A crisis was so easily dissolved.

Yuan Yihe was also interested in inquiring about the woman, but unlike Lu Qinghan, the woman was busy with official business all day long, and basically never showed her head, which was extremely mysterious, but it was rumored that she was also a big beauty, and she was the concubine of this Jiang Chang'an, thinking of this, I felt that Jiang Chang'an was even more hateful.

It's just that at this moment, he just felt boundless despair, and the fat young man in front of him had become a terrifying devil in his eyes, and asked with difficulty: "You...... Who the hell are you?"

The smile on the face of the obese young man deepened:

"Gongzi League - Chen Pingsheng. ”

Yuan Yihe only felt that his hands and feet were cold, and this coldness soaked through his internal organs with his skin, and his pale lips trembled violently, but he was no longer able to say a word.

He understands the weight of the name. Chen Pingsheng, the only one among the twelve golden monarchs of the Gongzi League who can't practice in the flesh, a person who can't practice can sit in the position of the twelve golden monarchs, not only because he is the youngest president in the history of the Jiangzhou Chamber of Commerce, but also because this person earns enough money to support all the expenses of the Gongzi League, and he is really a big chaebol.

Yuan Yihe whimpered in his mouth, struggled twice, and was completely out of breath.

Seeing that the person he was protecting died in front of him, the gray-robed old man's face was angry, but he didn't dare to act rashly, and said calmly to the white-haired man: "Your Excellency's actions are inevitably a little ......."

Halfway through his words, Jiang Changan raised his head slightly to look at him, and in the noise, he asked lightly, "Do you have an opinion?"

The gray-robed man was speechless for a moment, and his lips trembled in the face of such a strong and indifferent question, and he didn't know how to answer. After a while, he swallowed his saliva and bowed his hand and said: "Your Excellency still hopes to be considerate, protecting Yuan Gongzi is a matter of the next level, if you don't give an explanation today, I'm afraid it will be difficult to be good." ”

Laugh at!

Jiang Chang'an's eyes shone brightly, followed by another golden light.

The gray-robed people were shocked, and they didn't dare to underestimate it, and at the same time, they were surprised, he didn't perceive what realm this young man's spiritual power was, as if he himself was not in the path of the three chapters and twelve realms, which obviously overturned all his cognition. From this point of view, the legend of this fourth prince Jiang falling into the demon path and recultivating the path is actually true.

He became more and more disappreciative in his heart, there are not no people who have tried to break the path of cultivation for thousands of years, but their results are all stupid, crazy or dead, and the kid in front of him is just playing tricks.

"Immortal Dao Jade!" The gray-robed old man shouted, and a blue light suddenly flew out of the sleeve of his robe and went straight to the sky, shuttling through the sky, and in the blink of an eye, he circled back to his side, fainting a green cloud, and the light golden light pierced in front of him, and when he encountered this green cloud, he immediately turned into nothing.

This is a side of two feet long and wide, more than two inches thick bluestone, carved seven stars, sun, moon, mountains and rivers, vaguely revealed a bit of immortal posture.

"Is it an immortal weapon? It turns out that the rumor that the Yuan family has four strong people who have been blessed by the immortals is true!"

"How will the fourth prince of Jiang deal with this?"

Yuan Yihe on the Meixiang Pavilion had a smug look on his face, and he felt that the dust had settled in his heart.

The crowd was talking, but before the words fell, a crisp sound came from the confrontation between the two in mid-air-

Syllable!

The white-haired man took out a black iron rod and struck it on the bluestone, and the crisp sound came from this.

Crisp, straightforward.

The bluestone cracked and shattered, bursting into thousands of rubbles scattered in the air.

Everyone was deeply shocked by this amazing scene, but it was as beautiful as a dream, which ...... The towering immortal weapon was smashed by a stick like this?

Yuan Yihe's face turned iron blue, gloomy, and there was already some fear in his equally unbelievable eyes.

In mid-air, Mo Cang looked at the scattered slag, and sneered: "What kind of bullshit immortal weapon, it's just a piece of the most humble floor tile in the Ancient Heavenly Court that I picked up from somewhere, and it is still blessed? Hahaha, it must be a trace of ancient and pure spiritual power entrained on this stone brick, boy, I knew that we would have picked off all the floor tiles of the temple in the Immortal Forbidden and carried them back, tsk, although it is a little unsophisticated, but the price must be expensive." ”

"How...... How can this be? How can it ......" The gray-robed man was completely stunned, looking at the swarthy iron rod, his heart was dripping blood, and it took a long time to react to the destruction of the treasure, and roared angrily: "The old man will crush your bones and scatter ashes!"

Under extreme anger, people will always have a kind of courage that everyone is not afraid of.

The gray-robed man condensed two sword lights with his hands, and his body galloped to the front, raising his hand to slash and kill, full of anger to break the opponent's corpse into thousands of pieces.

However, the white-haired man in front of him did not move again, but only spat out Sanskrit, and a golden light suddenly appeared in his left eye. It's like a golden dragon lying on its knees trying to break free from its cage and be eager to try.

"Illusion?!" The gray-robed man was shocked, he had heard early that the other party had an eye that was transformed by Bodhizi, and in the heavenly tribulation a year ago, he even used the Immortal Dao Illusion to force open the Qilin Eye and seal the Gu Immortal forever, presumably the illusion must have reached the pinnacle, and he had to guard against it.

But then he was shocked again, he didn't go to investigate, these news are naturally true, but that eye has long been blind with the seal, the white-haired person in front of him can be regarded as half blind, not to mention illusions, this eye is useless.

But at this moment, the eye bloomed with a golden aura, and suddenly it seemed to be a sea of smoke and clouds hidden in it, stepping into a layer of mystery, nine days are vast, the immortals and Buddhas are numerous, ten thousand Buddhas are in the dynasty, the misty smoke clouds in front of them are dispersed, there are half a mountain left, ninety-nine bluestone stairs are carved on the mountain, climb the top along the ladder, and see a red lacquer quaint mountain gate.

There was only a vermilion mountain gate standing quietly, and with a sneer: "Open!"

The red mountain gate that was so red that it made people palpitate suddenly squeaked and pushed open from the inside, followed by a monk dressed in blue-gray Buddhist clothes with his hands folded and reciting Buddhist scriptures and striding out of it.

The clothes are ordinary, but it makes people kneel and repent, the scriptures are concise, but there are millions of Buddhas chanting in a low voice.

The mighty gods poured towards him like a mad wave, like a fierce tiger, to tear him apart and crush him.

These thousands of changes happened completely in a thought, the gray-robed old man hurriedly collected his attention, only to feel that his temples were soaked with cold sweat, and the monk who came out of the door was already standing in front of him, overwhelming people, and he didn't even doubt that it was easier for the other party to shoot himself to death than to pinch an ant to death.

This is ...... This is just a Buddha's eye, impossible! How can a person have a Buddha's eye!" He fell to his knees with a puff, like a cat with a fried hair, and his expression was terrified.

The gray-robed old man muttered in a low voice, others didn't hear what he was saying, but they could clearly see that his body was trembling violently, and he was about to fall in panic.

Then, everyone heard Jiang Changan say again: "It's not bad that you can have such a realm at your age." ”

The crowd was silent.