"Is this our Shui clan's disciple?" said someone in the branch in disbelief, a young man who could suppress Wu Jun's beating, and this young man looked not as old as his grandson.

"Yes, yes, yes!" a person on the side stammered, "It seems that it is someone from our Shui clan, although I have never seen him, but he fights for the main line, he should be a person from the main line, right?"

Among the main veins, there are many people who say similar things, and there are many branches that faintly regret that they should not support the old one of the three clans, and now that they have reached this level, in case the old one of the three clans can't take the position of the main vein, they are afraid that the branches that support them will be liquidated by the main vein.

"Yueyue, if you hit me, am I dazzled. Shui Jingyang couldn't believe his eyes, everything in the ring seemed to be like a dream.

Shui Jingyue said proudly: "You read that right, that is the child of me and Brother Tian, now that he is an Extreme Martial Sect, whether he can win or not, he will not lose to the old man of the three clans." ”

"Brother Zun is so powerful. Shui Fengyi's eyes were full of small stars, and her eye sockets became peach-shaped.

"Extreme Martial Sect!" Shui Jingyang said softly, his brows furrowed, "I hope it's not that assassin, but the back seems to be a little familiar." ”

"What did you say, what assassin?" Shui Jingyue on the side turned her head and asked.

"No, it's nothing, I didn't say anything, look at the ring! The three clans are not so easy to lose, there must be a killer weapon that has not yet been used. Shui Jingyang diverted the topic and pointed in the direction of the ring.

Shui Jingyue's eyes were quickly attracted, one of the people in the ring was her son, and she naturally cared about her son's safety, even if she knew that her son's cultivation was very strong, and he was an extreme martial sect that could resist Wu Jun, but it was her mother's nature to worry about her son.

The faces of the old men of the three clans who were pressed and beaten by Long Zun became more and more ugly, even if he already knew that Long Zun was the Extreme Martial Sect, but at such an old age, he was pressed and beaten by such a young boy, and he was still in full view of everyone, and the anger in his heart can be imagined.

"You forced me. The elder of the three clans said viciously, and immediately with a mistake in his palm, a golden wire ring knife appeared in his hand, and at the same time, a knife slashed towards the hands that Long Zun had hit.

As early as when he saw the elder of the three clans take out a big knife, Long Zun was on guard, how could the Shui clan say that it was also the royal family of the Wanshui Kingdom, and it would not be possible for a martial monarch to have no weapons, and it was normal for the other party to take out a spiritual treasure.

At the moment when the Golden Silk Ring Knife appeared, Long Zun had already retreated quickly, dodging the blow of the opponent's knife.

"Boy, for so many years, no one has ever forced me to use my Golden Silk Big Ring Knife, you are the first one after I became a martial artist, you can die under my knife, you can also be clear. The elder of the three clans said with a sneer.

Long Zun rolled his eyes and said lightly: "This sounds a little familiar, oh...... By the way, you said the same thing when I was in the ring before, but I'm still not good yet, it seems that you are a big knife, that's it, it's the same as before, it's no different. ”

"Tell you, my Golden Silk Great Ring Knife is mixed with 10,000-year-old cold iron, and ordinary spiritual treasures can't resist my Golden Silk Great Ring Knife at all. The old man of the three clans touched a black line on the inverted back with his hand, and not only that, but there were also several black lines on the blade.

"Is this the Ten Thousand Years Cold Iron? Isn't it just a few black lines, I remember that the elder of the second clan also has a spiritual treasure, which is a judge's pen, black as ink, how is it compared to you?"

The old man of the three clans choked for a moment, and then said: "Hmph, my golden wire big ring knife is bigger than his weapon, boy, haven't you heard that it is an inch long and an inch strong?"

At this time, the elders of the three clans had already recognized the strength of the same level as Long Zun, and they were no longer the shouts of small beasts and small wild species.

"No need to explain, no matter what you say, you are also better than his weapons, am I right?" Long Zun said sarcastically.

"So what? I'm afraid that there is only one spirit treasure in the world that is made of 10,000-year-old dark iron, and this kind of spirit treasure is probably the only one. The elder of the three clans said, admitting that the judge of the elder of the two clans was stronger than his.

While...... Long Zun flipped his wrist, and an inky black spear appeared in his hand, and the handle of the gun poked into the ring at his feet, making a sound.

"Spirit Treasure?" the old man of the three clans frowned, "I didn't expect you to have a spirit treasure, and that's right, if you are lucky, you can still grab a few spirit treasures by killing a few more martial arts level figures." ”

The elders of the three clans understood where so many spiritual treasures of Long Zun came from, it was nothing more than robbery, I didn't understand it before, because I didn't know his strength, but now that I know, it is not new to rob so many spiritual treasures.

"That's right, except for the one in my hand, they were all stolen. Long Zun didn't deny it, and he didn't need to deny it.

"Boy, don't think that you are an extreme martial arts sect is my opponent, the spirit treasure will also be in whose hands, in the hands of the martial sect, you can exert a maximum of sixty percent of the power, and more people will also play four or five percent, and the martial monarch can exert almost perfect power. The elder of the three clans said proudly.

"Don't you care about the material of my spear? Long Zun patted the shaft of his spear.

The elder of the three clans sneered: "Joke, a spear dyed with color, actually wants to pretend to be a 10,000-year-old blackiron, even if your spear head can be made of 10,000-year-old darkiron, it's amazing." ”

Long Zun suddenly realized, no wonder the other party was not surprised, it turned out that the other party thought that the spear in his hand was fake, not made of 10,000-year-old Xuantie.

From this point, he could see that the elder of the three clans in front of him was not as good as the elder of the second clan of the Shui clan, and he must know that when his spear was taken out, the elder of the two clans had already recognized it.

Under the ring, Shui Jingyue was dumbfounded, and kept muttering in her mouth, "How can this be, how can it be like this, is it true, is it true?"

"What's really fake?" Shui Fengyi looked at Shui Jingyang curiously, not only her, but also Shui Jingyue on the side.

Shui Jingyang withdrew his gaze from the spear in Long Zun's hand, shook his head, and said, "No, it's nothing, I read it wrong." ”

But there was a storm in his heart, he almost died at the hands of his own nephew not long ago, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh at this time.

"Old man Chen, the third brother can't see that waste, you should be able to see it, right? What is that spear made of?" The second clan elder looked at his opponent, surnamed Wujun.

Wujun surnamed Chen paused for a moment and said, "I don't believe that in addition to your pair of judge's pens, there are also spirit treasures made of 10,000-year-old Xuantie, especially such a heavy spear. ”

(End of chapter)