An Zeyu and Chen Liji are getting faster and faster, and a large number of people can no longer see the figures of the two clearly, and can only see two black shadows back and forth, making a huge sound. 『』

Seeing the arrival of these elders, the two of them also consciously sped up, of course, this premise is to kill each other, Chen Liji, as the current martial arts hall master of Hongmen, naturally cannot lose.

But An Zeyu didn't want to lose, after all, he was here to find trouble, and he could save face for the other party everywhere.

Time still flies, and those disciples seem to think that the two of them will not be able to distinguish the winner for the time being, but this kind of thing is not good for them, just a few minutes later, the two have already separated their bodies.

Chen Liji looked at the young man opposite with a wry smile on his face, it was really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the new wave of the previous wave to replace the old people, and he was the former wave and the old man.

He clenched his fists with both hands: "I lost, thank you for your mercy"

When these words came out, the scene was immediately in an uproar, in their eyes, the strength was unfathomable, almost invincible, and he was defeated by a boy about the same size as himself, which was unbelievable.

Naturally, some people were noisy, unwilling to accept this fact, and quarreled one after another, even Li Chenglong and the Hongmen high-level under his command could not accept it.

"Quiet" is simply two words, as if it was covered from the sky, not only suppressing everyone's voices, but also calming everyone down.

When he spoke, he was a man in his fifties, his face was impassive, and his hands were exposed without a trace, but it was the supreme magic of the Fa Lion's roar.

It lasted for dozens of seconds, An Zeyu suddenly raised his neck, and suddenly a golden rooster crowed out of his throat, and he directly broke the lion's roar blockade.

Those disciples were already stunned, the two voices fighting in their ears, making them feel that their qi and blood were surging a little, and this was not deliberately aimed at them.

But this is just An Zeyu, although he won the battle with Chen Liji just now, he was also a little injured, and after holding on to the other party for a few times, he felt a little unable to hold on, and the strength of the master on the other side was also half a catty and eight taels with himself.

Everyone here naturally understood, and looked at each other, the appearance of this kind of master made them occasionally feel a little eager to try, and fighting against a powerful enemy would help them break through.

The youngest Dong Shaoyuan, in the group of Wu Liang and others, is relatively weak, not to mention Wu Liang, not even the old cow and the tiger are not comparable, so he naturally stood up at this time.

Seeing that he was facing a child, the fifty-year-old master opposite him couldn't help frowning, this is clearly looking down on himself.

However, just a few seconds later, he had already changed his mind, and as he appeared in the field, Dong Shaoyuan took his own steps, and he walked in a tiger step, he was a tiger step, looking up at his head is a throat, and the momentum up and down his body suddenly emanated, and it was the roar of the White Tiger King.

There seems to be only such a roar left between the whole heaven and earth, not to mention the roar of the lion, the master in his fifties can only barely protect himself from harm, but if he wants to help others, he can't.

"Old guy, bullying my senior brother just had a fight, how about the two of us divide the victory" Stopping his voice, Dong Shaoyuan pointed at the old man with his index finger, and there was no politeness between his words.

"Then on behalf of your parents, educate you what it means to respect the old and love the young" The man in his fifties was obviously angry, stabilized his mind, and stood up without hesitation, as a congenital ninth-layer master, he didn't believe that he was not as good as a young boy, these words were naturally murderous.

"I'm afraid you don't have this qualification" Dong Shaoyuan didn't talk much, the tiger step had already taken a step away as he spoke, and a rise and fall had already come to the top of the opponent's head, swinging his left leg to the right, with layers of phantoms, like a thick tiger tail, and even roared with a real tiger, and pulled down towards the opponent.

The man in his fifties, his face was full of horror, and he hurriedly mobilized the true yuan power in his body, and suddenly a few golden rays of light emanated from his body.

The two of them had already fought hard for more than a dozen moves in an instant, Dong Shaoyuan's attack was as fast as one move, and his strength was even more powerful, the old man slowly retreated, leaving more than a dozen half-foot-deep footprints on the ground.

But that's it, Dong Shaoyuan has already fully unleashed, fast as lightning and thunder, the attack is becoming more and more fierce, and the old man on the opposite side has no power to fight back at all, so he can only defend passively.

After only holding on for dozens of rounds, Dong Shaoyuan suddenly roared, and a white tiger phantom suddenly appeared behind him, and a punch hit the chest and landed firmly on the ground.

The old man had already retreated more than ten meters before he barely stood on his heels, blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body began to shake, looking like he was about to fall in the next second.

Li Chenglong and the others were full of horror, looking at Wu Liang and the others, all of them had this kind of strength, or they were the strongest when they said it, but judging from the expressions of Wu Liang and others, it is estimated that the first possibility is greater.

After not dealing with Hu Xiaguo for decades, Li Chenglong and others have gradually forgotten the once powerful Huaxia Kingdom, of course, it is also because of these years, the Huaxia Kingdom can be obscure, and there are few masters, basically practicing between famous mountains and rivers, resulting in the illusion that there are few masters in Huaxia.

Now Wu Liang and the others appeared and slapped them hard, for them, the place where the ancestor once lived and multiplied, was so powerful that such a few young people were enough to kill the Hongmen elders, especially when they saw Dong Shaoyuan standing in the middle, it was like seeing a fierce beast staring at him, which made people shudder.

The "White Tiger King" bearded and white-haired old man suddenly changed his face, and when he saw Dong Shaoyuan's body trembling, his voice was even more expectant.

"You old man still have some knowledge, yes, I am the White Tiger King" The other party recognized it, Dong Shaoyuan has nothing to hide, his strength has reached this point, it is already very difficult to kill him, not to mention that there are Wu Liang and others by his side, although there are many masters of Hongmen, they will never dare to make a move with them.

The old man is more than 100 years old, and he naturally knows how powerful those perverted powerhouses in Huaxia are, and he also knows that the emperor and the general are simply the treasure in everyone's heart, if something goes wrong in Hongmen, even if it is said to be cannibalism, it is estimated that Hongmen will be uprooted.

Several people around him also have some knowledge, naturally know this kind of thing, all of them have become unnatural, I have long heard that this generation of emperors and generals have grown up, I originally thought it was a rumor, but I didn't expect to appear in front of me alive, and it seems that the strength is stronger than the legend.

"I will give you an explanation for this matter, and please don't see the villain, let go of these juniors" The old man has completely changed his posture, faintly with some pleading eyes