Wanhuangmen has always been a holy place for martial arts, and the disciples who can enter it are all talented people who have excellent roots in martial arts.

The children outside, if they want to enter the Wanhuangmen, they must pass the Holy Martial Arts Conference, and they can be people who practice martial arts when they enter, and there is also a kind of Wanhuangmen disciples, which are the children of the door.

In the past, there were tens of thousands of martial emperor powerhouses, and most of these strong people also had families, so that their sons were born in Wanhuangmen, and as soon as they came out, they would have the best treatment and martial arts resources, and the congenital conditions were very generous.

Usually, the Wanhuangmen does not let them go down the mountain, and they all cultivate in the gate, which is also the Wanhuangmen bent on cultivating a martial god who really belongs to the Wanhuangmen.

This time, there will be an accident in the final election of Wanhuangmen, the Ye family rebelled and tried to replace Wanhuangmen, and Wanhuangmen is not stupid, so he naturally knows that there must be a traitor in Wanhuangmen, but it can't be found out for the time being.

In order to track down the whereabouts of the night family, Wanhuangmen deliberately set an example to let the disciples in the door go down the mountain, one is to track down the night family, and the other is also experience, which is why the disciples of Wanhuangmen appear in the inn.

The four of Gong Shaolin glanced at each other, were silent, and listened to the three people of Wanhuangmen continue.

"I heard that I participated in the Holy Martial Arts Conference this year, and there are several of the strongest, and they still call themselves Demon Lords and Little Thunder God, hmph, these children of the family are really good at selling their reputations, and our children of the Ten Thousand Emperors Gate are not out, and they are all masters in Zhongdu, I don't know what to say. The disciple sitting on the left spoke again.

The martial artist in the center smiled and said: "Senior Brother Mingyan, that's not what I said, we haven't been out of the Ten Thousand Emperors Gate since we were children, and we don't know the level of cultivation of the martial artists outside, but the Demon Lord and the Little Thunder God, one is a martial arts disciple who inherited the strongest martial god Demon Venerable of the year, and the other is a generation of Tianjiao of the Zhongdu Lei family, inheriting the inheritance of the Thundering Martial God, since the two of them can learn the way of the martial god, they will naturally not be weak." ”

This warrior is much more modest than his two junior disciples, and he speaks much better.

However, in the tone, there is still some sense of superiority.

The disciple on the right spoke towards the mountain and said: "Senior Brother Zuoqiu, this is not absolute, we have not seen the previous Holy Martial Arts, those martial artists who participated in the competition, the highest cultivation is only the third level of the Martial King, now even if the Demon Lord and other generations inherit the Martial God inheritance, how powerful can they be? Martial King Level 3? Martial King Level 4, or Martial King Level 5, so what, in our Ten Thousand Emperors Gate, the Martial King Level 5 is just an ordinary martial artist, and what is it." ”

Gong Shaolin and the others behind him frowned and were surprised when they heard this.

Martial King Level 5, this cultivation is just average?!

This made Gong Shaolin suffer a blow, and his cultivation was only the fourth level of the Martial King.

However, Zuoqiu and the others were not wrong, in the previous Holy Martial Arts Conference, the qualifications of the disciples participating in the competition were not very good, even if they were the most powerful martial artists, the highest cultivation was the second level of the Martial King, and the top was the third level of the Martial King.

At that time, the third level of the Martial King could be compared with the current Demon Lord and others.

But this session is different from usual, now is the era of genius explosion, and it is a golden age, the mainland has ushered in a state of peak development, there are many geniuses, the third level of the Martial King has been a lot, and the fifth level of the Martial King is already only medium.

Just from the words of these people in Zuoqiu, I know that these people live in the Wanhuangmen, and it seems that they are not clear about the grand occasion of this year's martial artists.

The martial artist called Ming Yan also agreed with Chaoshan's words, nodded and continued: "Let's take this final election, according to Fuji Lao, a few people who performed quite well, I heard that the one who can crack the conspiracy of Night Xingchen is a martial artist named 'Xiao Chen', who seems to be only the sixth level of the martial king, and this is praised by Fuji Lao as if he is a great martial artist, and he is actually compared with the senior brother of the dynasty, hmph, how can the waste wood called Xiao Chen be compared with the people of our Wanhuangmen." ”

"That is, how can those children of the family compare with the disciples of our Ten Thousand Emperors, can they compare, if we have already experienced on the mainland, our reputation will definitely be much louder than that of the Demon Lord and the Thunder Shock, those people are really short-sighted. ”

Ming Yan and Chao Shan, you say a word, and the children of the family and Xiao Chen are worthless.

Banshanyue listened to their discussions, and didn't care at first, but later they actually mentioned Xiao Chen, and said that Xiao Chen was waste firewood, which made him suddenly unbearable, and stood up with a slap on the table, and shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about there, who is the waste firewood!"

The three disciples of the Ten Thousand Emperors Sect were talking loudly, and when they heard someone displeased with their discussions, they thought that they were people who wanted to prove themselves, and the disciples who called Ming Yan snorted coldly, and said arrogantly without looking back: "Why, I said that you children of the family, the disciples of the sect are waste wood, are you not convinced?"

Chao Shan also turned his head contemptuously, swept Banshan Yue, and said disdainfully: "It's just an eighth-level martial sect, do you also want to be in the limelight?" ”

Banshanyue's face was blue and white at the words of the two of them, and she was angry, and she was angry from her heart, and she shouted loudly: "What's so great about you, I don't believe it in Banshanyue, how powerful are you......!"

Gong Shaolin just wanted to stop it, but who knew that Banshanyue had already rushed forward with his fist, and his fist had enough strength, ten percent of the strength, and a punch blasted out, and even nothingness was shaken.

Ming Yan was about to make a move, but Chao Shan spoke first: "Senior brother, if you can deal with such a small role, you can leave it to me." ”

"Good. Ming Yan then lowered his hand again, a smile on his face.

Looking at the relaxed and freehand appearance of the two people's clothes, they didn't take the moon in their eyes at all.

When Banshanyue's fist was about to hit Chaoshan's body, a layer of light suddenly rose up on Chaoshan's body, like an invisible wall, blocking in front of him.

Syllable......

Banshanyue's fist went up, as if it had smashed into the door frame, making a strange noise, and Banshanyue was also shocked by this shock, and took five or six steps back before standing firmly.

Chaoshan held the wine glass, still relaxed, pursed his lips disdainfully, and said, "Is it just that you have so much strength?"

Mid-mountain Moon couldn't believe it.

His punch was full of strength, but he didn't expect the opponent to block it without even moving, and his face sank, and he stretched out his hand to take off the Buddha beads on his neck, stretched out his hands, and the Buddha beads were put on his hands, and he sent the Buddha name: "Amitabha, the Buddha is also angry!"

Airplanes......

Suddenly, a surging golden light burst out from between Banshanyue's hands, illuminating the entire restaurant, Banshanyue shouted, like an angry King Kong, and with a push of both hands, a mountain of overwhelming power blasted out.

This time, Chao Shan's complexion changed slightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked: "It's a bit of a way now, but ....... Still won't work!"

Rumble......

Chaoshan rolled up his sleeves, and a single palm slapped out at once, colliding with the golden giant palm of Banshan Yue.

Bang... Rumble.......

There was a muffled sound, and the entire restaurant seemed to tremble at this moment, the wine and food on everyone's table shook more than once, and the sound of being shattered downstairs kept coming.

Rumble......

Banshanyue was shocked this time, and was shocked back at once, gulping out a mouthful of blood, and his face was shocked.

Until now, he hadn't even felt the strength of the other party, it was unfathomable.

Chaoshan struck a blow, then sat back down, and said with a cold smile: "Waste is waste, and it is vulnerable." Senior Brother Zuoqiu, how about it, I said it, there are no masters on the continent now, it's just a group of wastes, and if we are the disciples of the Ten Thousand Emperors, not all of them have become gods, hahaha......."

Ming Yan also laughed wildly, Zuoqiu shook his head, thinking that it seemed that he really overestimated Fuji Lao's statement, and there was no master at all.

"Mid-mountain moon. ”

Gong Shaolin and the others immediately greeted him, supported Banshanyue, and hurriedly checked his injuries.

Dong Shaobao took out the secret medicine and hurriedly gave it to Banshanyue, and Banshanyue's breath stabilized.

"It doesn't matter how it is. Leng Yan also asked.

Banshanyue shook her head, glanced at the three of them, and said, "That guy is so strong, I'm not his opponent." ”

Gong Shaolin glanced at Chaoshan and said, "He is a martial artist of the seventh level of the Martial King, and none of us here is his opponent." ”

"Martial King Rank 7!" cold-eyed took a breath.

Even if he knew that these people were disciples of the Wanhuangmen, he still didn't expect them to be so strong, and listening to their tone, it seemed that the seventh level of the Martial King was not the strongest in the Wanhuangmen, and it was only average.

"I really don't know how strong the strength of the Ten Thousand Emperors Gate is. Leng Yan sighed.

Dong Shaobao stared at the disciple named Chaoshan, ready to move, and the fighting spirit loomed.

Gong Shaolin hurriedly stopped him and said, "Don't be impulsive, you are not his opponent, you are only at the level of the Martial King, and they are from the Ten Thousand Emperors' Gate, so you can't be provoked." ”

Dong Shaobao could only stop fighting.

"Hahaha...... Look, that kid who has just reached the level of the Martial King actually wants to rush up again, it's just beyond his strength, but even if you are still a little self-aware, you didn't rush up to die, hahaha......" Chaoshan saw Dong Shaobao's small movements, and couldn't help laughing and mocking again, which fell on the ears of Dong Shaobao and others extremely harsh.

Ming Yan also hooked the corners of his mouth, looked at Gong Shaolin and Leng Yan, and said: "Those two are quite a little strong, they are both Martial King Level 4, but they are too timid, and they don't even have the confidence to rush to fight, which is really disappointing, but they can be regarded as picking up a small life because of the Buddha." ”

The two of them became more and more unscrupulous, and even Gong Shaolin almost couldn't hold back, and said hatefully: "If it weren't for me not being able to beat them, I would definitely rush up and beat them!"

Leng Yan and Banshan Yue were quite speechless when they heard this.

"This time we were ordered to track down the whereabouts of the Ye family, this time we must let those martial artists of the various sect families in the Central Capital take a good look, what is called a genius, those martial god heirs from now on, they must bow to the feet of our disciples of the Ten Thousand Emperors, hahaha......"

Ming Yan was extremely arrogant, holding a wine glass, and a self-absorbed posture was pointing at the country.

At this time, a figure suddenly walked in at the door, and just heard this sentence, and his tone was cold, and a domineering spirit rushed up.

"What did you just say?!"