"What for, what for!"

"Hey, that yellow hair with green vegetables on his shoulder, what about you!"

"And the one with the scar on his face, fuck off!"

"Two miscellaneous servants from the outer mountains, can't you be deaf? You lowly things can only go through the back door, who let you go through the front hall?"

A group of warriors came over, shouting and pointing.

"Old ...... Boss, the people of the seventh mountain are not easy to mess with, let's go through the back door. ”

The yellow-haired little brother said in a trembling voice.

Deng Jiuling saw that in the corner of the palace gate of the main hall, a small door was opened.

The shape of this door, which is somewhat similar to a dog hole, looks very low.

"Boy, what about you, what about you...... Isn't it looking for death?"

Seeing that Deng Jiuling didn't speak, two big men immediately rubbed their fists and said fiercely.

However!

Deng Jiuling walked forward with his hands in his hands, ignoring these people at all.

When he walked to the gate, Deng Jiuling suddenly jumped into the air.

Bang!

The door plaque on the main hall was instantly cracked, turned into pieces, and fell one after another.

Bang!

The next moment, the huge door plaque had fallen to the ground.

"The eighth mountain Xiao Jiu, come to challenge Wang Lun. ”

In an instant, Deng Jiuling's majestic and staring voice resounded through the sky.

"What, this kid is actually here to challenge the hall master?"

"I'm Cao, this miscellaneous servant named Xiao Jiu is too stubborn, right?"

"Yo, it turned out to be a kicker!"

Wow!

At this scene, the disciples of the seventh mountain who watched it were all in an uproar.

"What's the deal...... Look for death!"

"Die!"

The two disciples who scolded Deng Jiuling at the beginning, when they heard this, they were all furious, raised their big knives, and slashed directly at Deng Jiuling.

"Get out!"

Deng Jiuling shouted loudly and didn't make a move.

But in this voice, there was spiritual power, which instantly shocked the two big men.

Bang dang!

Two big knives landed in an instant.

Poof!

The two big men, with their knees bent, knelt directly on the ground.

"From today onwards, I will resist the general banner of the seventh mountain!"

Bang!

Deng Jiuling punched in the air, and the door like a small hole instantly cracked and turned into nothingness.

Then, Deng Jiuling continued to move forward.

Everywhere they went, the disciples of the Seventh Mountain all retreated, their eyes frightened.

"I'm Cao, boss, so fierce!"

The yellow-haired little brother stared wide-eyed, as if he knew Deng Jiuling for the first time.

This...... It's too much, isn't it?

Not long ago, Deng Jiuling was just a lowest-level handyman.

Even now Deng Jiuling has climbed to the third brother of Xuan and become the chef of the eighth mountain.

However, Deng Jiuling's status in the rivers and lakes is still far from Wang Lun, a white-clothed showman.

But now Deng Jiuling's posture is ready to single-handedly challenge the entire Eighth Hall with the strength of one person?

I'm Cao!

This...... That's too much of an exaggeration, right?

Although the yellow-haired junior brother knows very well that Deng Jiuling's martial arts are good, he is a more powerful existence than Ruda.

But Wang Lun, a white-clothed Xiushi, is an existence that ordinary inner disciples will be afraid of!

Among the seventy-two hall masters, Wang Lun's ranking is very high, and he is in the top ten!

And Third Brother Xuan is just the existence of the bottom ranking.

Even when Third Brother Xuan saw Wang Lun, he had to call him brother!

And you Deng Jiuling, what are you?

Just when the curly-haired little brother fell into a great terror.

Deng Jiuling's voice came with the wind: "Pick up the greens and keep up!"

"Yes. ”

Although he was reluctant, the yellow-haired little brother still stubbornly followed behind Deng Jiuling.

When the two of them stepped into the main hall, they saw many disciples of the Seventh Mountain, holding big swords one by one, as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Let Wang Lun come out, I'm going to fight with him today!" Standing with his hands in his hands, Deng Jiuling said lightly.

The sound is not loud, but it contains thunder and power.

"What a joke, just with your little scrap, you are also worthy of challenging the hall master?" a sneer came with the wind.

As soon as the words fell, Huang Siye walked over with a group of people, hulala.

"Xiao Jiu, you stinky boy, you still dare to come?" Huang Fei walked over on crutches, his eyes resentful.

Huang Fei was just snapped by Wang Lun, and his heart was sad and angry.

But Huang Fei knows very well that Wang Lun is a gentleman, although he has an obscene personality, he is a man of his word.

But unexpectedly......

Nima, Wang Lun haven't made a move yet, Deng Jiuling actually kicked the gym?

"Ah Fei, you don't have to worry, you will kill him today. Lifting his sleeves, Huang Siye's face was gloomy.

If Deng Jiuling is "hiding" and the eighth mountain does not come out, Huang Siye really has no problem.

After all, although Wang Lun is strong, he must also follow the Dalin Code, and he can't extend his tentacles to the Eighth Mountain.

But if Deng Jiuling came to the Seventh Mountain by himself, the result would be different.

On the territory of the seventh mountain, Huang Siye has absolute confidence and kills Deng Jiuling!

"Call me!" Huang Siye roared angrily.

Whoa!

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen sturdy men, carrying wolf teeth and broadswords, rushed towards Deng Jiuling with a fierce smile.

However!

"Get out!"

Bang!

Deng Jiuling roared angrily, and more than a dozen earths knelt on the ground, unable to stand up again.

It's not that they don't want to stand up, but between heaven and earth, there seems to be a terrifying coercion that makes them unable to get up.

"Huang Laosi, you are not qualified to fight with me, but let Wang Lun come out. Deng Jiuling said lightly.

"Xiao Jiu, you think you can fight, you're awesome, this is the holy land of martial arts, Dalin Temple, not you...... Home!"

Syllable!

"Ah......h

Bang!

Huang Fei was about to say a few words, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the whole person flew upside down and crashed into the wall.

In an instant, there was a humanoid gecko on the wall.

Huang Fei's whole person was directly embedded in the wall, and his face was swollen like a pig's head.

Bang!

More than ten seconds later, Huang Fei slowly landed, foaming at the mouth, blood flowing.

"Xiao Jiu, you...... Look for death!"

This scene, Huang Siye, who watched it, was thundered and angry.

"Kill!

Roar!

Huang Siye roared angrily, his eyes were red, and the murderous intent emerged.

Hula!

When the words fell, more than a hundred big men ran out with hideous eyes.

However!

At this moment, a cold and majestic voice resounded throughout the audience in an instant:

"Stop!"

The sound is like thunder, and the majesty is watching!

When this voice was heard, all the big men were in awe and retreated like a tide.

Even Huang Siye was in awe and didn't dare to squeak.

In front of everyone's eyes, a middle-aged scribe dressed in white and with great grace appeared in front of everyone.

This man appeared ghostly, walked without any movement, and looked very evil.

But everyone knows that this is the realm of light cultivation to the point of mastery, and stepping on the snow without a trace.

"What a great martial arts. "The little brother with yellow hair was shocked.

This martial arts is so high, even if Luda has been cultivating for ten years, it can't catch up.

"Hall Master!"

Hula!

When the middle-aged scribe sat on the throne, hundreds of people in the hall knelt down one after another.

"Well, get up. ”

The middle-aged scribe nodded, waved his big hand, and then the disciples got up and respectfully stepped aside.

"Xiao Jiu, you don't stay in the eighth mountain, what are you doing to my seventh mountain?"

Holding the teacup, the white-clothed scribe said coldly, "Could it be ...... Do you think you're tired of living?"

The voice of the white-clothed scribe was very plain, without the slightest emotion.

Even from beginning to end, the white-clothed scribe was drinking tea with his head down, not looking at Deng Jiuling at all.

But when the words of the white-clothed scribe settled, an invisible momentum and majesty instantly permeated like ocean waves.

Whoa!

The waves were monstrous, rolling up a thousand waves, making everyone's eyes dazzle, and their intuition seemed to be drowning.

And that's just the aftermath of the waves, which makes it almost breathless.

What about Deng Jiuling, who was in the center of the storm?

Multiply...... Zizi!

The yellow-haired little brother's teeth chattered, trembling, and he was almost out of his soul with horror.

The little brother of Huang Mao is not high in martial arts, but he has been mixed in Dalin Temple for so many years, and he still has a vision.

The yellow-haired little brother knew very well that the white-clothed monk was using his excellent martial arts to directly release his aura coercion, preparing to seriously injure Deng Jiuling.

Even!

If Deng Jiuling is too weak, he may still turn into a vegetative person!

The rule of Dalin Temple is that you can fight, but you can't kill each other.

But the so-called sword has no eyes, and when it comes to martial arts, death and injury are inevitable.

The white-clothed Xiushi has very high martial arts, and he can clearly slap Deng Jiuling to death.

But instead of doing so, he released his spiritual power and killed people invisibly.

This trick can be described as not vicious!

The attack of spiritual power is formless and colorless, and it cannot be detected with scientific instruments at all.

Even if a martial arts master comes, it is difficult to define whether a person is killed by mental power.

In the eyes of the yellow-haired little brother, even if Deng Jiuling dies today, it will be a vain death!

However!

Facing the spiritual attack of the white-clothed monk, Deng Jiuling looked up at the sky and ignored it.

Three seconds passed in the blink of an eye.

Ten seconds passed in the blink of an eye.

Fifteen seconds passed in the blink of an eye.

For a full fifteen seconds, Deng Jiuling stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the sky, and even hummed a little song.

Burst!

This scene finally made the white-clothed scribe's face change.

"This kid, isn't he afraid of my spiritual power?"

The white-clothed scribe looked up abruptly, his eyes full of incredulity.

Wang Lun's talent is not bad, although he missed the best age when he practiced martial arts.

But in the Alchemy Hall, with the help of a certain female elder.

With countless medicinal materials, it makes up for the congenital deficiency.

In the next twenty years, Wang Lun used his authority to use unscrupulous means to frantically scrape the sect's contribution speed.

Even, in order to plunder some resources, Wang Lun did not hesitate to raise the butcher's knife and secretly killed many people.

After 20 years of hard work, Wang Lun's martial arts have reached a very ungodly point.

Compared with other martial artists of the same level, Wang Lun has a huge advantage.

Because Wang Lun had read the scriptures for many years before practicing martial arts, he was well-read, and he was a talent.

Although Wang Lun is a down-and-out talent, Wang Lun is still very talented.

But the qi of Confucianism and Taoism is fused with the true qi.

Wang Lun's self-created Confucianism and Taoism spiritual power contains great power, and it can be a soldier who can surrender people without a fight, and defy the sky to the extreme.

Wang Lun's most terrifying thing is his spiritual power!

But Deng Jiuling, is it okay?

No way!

This...... Why, exactly?

In an instant, Wang Lun's gaze when he looked at Deng Jiuling was full of surprise.