For the sudden appearance of the old man wearing a big red robe and holding a whisk, the situation seems to have reversed.

And this old man, Chang Zhichun thought about it for a long time and didn't remember who he was?

Mo Yan saw his puzzlement and made an introduction, this is the old immortal master of Putuo Temple in the Western Regions.

As soon as the words came out, the words were shocked, except for the Sword Immortal and the Sword Saint in the hall, who were slightly younger, but the name Shi Yan was also like thunder, because all the martial arts people who cultivated, even if they were not of that generation, would be instilled to know what saints there are in the continent today, and who are beyond the world. And it will be traced back to the previous generation, the previous generation of the previous generation, and so on.

And this Shi Yan is one of them, he once single-handedly singled out the three saints of the previous session, his age is still a mystery, I am afraid that he is already a thousand years old, but then disappeared for two hundred years, everyone thought that he had been sitting on the tour, but he did not expect to appear here in the Great Qin Ancient Yellow Palace.

Regardless of whether they are friends or enemies, all the old people who have reached a certain level of extremely high rank, Chang Zhichun and others all bow to each other, even if they are the emperor, they owe a little.

At this moment, Master Shi Yan quietly looked at the few people in front of him, his dantian aura seemed to be overflowing from his chest, with each long breath, it appeared more abundant, the light lasted, and the divine smell emitted became more and more obvious, raising his hands and feet, and the power was amazing.

Mo Yan looked at a few people with a smile and asked: Are you still fighting?

At the door, another loud voice came, "Hit, why don't you fight?" and beat you crying dad and calling mother. What are all of them, and you think this palace is good, when you have a back garden?

A short, black and thin old man did not come by like others, but walked while scolding, scolding while walking: A traitor can still be so reasonable, Niang Xipi, is there any royal law in this heavenly way? After scolding, he landed next to the young sword fairy, did he just stand next to the handsome and uninhibited falling snow, which gave people a very complex visual impact, because the old man was too short and ugly.

But no one in this palace made fun of him, even the old ancestor Shi Yan, who had lived for thousands of years, looked at him very seriously.

Needless to say, this old man with a short figure who was not good-looking and full of swear words was the Sect Master Xuanjing of the Desert Green Palace.

Chang Zhichun and the others were overjoyed, and they were about to see, the old man waved his hand and stretched his waist, don't fix these things that you don't have, you give me a salute I can't have more pieces of meat, grow a foot taller, in a word, let Chang Zhichun and the others close their mouths.

Xuanjing pointed at Shi Yan and said, "I'm very strange, why do you insist on helping this Mo Yan who wants to take the throne, does it have anything to do with you?" He leaned on the sword immortal at the moment, and seemed to find it very interesting.

When Mo Yan heard this, he was about to answer, but Xuanjing glared at him fiercely and said: Do you dislike him for being old and unable to speak, or do you think that you have two more mouths, is his long mouth used to eat poop?

The hall is silent, no one dares to say a word, in terms of seniority, even the Xuanjing has to be called a senior, but in this Xuanjing world, there is no such thing, you are worthy of my respect, I will respect you, you are not worthy of my respect in my place, you are worthless.

Chang Zhichun and the others actually had a feeling of wanting to laugh in this weird atmosphere.

He dared to assert that in the whole world, only the old man of Xuanjing dared to say this about the old immortal master.

Before Shi Yan could speak, he said again: Originally, the world was already quite good, but now it has become a dragon chair dispute, do you want to sit on this chair? Or do you think it will become cruel and bloody to be fun?

Shi Yan looked at the old man who was much shorter than himself, and said leisurely: The Taiping you see is different from the Taiping I see, for hundreds of years, I haven't seen any progress, this world should also be changed, the current world has no soul, lost blood, you Xuanjing want to be so content with the status quo, don't you want to see a good tomorrow?

What chivalrous heart, what kind of people, can always withstand the devastation of the sword mountain and the sea of fire, in order to go to the next level, and the people are just a smoke bomb, and they are the most indispensable thing in this world.

What kind of bullshit is true? What kind of bullshit is not what you say, you are a human being, others are not human, you are rich, others are lowly? You will also be happy and enmity for a moment, and you will not make sense at all, and you will live in vain for so many years.

If you are scolded like this, your face will not be able to hang up, let alone such a "respectable old man"

Sure enough.

Shi Yan's face was cloudy, and he was already cloudy and was about to drip blood.

It's not that he can't stand the scolding, but scolding in front of so many juniors, he is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, but his mentality of scolding him like this is a little broken.

It's human nature.

Some can even die, but their reputation cannot be damaged, otherwise how can they go down to meet their master and fellow sect?

The old man Xuanjing sighed, he was really stubborn, "It seems that he won't change his mind, for me, scolding is persuasion, if you don't listen to persuasion, then you have to fight."

In the palace, any person who can shake the world is a master, and it can be said that there are many heroes.

In addition to Shi Yan, Mo Yan and Master Zheng Zhi are also masters among the masters. So as long as you make a move, someone will take a life, in this case, Xuanjing said to the emperor: You step aside first, after all, you are still the lord of a country, it is good to have blood, but you must also see the situation clearly, if this old life is put in, then the world will really be in chaos, and these guards will retreat together.

The old man's tone was a little serious when he said this, the emperor of the Great Qin Empire nodded silently, and led the guards to the back of the main hall.

At the moment when the Emperor of the Trigger disappeared, everyone on both sides of the enemy and the enemy attacked almost simultaneously.

Sword Immortal Luoxue drove his long sword straight towards Zheng Zhi, the speed was so fast, the snow sword was shining, and the dance was dazzling.

Sword Saint Gu Changsheng glanced at the falling snow sword, sighed, and besieged Zheng Zhi with him.

Zheng Zhi made a big hammer under the combination of two swords had to dance the hammer impermeable, he was flexible, flying up and down from time to time, and the wide robe was swaying in the wind in this impermeable hall.

And Chang Zhichun held the book of heaven in his hand and faced Mo Yan, Mo Yan's weapon is an extra piece of armor on his body, this armor is definitely one of the only treasures in this world, this armor can be stretched and contracted, sometimes for protection, sometimes it can be used as a weapon, constantly attacking the Confucian Sage, the book of heaven in the hands of the Confucian Sage turned page by page, and the huge Qi brought by it hit the armor again and again, and every time it hit, there would be a splash of firelight.

And Xue Zhifeng, as a pure martial artist, did not watch the battle from the sidelines, raised the spear in his hand and tried to pierce Na Mo Yan's armor.

And Xuanjing's hand was empty, and Shi Yan, who was holding the dust, looked at each other, between the electric light and flint, and stepped forward at the same time, the dust moved slightly, and the old man's fist like a knife seemed to flow out of a silver silk thread, and the two of them faced the dust with their fists in an instant, only to hear a sudden sound, which was unusually loud in this empty hall.

Punches are like mountains, fast as lightning.

The old man's fist was like a light, colorful, and like a wind, shaking the tree, more like a mountain, the mountain-like thick fist, unstoppable on the dust, sonorous.

And Shi Yan's dust was like a white light, blocking the fist wind outside.

On the other side of the main hall, the sword fairy Luoxue and the sword saint Gu Changsheng, the two of them combined their swords, Luoxue looked indifferent, the long sword in his hand was erected on his chest, and when he saw Zheng Zhi's sledgehammer blocking Gu Changsheng's sword, his sword turned into a "flying sword".

And Gu Changsheng didn't say a word, and silently handed out a sword, the sword body roared, and the white light shone. This is the first time he has joined forces with the Sword Immortal, on the one hand, he sighed at the attainments of Luoxue, and on the other hand, the two of them have a tacit understanding, and the two of them work together, and the power is huge.

The situation here is gradually becoming clearer, but Chang Zhichun is a little struggling, Xue Zhifeng is purely a martial artist, and he has strong internal strength at the beginning, but as time goes by, his physical strength suddenly can't keep up, and Mo Yan's armor is elusive, and the armor is like having eyes, and when he is taking a breath, it suddenly becomes longer, and it blows hard at his heart, and Xue Zhifeng's heart immediately comes with a painful tearing feeling.

Chang Zhichun has already comprehended Mo Yan's power, at this moment his book has turned into thousands of pages, rising in the hall, no beam of light is like lightning towards Mo Yan, Mo Yan's armor will always absorb these beams of light, Chang Zhichun shouted, the wind retreated, Xue Zhifeng and the two of them hurriedly retreated and sat on the ground to heal their injuries.

Now it's a one-on-one fight, Mo Yan doesn't move like a mountain, and after stomping his feet.

It seems that Chang Shengren has indeed been delayed in the palace for so many years, as soon as he finished speaking, his armor suddenly became larger, and his body also changed dramatically, and he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the Confucian sage's book.

"There is light in the heavens and the earth, shining on you and me."

When Mo Yan's giant hand stretched out, the eight-character palm quickly reversed, like a golden thorn, and like a small sword at a speed.

Mo Yan hurriedly retracted his armor, withdrew his palm, and those words and swords hit the armor, and then fell to the ground one after another, and finally turned into nothingness and returned to the book.

Mo Yan laughed, the Chang Saint is still the Chang Saint, but the advantage of the armor is that even the sword of the gods can't pierce it, what can you do to me?

Chang Zhichun was silent, you have armor to protect yourself, I can't help you, then I can only fight.

The day has passed outside, and the sky is getting dark, but you still come and go in the hall, fortunately, the hall is big enough, wide enough, and each pair of fighters tacitly understands that only one corner, and this is it, it is inevitable that they will be taken by the strongest two people in this palace.