The Eight Great Martial Mansions are too huge, just like a behemoth, and each Martial Mansion has at least a thousand people entrenched.

A warrior in the realm of moving blood.

In the eyes of the Heavenly Desolate City, it is a strong man who is enough to call the wind and rain.

But.

Such a martial artist, in the Eight Great Martial Mansions, can only be regarded as ordinary, and many students are in such a realm, so it is actually very embarrassing to find their status.

If they don't recruit disciples who are talented enough, it will be difficult for them to get enough resources to practice.

The Eight Great Martial Arts Mansion is even more cruel.

Disciples with excellent talents can naturally get a lot of resources and soar to the sky, but those with slightly weaker qualifications are destined to only be able to become a foil, and only a very small number of people, who are late bloomers, may also be able to have amazing achievements.

Crash!

Everyone sat cross-legged, at this time, a huge white crane, spread its wings, on the high mountain where the wind was, slightly passed, fanning a large number of winds, making everyone look at the white crane angrily.

"Who!" Yan Gang was grumpy and looked coldly at the psychic white crane.

"Hahaha, who did I say, entrenched in such a peripheral mountain, it turned out to be Senior Brother Yan Gang! Oh, I'm really sorry, it's the first time Senior Brother invited such a senior, for a while, some of them are not well controlled, I'm really sorry!" From above the psychic white crane, an extremely unbeatable voice came.

At the front of the white crane, a middle-aged man in a gray robe with an iron face poked his head out.

He looked at Yan Gang and the others, his face full of sarcasm.

"Come, you have come to see these two division commanders, these two are my former classmates, but it's a pity that their qualifications are a little worse, and they may not have a chance to break through the Life Palace in this life!" said the gray-robed middle-aged man loudly.

"Hmph. ”

"It's just two people who can't break through the palace of life in this life, what's there to respect!"

"That's just rubbish!"

As the words of the gray-robed middle-aged man came out, on the back of the white crane, the four young men with proud faces said with indifferent faces.

Everyone's faces changed in unison.

Among the eight martial arts, qualifications basically determine everything.

Yan Gang and Mo Xun are very old, at least in their forties, but they are only moving blood to the Great Perfection, and this kind of cultivation is indeed remarkable in other places.

However.

In the Eight Great Martial Mansions, at such an age, they have not broken through the Life Palace, which means that their qualifications are only like this, and it is difficult to break through the Life Palace in this life!

And the gray-robed middle-aged man who spoke before was just thirty years old, and he had already reached the Great Perfection of Blood Transfer, and it was very likely that he would break through the Life Palace before the age of forty, so he had the qualifications to laugh at Yan Gang and the others.

"Yang Zhen, don't go too far!" Mo Xun's face became gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said.

"Hahaha, it turns out that Senior Brother Mo Xun is also there, but my group of nephews is indeed a little too much, how can you look down on these elders just because you are talented?"

"Although you are only seventeen or eighteen years old, you have reached the middle stage of blood transfer, and you are much stronger than some waste, you can't do this!"

The gray-robed middle-aged man called Xiangzhen said with a smile, although he asked the young man on the white crane to apologize, but in his words, there was no apology at all, and even intensified.

Hearing such words, even Chen Feng and the others couldn't stand it anymore.

"This division commander, you must have gone too far!" Chen Feng frowned and said coldly.

"Oh?"

When Yang Zhen heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he looked at Chen Feng, "You are the trialist that Mo Xun and they brought in, right?"

"What kind of leader is there, what kind of trialist there is, and sure enough, the waste has its own vein! You are just the realm of refining the veins, right? When I talk to your master, do you have the qualifications to interject?"

He opened his mouth coldly, and with a wave of his hand, a force like a knife swept directly over.

The huge coercion swept over, and it was suppressed in the air.

The killing machine on it was like the substance, very terrifying, Chen Feng raised his eyes, facing this coercion, his body shook.

This is the Great Perfection of Blood.

A sense of powerlessness emerged in Chenfeng's heart.

It's too strong!

"Yang Zhen, you're over!" At this time, Mo Xun stepped out and smashed this qi with a punch.

Chen Feng felt his whole body lighten, and the terrible coercion dissipated.

The gap between the broken veins and the Great Perfection of Moving Blood is really too big, not to mention, this gray-robed middle-aged man is not an ordinary martial artist, and his qualifications are extremely high!

"Hmph, question the division commander, if it was placed in the Eight Great Martial Mansions, I would have already killed this waste of the Pulse Cultivation Realm!" Yang Zhen snorted coldly and looked at Mo Xun and the two of them defiantly.

"Then what should you say if you provoke Senior Brother?"

"Get out!"

"Otherwise, I will join forces with Yan Gang, and even if I am punished afterwards, I will kill you here! Aren't you extremely talented and qualified? I see that you have become a dead person, how can you break through the palace of life!"

Mo Xun opened his mouth coldly, and the killing intent surged in his eyes.

Seeing Mo Xun with this appearance, Yang Zhen was stunned for a moment, and then the cruel light in his eyes flashed.

"Okay, very good, don't find you!Wait for me, let's go!" he smiled coldly, and then drove the white crane away.

After leaving the confines of this high mountain, he turned his head and looked at Chen Feng and the others, and the endless killing intent swept in his eyes.

"Remember, after entering the ancient land, if you meet those four people, you will be killed!"

"In their group of people, all of them are waste, one is in the realm of practicing the pulse, and two are in the early stage of blood transfer, only the young man who looks like he has an extraordinary temperament is in the middle stage of blood transfer, he should have an extraordinary background, except for him, if anyone else encounters it, they will all be slaughtered by me!"

"Hmph. ”

"If all the trialists don't enter the Eight Great Martial Mansions, I don't think you two will be able to get resources this time, as long as I break through the Life Palace, I will come to kill you!"

Yang Zhen said in a cold voice.

"Yes, Third Uncle, we know!" the many young people nodded in unison.

Their talent is high.

It does look a lot better than the group of people in the Chenfeng.

All of them are martial artists in the realm of blood transfer, and the weakest ones are also in the early stage of blood transfer, and there are even quite a few of them, which are the existence of the middle stage of blood transfer.

Such talent and qualifications are indeed terrifying.

Compared to them, Chenfeng and them are much weaker.

Even Chenfeng is just practicing the pulse, so such a gap. It looks huge.

Hearing everyone's answers, Yang Zhen nodded with satisfaction.

On his face, there was a grim look, he was originally at odds with Mo Xun and them, but now, he just found an opportunity to make them completely silent.

"What the waste brings can only be waste, and with such a group of waste, you still want to fight with me?"

Yang Zhen said in a cold voice, his words full of contempt.