Qin Yue stepped on Mashan, he didn't use his magical powers, and slowly fell.

He was the personal disciple of the criminal elder, more noble than the ordinary core disciple, and he knew more about Cangyun Mountain, he knew that Cangyun Mountain was slowly expanding from this mountain, and finally defeated countless barbarian beast kings, achieving a situation that was far away from the ancestral mountain.

Zhang Fan was on the top of the mountain, looking at this Qin Yue from afar.

"It's like yesterday!" Qin Yue was a little distracted, he was a person with great talent, he was only twenty-three years old when he stepped into the peak with one foot, but in the end, that foot couldn't move no matter what, as if he was condemned to death.

Because, his Dao heart was once shocked by one person, and it has improved slightly over the years, but now it is shaking again.

Zhang Fan, a natural enlightened person, has a divine pattern associated with the power of the world, and is the nightmare of the younger generation of Cangyun Mountain. Although Zhang Fan was young in the past, he already had the majesty of the overlord, and he had already forgotten everyone after falling into the dust, but now, he is back.

is still indifferent eyes, straight backbone, no edge, everything is peaceful and close to the Tao, but there is a dormant brute dragon in his body, and he shoots mercilessly without seeing blood and not looking back.

Qin Yue was left with hot sweat on his face, and every step was very uncomfortable: "He has been wasted for so many years.. I've been left behind for a long time, but why... Zhang Fan...."

Gritted his teeth and looked up angrily, but at the moment when he touched Zhang Fan's eyes, the confidence he had just picked up shattered half of it again, turned around and ran down the mountain, and turned into magnificence in a hurry, and flew directly out of more than ten miles before stopping, the hair crown was broken, and the long hair danced wildly: "Why am I afraid of you.". Why, I have half a foot at the peak, I am a true disciple of the Criminal Elder, and the future is limitless. ”

"Boy, how lacking you were in the beginning!" said Uncle Guang.

"Hehe!" Zhang Fan chuckled, "It's all the fault of Invincible." Hey.."

"You're still breathing, that little guy today is not simple, he is definitely beating his peers in Cangyun Mountain, it's good to have your melon baby!"

"It's just a whetstone!" Zhang Fan remained indifferent and began to feed the horses.

Cangyun Mountain, Biyun Mountain, Merry Mountain. The three mountains of the Yan Kingdom Cave Mansion and the Yan royal family are under the same roof, and the disciples of the three caves are grinding their fists and want to show themselves in front of the royal family, especially the young generation who are outstanding in their own self-sustaining, and they are very attentive in front of the princess.

Jiyue Fairy is the second pearl of Yan Kingdom. On weekdays, there is no shortage of young talents around her, but at this time, the first pearl is in front, and she retreats to the second line gloomily, smiling a little desolately.

Three days in a flash. The young generation of the three mountains began to fight. News kept reaching Zhang Fan's ears.

"The third disciple of the mountain lord of Biyun Mountain fights against the true disciple of the Great Elder of Merry Mountain, and the three moves determine the victory or defeat, which can be called invincible!"

Within half a day, the third disciple of the mountain lord of Biyun Mountain, who was in the limelight, was defeated by the core disciples of Cangyun Mountain with an inconspicuous reputation.

The young people were jealous and fought, and the older generation also secretly competed and began to bet heavily on their disciples.

In the two-day duel, the young masters of Sanshan were basically decided.

He Qing, who was close to the princess being reprimanded, was dressed in purple, defeated five masters in a row, and was the first of the three mountains in a three-hundred-round battle with a kingdom cavalry.

Below him is the second senior brother of Biyun Mountain, named Zhu Chong. Holding a black gun, he opened his hand and swallowed the eight wildernesses, and was designated by a veteran to fight on the battlefield.

The third place is Qin Yue, a criminal disciple of Cangyun Mountain, he has been helping the criminal elder manage the mountain gate, he rarely sees him cultivating, but he didn't expect that he has already stepped into the peak with half a foot, and his temperament is serious and fair when he fights, like a king who masters the law.

The three were decided, and the Merry Mountain did not squeeze into the top three, making their elders' faces extremely ugly. The rest of the people mocked it.

The elder of Biyun Mountain's Gongfang played with a red pendant: "Brother Changkong, thank you for your blood jade, it is indeed a treasure, wearing it on the body will cause qi and blood to surge, and long-term matching can wash away the impurities in the blood!"

The elder of Cangyun Mountain waved a folding fan: "Merry Mountain Daoyou is really and the legendary enthusiasm. Although this fan is a mortal object, it is from the hand of Wensheng. Let me add a lot of bookish spirit! In wartime, I carry a sword and travel the world, and in my spare time, I fold a fan and drink lightly to compose poems. Comfort, comfort, life!haha!"

"You're nothing, look at us!" another elder took out a jade bottle, "This is the Dragon Pattern Pill, which is refined from small dragon fruit, with a trace of dragon nature, we will take it, and refine the body to build a foundation and longevity for decades!" Liu Daoyou, thank you for your gift." ”

Merry Mountain was very confident in his disciples, so every time he fought, the elders would make heavy bets, but they had been losing until now, and even some of the flawless magic weapons had been lost.

The faces of the people of Merry Mountain were covered with a layer of black clouds, and they were constantly criticizing the disciples under them, and their disciples were also suffering and couldn't speak, who knew that the people of Cangyun Mountain and Biyun Mountain were so strong that they couldn't resist at all.

The disciples of Merry Mountain have basically lost, but there is still a young man who has not made a move, that is the son and son of the mountain master, there is a great creation, and he has obtained half of the ancient method of building a foundation in a neighboring country, and his roots and bones are extremely solid, once he makes a move, he will definitely be able to cross Cangyun Mountain and Biyun Mountain. But the wind and the desire to make a move, beyond the world do not participate.

Zhang Fan and Gu Tong have not been idle these days, the core disciples are not out, and the inner disciples are screaming. The inner disciples of the Three Mountains carried the banner of eliminating the pearl of the disrespectful princess to kill on Mashan, and after Zhang Fan and the others strongly suppressed a few troublemakers, they did not go to Mashan.

Just gather at the foot of the mountain and shout slogans!

"Thieves Zhang Fan and Gu Tong, come down and die!"

"Don't respect the princess, don't respect the elders, ignore the law. Zhang Fan, don't come down to bear the guilt!"

"The princess is as noble as the sky and like a fairy, how can you peep into the blasphemy and gouge out your eyes, we will not pursue it!"

These people have been shouting for several days, and the elders can't stop them when they pass by, so they can only shake their heads secretly. Gu Tong clenched his sword: "Kill it!"

Zhang Fan and their ancestors were greeted for several days, and the ancient Buddha had to jump up and scold the street. Zhang Fan couldn't help it, the shock from afar was not good, so he went down to fight and came together with Gu Tong and the two of them. Zhang Fan's forehead was bruised, but he himself had a clear and delicate spirit, so he was suppressed by the sharp-edged Gu Tong.

There are more than 50 monks under the mountain, led by the disciples of Cangyun Mountain. At this time, seeing Zhang Fan and them coming down, they were all gearing up to adjust their state. Gu Tong put his sword beside him and asked proudly, "Which of you goes first?"

"Get on your sister, attack him!"

Fifty people shot together, and the aura fluctuated, and the light covered the sky. There were even several magic weapons that joined the battle and slashed at Zhang Fan and Gu Tong.

Gu Tong's eyelids jumped, he and Zhang Fan's cultivation had been consolidated, and they could also fight in the face of the core disciples of the cultivation period, but they were also a little stunned in the face of so many people, and grabbed the sword: "You guys are really not particular!"

More than 50 people collectively rolled their eyes, a few days ago they all saw the strength of Zhang Fan and Gu Tong, and they could never win alone, only group attack.

Zhang Fan's eyes opened, like an angry lion, holding two quaint stone tablets with both hands, and fighting fiercely with everyone. Two fists are hard to beat with four hands, even if Zhang Fan is extremely talented and his combat power is monstrous, it is difficult to block the attacks of dozens of people, firmly pounce forward, and endure the power from all directions.

A short stick cut through the sky and carried the incomplete formation diagram directly to the back of Zhang Fan's head.

"What's the matter, who is going to sneak attack!" Zhang Fan was beaten and staggered forward, if it wasn't for the success of the forging body, this time he had to explain, and the angry Zhang Fan chased after the short stick.

The short stick was jet-black, with a little black light flowing, floating in the void at all, waving from time to time as a sign of provocation. Zhang Fan sneered: "Do you think it's safe in the sky?"

The incarnation of yin and yang stepped into the air seven steps, the speed was as fast as lightning, the stone tablet of both hands was combined and clapped the short stick between the palms, and the whole body was pressed so that the short stick creaked, and the light of the broken array was so bright that it could not escape this pair of iron palms at all.

With a click, the short stick broke, the formation lost its essence, and the half-destroyed magic weapon was completely destroyed.

Poof!

The three members of the crowd all spat out blood, and it was they who worked together to sacrifice the magic weapon.

The attackers all subconsciously stopped and retreated.

"Crush the ritual with your bare hands... Is this a human being?"

"It can't be that the Beast King in the mountains has turned into Zhang Fan's appearance!"

"It's possible, how can a person destroy a magic weapon. ”

"Help, the Beastmaster has come in!"

Fifty people ran away like a tide, and several other magic weapons were put away as soon as possible. Although it is mutilated, it is also a treasure that makes people's eyes hot, and I am afraid that it will be destroyed in Zhang Fan's hands.

Zhang Fan didn't tally them, he raised his fingers, and a short stick the size of a mosquito circulated on the tips of his fingers: "This is the spiritual rhyme of the magic weapon, which is equivalent to the soul of a person." can be sublimated to this point, the short stick has some origins, but it's a pity that it's broken!"