Ouyang Han's cultivation is the sevenfold martial king, and with these sixfold martial artists of the martial king in front of him, if he doesn't sense it carefully, he can't sense it at all.

In particular, Ouyang Han had stayed in the Martial King Sevenfold for many years, and he was by no means comparable to these martial artists in front of him.

"They're going to fight alone, you can't break the rules!" Ouyang Han's voice came out lightly, but it naturally had a trace of non-angry power, and it reached the ears of the five people, and it was like a thunderbolt exploding.

"Who are you?" said one of them, looking back, a little jealous in his eyes.

"Yang Tian's friend!" Ouyang Han was unmoved, and said coldly.

At the same time, his gaze did not look at the five people, but kept paying attention to Yang Tian.

Seeing Ouyang Han's posture, although the five martial kings brought by Xu Long were jealous in their hearts, they were a little angry.

"Then let me try your strength!" said one of them, and as soon as the words fell, he raised his hand and waved, and a powerful force slapped towards Ouyang Han in the air.

"I can't help myself!" Ouyang Han said disdainfully, without even looking at them, with a wave of his big sleeves, an incomparably surging huge force suddenly came out.

Rumble!

The five people, all of whom are martial artists of the Martial King's Sixfold Martial Arts, are constantly regressing one by one.

One of them, and the five of them were forced back!

"Martial King Sevenfold!" Suddenly, one person exclaimed.

Martial King Sevenfold, although it was only one level higher than them, it was not an existence they could fight against at all.

At the same time, Yang Tian slowly walked in front of Xu Long, and when his cultivation dispersed, it seemed that he was going to kill him.

Xu Long trembled in his heart, if he was killed by Yang Tian here, he would not even have a place to reason.

Suddenly, from the Blue Mountain, an old man flew out.

In an instant, he came to Yang Tian.

Yang Tian's eyes froze, this old man, his hair was gray, and his skin was very wrinkled, like an ordinary old man.

But Yang Tian didn't dare to be careless at all, when this old man appeared, he was silent, and his cultivation was absolutely extraordinary.

"Young man, spare his life!" the old man's voice came out faintly.

Yang Tian took a few steps back with some fear, and asked with some vigilance, "Who is the senior?"

The old man stomped his steps and said, "Old decay, the Great Elder of the Blue Moon Tribe, Chi Fang!"

"Why do you want to spare him?" Yang Tian asked.

"Why?" Chi Fang also seemed to be asking himself, and after a pause, he replied: "In an eventful season, one more Great Wilderness Martial Artist is one more strength!"

Eventful?

Yang Tian naturally understood, but after looking at Xu Long, he still couldn't swallow his breath after all.

However, with the unpredictable Great Elder Chi Fang, I'm afraid he won't be able to kill Xu Long.

"It's okay to spare him, but he needs to pay a certain price!" Yang Tian's eyes flashed, since he couldn't kill him, then he wanted more benefits!

"Oh, what do you want, say it!" Chi Fang seemed to be interested, and asked directly.

"The junior thinks that the nine big red bows seem to be quite good, so let's take it as the price this time!" Yang Tian said casually.

"Xu Long, those nine longbows, just give them to this little friend!" Chi Fang looked down at Xu Long, and his voice came out.

"No, that's my bow, why give it to him?" Xu Long's eyes showed unwillingness.

"Alas......" Seeing this, Chi Fang sighed lightly, stretched out his hand to grab it, and didn't see how to move, and the nine longbows flew out directly.

"That's my bow ......," Xu Long shouted.

"It's mine now!" Yang Tian grabbed the nine bows in his hand, a little excited in his heart.

These nine bows are by no means ordinary magic weapons, and they are likely to be spiritual weapons.

"Yang Tian, sooner or later, I will take back the nine bows!" Xu Long roared unwillingly, the elder of the Blue Moon Tribe, he didn't dare to blame, so he resented Yang Tian alone.

After Chi Fang finished dealing with it, he smiled at Yang Tian, glanced at Ouyang Han in the distance, and then flew away directly.

"Don't provoke me again, otherwise, no one will save you next time!" Yang Tian said and went straight back to the attic.

Seven people came with great momentum, and among them there were six martial artists of the Martial King and Six Folds, but now, they were all injured, especially with Xu Long's injuries in the end.

Yang Tian returned to the attic and saw the worship in the eyes of the disciples of the Tiger Roaring Hall.

For Yang Tian, the disciples of the Tiger Roaring Hall can be said to know very well, at such an age, they have the cultivation of the Martial King, and the speed of cultivation is beyond their reach.

Moreover, the strength shown made them desperate one by one.

"Who would have thought that a boy in the martial arts realm would become a martial king in just five or six years, and his strength is still so strong......" Ouyang Han sighed, as if he was a little nostalgic.

Hearing Ouyang Han's words, Yang Tian fell into a memory, that year, he still had chrysanthemums in his body, and after Ouyang Han, the fourth generation ancestor of the Tiger Roaring Hall, saw it, he said that he could not do anything.

Now, although the chrysanthemum has been completely eradicated, his cultivation has reached the Martial King!

After chatting for a while, Yang Tian closed his eyes and began to cultivate.

At the same time, he exuded a wisp of divine sense, probing the wonders of the nine bows.

After a while, Yang Tian's eyes opened, revealing a bright glow.

"Nine bows, each bow, is just an ordinary magic weapon......"

"But nine bows, once combined in one place, are a spiritual weapon......"

"It's just that this artifact seems to be a little broken, and there is still the power of the seal in it......"

In a short period of time, Yang Tian basically figured out the strangeness of the nine bows, but without thinking about it, he took out the Xingchen Sword and let the Xingchen Sword begin to devour.

The bow is indeed a good bow, but unfortunately, he does not have so many hands, so it is basically useless to him.

On the contrary, the Star Sword devoured nine bows and could recover some.

Sure enough, after a short time, after the Star Sword devoured the nine bows, the cracks on the sword body were much smaller.

"At this rate, if you want the crack to disappear completely, you have to devour at least thirty or fifty spiritual weapons, where can I find so many spiritual weapons?" Yang Tian sighed.

When he first got the Xingchen Sword, Yang Tian still felt that the Xingchen Sword was a spiritual weapon.

But at the moment, it seems that the Star Sword is by no means as simple as a spiritual weapon.

It's just that the specific level of the Xingchen Sword can only be known when the cracks disappear and the sword is completely restored.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Tian began to meditate and recover.

The battle between Yang Tian and Xu Long spread all over the Blue Mountain, and in the entire Blue Mountain, no warrior dared to provoke.

For a while, the attic where Yang Tian was located was very quiet.

Yang Tian can finally go to cultivation with confidence, in his heart, the higher the cultivation, the better, faintly, he has a crisis.

This crisis is inexplicable, but it is faintly related to foreign races.

In particular, when he saw the descendants of different races, Yang Tian always felt that there seemed to be a conspiracy unfolding.

"Only by cultivating can I settle down, and I can survive on the extraterritorial battlefield, and before I go to the extraterritorial battlefield, I must make my strength stronger......"