"The land immortal quickly left here, the hundred officials of the realm hall, escort Ping Xianggong back to the city!" At the moment when everyone was in a trance, Meng Lao suddenly let out a loud shout that resounded through the world.

For a while, the civil and military officials reacted, and countless generals gave orders one after another to let the army vacate the battlefield, and Ping Xianggong also withdrew to the city under the escort of the civil and military officials.

As soon as these words fell, the expressions of everyone in the sky froze, and suddenly countless strong heaven and earth origin power permeated, and the pure yuan qi went crazy and condensed to everyone.

The eleven Thunder True Immortals were gradually covered by the boundless clouds, and their figures loomed in it, and countless arcs of thunder and light surrounded them, as if bathed in a sea of thunder.

At this time, the old man with the knife took the lead and found an older immortal, the corners of his mouth grinned, revealing a slightly ugly smile, and said gloomily: "That old cub just now owes his mouth, and if he says no, it will be gone, so the old man will ask you for advice!

After that, the old man named Hao Sheng's whole person turned into a wisp of earth-shattering sword and slashed towards the thundercloud, passing all the way, as if the heavens and the earth had been split in half, and swept the incomparably huge source power.

The moment Hao Sheng made his move, all the saints in the sky moved, and Meng Lao alone met the four Thunder True Immortals, and Tai Sheng also fought with three of them.

The heroic saint who carried the sword, the man who carried the sword, and the man and the woman all found an immortal each. All of them have just come up with real kung fu, without the slightest temptation to speak of, the tricks are only fatal, and the danger is simply beyond words.

On one side are the ethereal immortals, and on the other side are the saints of their Great Xia, seventeen saints are fighting, and two of them are still great saints!

Countless pairs of eyes in heaven and earth are placed on everyone, whether it is the soldiers of the hall, or the people who come to watch the ceremony, whether it is the people in the rivers and lakes, or the people, they will never see the saint in their lives.

And those land immortals, at this time, their eyes were even more round, for fear of missing the slightest detail, and being able to watch the war between the saints was not just as simple as a long insight for them!

Whether it is the skills and experience of combat, or the use of pure Yuan Qi, or the details of the blessing of one's body with the power of the source, they can all be studied and learned repeatedly.

Seventeen saints hit the ground from the sky, countless heaven and earth origin power rolled and scattered, and the pure yuan qi was scattered and gathered, gathered and scattered, sometimes turned into a blade burst out, sometimes turned into an arrow light and flew horizontally, and the entire battlefield was full of devastation for several miles.

Meng Lao and Tai Sheng are undoubtedly the most eye-catching, and the two of them, as the Great Sage, let everyone have a glimpse of their true demeanor, which is simply creating a new combat mode.

Both of them were shrouded by a huge virtual body several feet high, as if it was transformed by the power of the origin of heaven and earth, and the blurred faces of the huge virtual body seemed to be similar to the two of them.

And the several immortals who fought with the two of them were also a powerful mess, in the midst of layers of thunderclouds, the sky was thundering between one move and one move, and countless thunderbolt chains touched the ground and it was a deep pit several zhang in size, as if God was really doing it.

Seeing this scene, everyone finally understood why the saints were not allowed to go to the battlefield, which was too outrageous stronger than the might!

Not to mention anything else, a fist of thunder, a slap of heavenly fire, a knife to split a ravine, a sword out of a mile and still not disperse, this is still a fight?

It is rumored that on the battlefield, a saint can withstand ten thousand troops, and even a great sage who specializes in killing, once his true appearance comes out, one person can withstand 100,000 troops! Such a mysterious and inhuman means, if there is no exhaustion, I am afraid that the 100,000 troops will be said to be less!

Just as the seventeen saints were fighting, Feng Jin and his party also left Lihua Garden, and followed Meng Lao's instructions to find a room with a cellar. Although Meng Lao and they have the absolute upper hand, since Meng Lao said it, the three of them don't dare to be careless, oh no, it's not three people, it's more than ten people......

Feng Jin looked at the graceful and beautiful figures behind him with a headache, and his mind was chaotic, Grandpa Meng, his old man would really find someone and let the Oiran protect them.

If it weren't for the fact that each of them were land immortals who practiced grammar, and if it weren't for a martial artist like Feng Mou, who majored in killing, and even one of them had to fight hard, Feng Jin would not let them follow him even in a bloody battle.

What does this group of people look like, three teenagers who have just passed the age of adulthood, followed by a group of beautiful girls who can be called red faces, how can this go to refuge, this is ......

Alas, he sighed helplessly, and once again felt inferiority because of his low strength, he could even run through a dream for a day, and he didn't even have the ability to run away from a group of women who were proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, which made him very depressed.

Feng on the side seemed to see his emotions, and immediately stepped forward to hug his neck, and said with relief: "Alas, I never thought that I was not as good as a literary woman who was proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

Look at the point of Ah Jin, you can't beat anyone anyway, unlike me, who has been practicing the art of killing for fifteen years, and in the end suffers this kind of blow. ”

Feng Jin's words were like being pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows, and his mind was full of the sentence "Look at the point, you can't beat anyone anyway......"

For a while, Feng Jin's eyes when he looked at this thing changed, combining his figure with the ghost animal of Mengtian, and smashed the big abacus with a loud bang in his heart, thinking about how to rectify this seven-inch guy who pierced people.

Dream Days, who walked slowly among the Oiran, suddenly felt like a thorn all over his body, and looked around suspiciously, and found that there was nothing abnormal before he stopped.

At this time, he reversed his previous appearance of a ghost animal, and the whole person looked very old and stable in his gestures, if it weren't for the big eyes that were always dripping between the upper and lower bodies of others, it could be said that it was a reflection of the standard of manners.

The group walked on the street in a mighty way, and they were very fortunate that at this time, the people in Changshui City, regardless of whether they were officials or people in the rivers and lakes, merchants or ordinary people, gathered in Beicheng to watch the battle of the saints.

Now the streets are full of closed doors and locked doors, and if it weren't for that, the scene of them walking side by side with their current Oiran would definitely be no less attractive than the saint battle outside the city!

You must know that they are not all Oiran of Lihua Garden, there are only a few people in Lihua Garden, and the rest are invited from the major theaters in Pingnan!

What is an Oiran, the leader of a hundred flowers, there is generally only one Oiran in a theater of considerable scale, and there will be several at the same time at the level of a giant like Lihuayuan.

On weekdays, if you have money, you may not be able to see the Oiran, but it depends on whether the Oiran is available or not, because most of the Oiran come to appear once a week or even once a month, and it is still in the evening, and the location is different.

Or in the forest, or by the lake, or in the hall, or in the square, etc., etc., like those who perform in the theater all day long, they are just a group of flowers.

Now, after decades of development, people's views on cinemas and hooks have long been turned upside down, although they are still not accepted by everyone, but the circle is becoming wider and wider.

Countless big sons have spent a lot of money just to make Oiran smile, and countless talented people have worked hard to write classic poems just to win the favor of Oiran.

There are countless people who have worked hard to learn the way of painting, sketching one after another vivid and beautiful picture albums for them, painting well, can get a smile from the beauty, painting is not good, turn the head and sell it, not worrying about the market at all, even if it is a seven-point painting, there are countless people competing to buy.

Like Feng Jin and Feng's good brother "cute cat", his home is full of portraits of Oiran, and even he once smashed a sky-high price to go out, let people paint a portrait of an Oiran the size of a square foot for him, after the painting, he was simply regarded as the treasure of the town.

If Jiang Nange was in a scene like this, he would definitely jump up excitedly, Feng Jin tilted his head and thought, looking at the closed houses on the street, he had a headache again.

Meng Lao told them to find a room with a cellar and be ready to hide in it at any time, but how to find this, let them fly off the wall and steal?

Thinking of this, Feng Jin, who was extremely helpless, suddenly heard a faint sound of gold and iron resonating, the sound was very far away, but it still cheered him up.