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Yan Zhaoge didn't bother to deal with Hou Xiang at all, and shook his head a little funny: "The Taiyin crown has entered the hands of the Great Sun Holy Sect, it is possible for you to not help each other in the vast mountains, and if you help the Great Sun Holy Sect, then you really have a hole in your brain." ”

"If you are willing to be a vassal of others, it is another matter, otherwise if the people in the vast mountains are all your knowledge, they will never be able to rise. ”

Seeing Sikong Qing replacing Jing Yunzhi and fighting with Hou Xiang, Zhao Ming suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was worried about it, and he had Feng Yunsheng to help clear the surrounding interference, and suddenly rushed towards his opponent like a tiger descending from the mountain.

Yan Zhaoge extinguished the fire while scanning the audience.

After looking around, Yan Zhaoge's attention fell on the child that Zhao Ming was protecting before.

It was a boy in his early tens, who looked a little dull and unsound.

He knelt beside a man and shook the man's arm: "Daddy, daddy?"

Yan Zhaoge frowned slightly, but with a sweep of his eyes, he knew that the man on the ground had lost his breath.

Seeing that the man ignored him, the boy staggered to his feet and walked to the side, ignoring the nearby swords, lights, and swords.

He came to a woman's side and shook the woman's arm again: "Mother, mother?"

Yan Zhaoge sighed secretly.

This child is an orphan......

The boy looked around blankly, his eyes still full of doubt, as if he didn't understand why his father and mother didn't care about him.

Jing Yunzhi was replaced by Sikong Qing and came to the boy's side, his eyes were a little unbearable, and then he looked at the other corpses on the ground, and anger appeared in his eyes.

Except for the boy's family, the other victims were all stewards of the Chihong faction on the side of the medicine field.

Jing Yunzhi let out a loud shout, joined the battle group on Zhao Ming's side, and killed the warriors of the Tieyuan faction with Feng Yunsheng.

The middle-aged man in the middle stage of the Waigang Grandmaster realm was the head of the Tieyuan Sect who first led people to find trouble.

At this moment, facing Zhao Ming, a disciple of Guangcheng Mountain, even if his cultivation was in the same realm, he was quickly defeated.

He shouted to Hou Xiang: "Save ......"

Before he finished a sentence, Zhao Ming had already stabbed him with a sword!

At this moment, a cold snort suddenly came from afar: "Kill people in my vast mountain realm?"

A strong gang qi came more and more into the air, strong and majestic, like a giant axe that opened the mountain, slashing towards Zhao Ming!

The other party obviously didn't do his best, but this axe was unstoppable by Zhao Ming, and if he was hit, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die!

Yan Zhao Ge's face did not change, referring to the sword, and a sword stabbed out.

The seven Gang Qi condensed into a sword, like the seven stars converging, intercepting the Gang Qi giant axe.

The seven sword qi were different in different lightness, weight, speed and slowness, and they were respectively pointed on the Gangqi giant axe, and they did not destroy it, and to put it mildly, the direction of the giant axe's slashing was deviated.

Seeing this, Zhao Ming's subordinates did not stop, and stabbed the head of the Tieyuan faction in the chest with a sword.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened and he fell to the ground.

The last image in his sight was the woman who had died at his hands before, and who was lying on the ground at the moment, and the silly boy beside the woman.

The next moment, the middle-aged man's eyes were pitch black, and he swallowed his last breath.

Feng Yunsheng, Zhao Ming, and Jing Yunzhi swept away the enemies on the scene, and then gathered around Yan Zhaoge together.

Yan Zhaoge said: "I'm late, Senior Sister Jing, please mourn." Senior Brother Zhao, let's talk slowly later. ”

Zhao Ming nodded cautiously, his gaze staring straight into the distance.

That direction was the direction where the giant axe of Fang Cai had just struck, and there was also a group of people who came from the bottom of the mountain.

Yan Zhao Ge looked at it from afar, and the person who was the leader, with a flash of spiritual light above his head, leading to the sky, without concealment, was an innate grandmaster.

The other party looked to be twenty-six or seventeen years old, with a cold face and a tall build.

Dressed in black, with a mountain peak embroidered on the placket, it was the dress of the core disciple of the vast mountain.

When the visitor saw Yan Zhaoge, his eyes suddenly froze.

Yan Zhaoge glanced at him calmly, and he also recognized the other party.

Ji Hanru, one of the leaders of the younger generation in Cangmang Mountain, is considered to be Lu Wen and Xiao Sheng, who are of their age, and are slightly older than Lu Wen and Xiao Sheng.

In the world of the Eight Greats, the name of "Xiaoshan Jun" Ji Hanru is also like thunder, a leader among the younger generation.

A few years ago, Ji Hanru fought with Lei Minggongzi, the heir of the Heavenly Thunder Hall of the Thunder Domain.

The son of Lei Ming is the only son of a giant elder of the Heavenly Thunder Palace, and is known as the fourth prince of the world, along with Yan Zhaoge, the son of Guangcheng, and Huang Jie, the son of Puzhao.

Ji Hanru drew with the battle in the past and established his position as the top powerhouse of the younger generation.

When he first arrived at Yunzhao Mountain before, Yan Zhaoge had already met with him, and knew that Ji Hanru happened to come to Yunzhaoling to experience the area at the moment, and it happened to be his meeting, and he was also in Yunzhao Mountain.

Ji Hanru looked at Yan Zhaoge and said coldly: "Killing people in Yunzhao Mountain, this is your way of being a guest in Guangcheng Mountain?"

Yan Zhaoge raised his chin slightly, and motioned to Ji Hanru to look at Hou Xiang, who was still fighting with Sikong Qing: "The Chihong Sect is the sect of my Heavenly Domain, and Senior Sister Jing is a disciple of this sect. ”

"When this sect visited, your disciples of the Vast Mountain connived at people to burn down the spiritual fields here. ”

"This is the hospitality of your vast mountains?"

In terms of the attitude towards Guangcheng Mountain, there are huge differences within Cangmanshan Mountain.

As far as Yan Zhaoge knows, among the younger generation, Ji Hanru belongs to the faction that has no good impression of Guangcheng Mountain.

So for Ji Hanru, Yan Zhaoge also didn't have a good face.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Ji Hanru with an expressionless face: "Or do you have a heart at all?"

Ji Hanru said indifferently: "I know what you are doing here, but that is not your unscrupulous reliance. ”

"You can't change the fact that this is Yunzhao Mountain, and it is my vast mountain land. ”

"Even if something happens, this sect has its own rules, and it will be dealt with according to the rules, and the people of your Guangcheng Mountain will overstep their responsibilities and kill people on the spot, when my vast mountain does not exist?"

Yan Zhaoge sneered: "When you really needed to appear, you really didn't exist. ”

Ji Hanru's whole body surged, and he stepped forward step by step, and the vast mountain warriors behind him also made the same move.

"Anyone who kills someone, if one is counted as one, he will be taken down by me and handed over to the elders of my sect to deal with. ”

"Yan Zhaoge, I don't have the heart to have a verbal dispute with you, you have been very famous recently, but I don't know how much real talent you have?"

"I, Ji Hanru, never believe in rumors, I only believe in my own eyes and fists!"

As he spoke, he punched out, and the punch was as thick as a mountain!

Yan Zhaoge didn't look at it, he just greeted it with one palm.

Hit out with one palm, like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring!

The flame-like aura condensed on Yan Zhao's palm, and he hit Ji Hanru's fist head-on.

Ji Hanru sneered: "Hit me hard?"

Among the six holy places, the Vast Mountain Martial Dao is known for its strength and calmness!

The fist that was as thick as a mountain, with the momentum of destroying the withering and decaying, wanted to destroy Yan Zhaoge's doushi palm.

But with a flick of Yan Zhaoge's wrist, his strength suddenly soared, and he exploded in an instant!

"If you can't talk, then let's fight, what about touching you?"

In the palm of your hand, you can integrate the essence of the Great Ape Demon Fist!

The sudden explosive power shook the world!

The mountain-like fist momentum instantly froze, trembling sharply, and was blown up to shake the mountain!