A huge pavilion, with nine floors, covers an area of 100 acres in the prosperous location of the imperial city.

There were hundreds of martial artists standing around, and the weakest cultivation was all in the three-rank bloodline realm, and the black-clothed strong-suited man led by him was even a powerhouse of the sixth-grade divine machine realm.

"This is the Wangtian Pavilion, it's magnificent, it's even more luxurious than my palace!" Yan Bei said coldly.

"To be able to build the pavilion so luxuriously under the noses of Nangong Yidao and the three of them, no one has come to trouble yet, I want to see how much strength you have!"

The human skin mask on his face was changed again, slightly old, and his sword eyebrows stood sideways, giving people a kind of majesty that was not angry and arrogant.

Dressed in black, walking on the official road, it is very eye-catching.

The cold face gives people a feeling that no one should enter.

"Stop!" Yan Bei had just approached when he was stopped by the six-rank Divine Machine Realm martial artist who was the leader.

"This is Wangtian Pavilion, idle people are exempt from entering, get out of the acquaintance, otherwise, there is only a dead end!" He Wu said indifferently.

"You told the old man to get out?" Yanbei said.

"I'll count to three, if you haven't gotten out of here yet, stay here!" He Wu said coldly.

"What a bold man, the old man has been walking the rivers and lakes for eighty years, and no one has ever dared to stop the old man, you are the first and the only one who dares to tell the old man to get out!" Yan Bei laughed angrily.

"In front of Wangtian Pavilion, no one can be arrogant! Come on, take down this old immortal for me!" He Wu ordered.

"You are looking for death!" Yan Bei said angrily.

Thirteen steps of leisure, flashing back and forth between this group of warriors.

The Great Heavenly Palm was unleashed, slapped on the heads of this group of warriors, and slashed them one by one.

There are hundreds of martial artists, and the lowest cultivation is all third-grade martial artists, among which there are fourth-rank and fifth-grade martial artists, but in front of Yanbei, they are all rubbish.

A pair of palms, flashing with golden light, the magic of the big heavenly palm, every time a large number of kills.

After a dozen breaths.

Yanbei stopped, and the hundreds of guards who rushed up around him all died under his palms.

"It's your turn!" Yan Bei said indifferently.

"You, what do you want to do? This is Wangtian Pavilion, how can you be a place where you can go wild!" He Wu retreated in horror.

He tripped over a corpse and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

With his palms pressed against the ground, he retreated in fear again.

"The old man has never been able to dictate things. Yan Bei said coldly.

With a shake of his body, he rushed in front of him in an instant.

"The little six-rank Divine Machine Realm martial artist even dared to embarrass the old man and give the old man his death!" Yan Bei snorted coldly.

The palm of his hand slapped towards his head domineeringly.

"Ahh......h

Seeing that Yan Bei's palm was about to slap on He Wu's head, one sole of his foot carried the power of Wan Jun and kicked on Yan Bei's palm.

Bang!

A violent wave of qi came from the place where the two met.

Under Yanbei's violent punch, the person who came was shocked back three and a half steps before stopping.

"Jiupin Legendary Realm, it's not enough to see in front of the old man!" Yan Bei sneered.

"This friend, please stay ......"

Before Qing Lao's words were finished, Yan Bei had already rushed in front of him, slapped out his big heavenly palm, exerted his power to the maximum, and bombarded his chest.

"Little Sumeru Divine Fist!" the old man roared. Dumbo eBook

There was a layer of wavy stripes on the surface of the fist, which slammed on Yanbei's fist.

Poof!

The strong force rushed into the body, directly injured him, opened his mouth and spewed out a bloody arrow, and the whole person flew backwards seven or eight meters backwards, and then stopped in embarrassment.

"You can't do it! you can't stop the old man!" Yanbei said domineeringly.

"What about me!" As he spoke, a red-haired old man in a red robe walked out of it.

Exuding the terrifying momentum of the peak of the Nine Rank Legendary Realm, he stopped three steps away from Yanbei.

"Are you sure you want to stop the old man?" Yan Bei said coldly.

"This is my Wangtian Pavilion, Your Excellency is making trouble here, so you can't take our Wangtian Pavilion in your eyes, right?" said the Red Blood Master with a gloomy face.

"You should ask him and see what good things he has done!"

"What's going on with He Wu?" the Red Blood Master asked.

He Wu didn't dare to hide it, and told everything that happened in 1510.

"I see!" the Red Blood Master nodded.

"What is this friend's name?" the Red Blood Master asked.

"The old man is free to the north!"

When you go out, you have to use a trumpet, kill people and set fires, and leave no trouble.

"It turned out to be Brother Xiaoyaobei, and He Wu also acted according to the rules in this matter, but the elder brother is a powerhouse in the Nine Rank Legendary Realm, as long as it is slightly revealed, you can go in! Why don't you give me a face, how about this matter be revealed like this?"

"The old man has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for 80 years, and he has never been bullied like today! If you want the old man not to care about this matter, it is very simple, as long as he can withstand the old man's slap, this matter will be settled!"

"Good!" replied the Red Blood Master.

He Wu didn't hurry up and get over and bear the slap of his friend in the north. The Red Blood Master shouted.

"Thank you, Lord Redblood, for saving your life!" He Wu kowtowed to him excitedly and apologized.

Then roll in front of Yanbei.

"Please also ask the seniors to be merciful!" He Wudao.

The red-blooded Venerable Master and the young man smiled, in the eyes of the two of them, the other party was giving themselves face, so they proposed to slap the face to understand the matter, so they were not worried that He Wu's life would be in danger.

"Your mouth really stinks, you don't smoke!" Yan Bei sneered.

The right palm jerked up.

Bang!

The violent palm force directly pumped He Wu's head to pieces.

"For your sake, this matter is settled. "Yanbei Province.

The red-blooded master and the young man were stunned for a moment, looking at He Wu's headless corpse, and after half a ring, they came back to their senses.

"How did you kill him?" said the young man angrily.

"It's because he himself is too weak to even bear a slap from the old man, it's just right that a waste like this dies, and he can save you a little food. You don't have to thank me, it's a trivial matter, the old man hasn't taken it to heart. Yan Bei said with a smile.

"You ......"

Before the old man could continue, the Red Blood Master stopped him with a wave of his hand.

"This matter is over!" said the Red Blood.

"So many people have died, even He Wu has been killed, it's hard to explain this matter!" Qing Lao said.

"It's okay!" the Red Venerable Master waved his hand.

"Brother Xiaoyao is here to participate in the annual Kingdom Chain Auction held by my Wangtian Pavilion?" asked the Red Blood Master.