a real person ......of Fu Dao," Gong Yangqiu gritted his teeth and said: "If we die, the family master will definitely find ......"

The paper-cut real person nodded: "It turned out to be a real disciple, then you can ...... Go and die first!"

After finishing speaking, the real person smashed towards Gong Yangqiu like a cannonball.

"Yangqiu!"

"Senior brother, hide!"

Gong Yangqiu also wanted to hide, but under the lock of the qi machine, no matter where he went, the real paper-cut person was like a shadow, like a cat playing with a mouse, and he was the mouse.

The paper-cutting real person raised his hand, a little empty, and the sharp sword qi broke through the air, which was enough to wear Gong Yangqiu into a sieve.

It was too late, it was too late, and a red light lit up from Gong Yangqiu's body.

The red flames swept in, and even the air became hot, and a giant tiger jumped out of the fire and bit the real paper-cut in one bite.

"It's the sigil left by the master!"

Gong Yangqiu picked up a life and showed surprise on his face.

A man and a tiger are entangled together, like a tornado transiting, stirring the wind and clouds and changing color.

Fang Xile hurriedly left the wall, the temperature of the wall was too high, and the skin he had just touched was burned red.

After a few encounters, the tiger's size became significantly smaller, after all, it was just a sigil left by Donglinzi, and after the true yuan was exhausted, it would disappear.

The other half, the paper-cut real person is in even worse condition, and a flame crackles in his arm.

With a cold snort, he tore it hard, and he directly tore off his entire arm, fell to the ground, and turned into a black paper-cut.

"Paper-cutting?haha, I understand!" Shang Changfeng suddenly laughed.

"Your body is long gone, isn't it, your current body is just a piece of paper-cut, sealing the soul in the paper figure, you really did it!

It's no wonder that you can survive for so long, but how much strength can you exert when you lose your body and true element?"

Thinking of this, Shang Changfeng was no longer afraid, and the fire runes smashed into the paper-cut real people one after another.

Paper is afraid of fire, and this cannot be changed.