"The rules can't be broken, please advise."

The middle-aged man originally planned to let his subordinates send her away, but now he can only fight on his own.

Yao Yiyu saw him waving his hand to signal the others to retreat to the back, and walked up by himself, secretly screaming in his heart, and planning to use the coercion of the wooden card to directly scare them away, and obediently let her enter the village, who knew that they still had such broken rules, knowing that they would not be able to fight?

With a pair of mid-stage masters of the Yuanshen, the force he just pretended to be about to be slapped in the face!

"What's going on?"

"Don't panic, the deity is here!"

Mupai raised his hand righteously, he had to come to this battle, and he wanted to make these people in Longcun completely surrender to Yao Yiyu.

"The gold spiritual power and the wood spiritual power are used together to condense the two-color golden bell jar."

Yao Yiyu didn't ask the reason, obeyed the command, pinched the trick and recited the mantra, and the giant golden bell jar with golden and green brilliance mixed with each other shrouded her.

Dual-line spiritual power?!

The middle-aged man's eyes were full of incredulity, his mouth was slightly open, and there were no more than twenty dual-line spiritual cultivators in the entire Huaguo cultivation world! No wonder she has such a cultivation at a young age, in a few years......

"Let's make a gentleman's agreement, within three moves, you can break my golden bell jar, even if I lose, if not, you let me in and find someone, how about it?"

Is this to not destroy the Dragon Village? The middle-aged man beautified Yao Yiyu's proposal, a battle at the level of a primordial god, and if you don't pay attention to control, it is easy to cause devastating damage to the things around you.

Thinking about it like this, he looked at Yao Yiyu's gaze a lot softer, and he basically believed that she and Long Po were old acquaintances, otherwise how could he take care of their village.

Of course, Yao Yiyu didn't think like this, she just did it according to the instructions of the wooden sign......

"Okay, then I'll get started." The middle-aged man had a calm face, "My name is Long Fei." ”

"Yao Yiyu, Uncle Fei doesn't mind calling me Xiaoyu."

Yao Yiyu said with a smile, it can be seen that Long Fei is not a bad-hearted person, he knows that he can't beat and still abides by the rules set by his ancestors, and he is loyal and not afraid of death.

This is undoubtedly a competition of spiritual power, no need for fancy spells, Long Fei's first move directly turned into a fist to attack the golden bell jar, the earth spiritual power is a faint brown yellow, but the earth spiritual power in the middle of the Yuan Shen is dark brown.

The huge fist was like a small mountain, and with one move with this level of coercion, Yao Yiyu choked with a mouthful of blood in her throat, in essence, she was a scum in front of Long Fei.

Enduring the blood in her throat, Yao Yiyu maintained a calm face, put her palms against the golden bell jar, and continuously infused the spiritual power in her body to it, she didn't know what the wooden card was going to do, if she was allowed to face Long Fei alone, she would die.

The dark brown fist slammed into the golden bell jar, and the blood in Yao Yiyu's throat almost couldn't help but squirt out, and at the same time, she had to resist Long Fei's coercion, the surface was light and light, but in fact, the capillaries were on the verge of exploding!

If you don't make a move, I'm going to be violent!

Yao Yiyu, who gritted her teeth and desperately urged the wooden card with her eyes silently, and this ancestor finally raised her little hand a second before she was about to be unable to resist.

A lightning-like white light shot out from the wooden card's hand, hitting Long Fei's fist, and the giant fist like a small mountain shattered instantly, and dots of brown starlight scattered around......

The force of the shattering giant fist even caused the surrounding air to fluctuate, forming a brief wind wave that swept everyone's clothes away.

！！！！

I didn't see her do anything, why did she smash Uncle Fei's giant fist?! The young people who retreated to the safe range were all so shocked that they couldn't speak, and they could only look at Yao Yiyu in amazement, like looking at a monster.

Long Fei's shock was no less than theirs, not only his spell was broken, but he was also counterattacked, at this time, her body was constantly tumbling, she was definitely more than the Yuan Shen Period!

Even if she is at the peak of the primordial god, it is impossible to resolve his move so easily, and only the collapse of the rank can achieve this point......

Condensation in your twenties?!

Yao Yiyu, who was shocked and evil, had a wooden face, as if he was waiting for Long Fei to continue to make moves, but in fact, ......

"Can't you have done it sooner? I almost spurted blood, and I'm going to have a yarn by then?! ”

"Calm and calm, don't miss every opportunity to fight against the strong, your magical talent is destined to be a baby who wants to be beaten and durable."

The old god of the wooden card was in the face of Yao Yiyu's rage.

Dare to love this or deliberately? Just to let her get beaten up and stimulate her combat effectiveness?! Yao Yiyu almost forgot his terrible strange skill......

"Xiao Yu, pick me up for the second move!"

Long Fei rested for a while, calming down the tumbling qi and blood, and this time he took out his magic weapon, a fifty-centimeter-long silver staff.

It looks the same material as the bell's silver dragon staff, but it obviously doesn't have the domineering spirit of the silver dragon staff.

"Long Xiang, come out!"

Black gas came out of the tip of the silver staff, and a fierce yin wind rolled around it, and a ghost creature with a blue face soon appeared in the black air, this ghost creature was dressed in ancient service, its long hair was scattered, and its ghost eyes were red.

It's actually a thousand-year-old ghost king......

Equivalent to a master of the Yuan Shen Stage in the human world, Yao Yiyu felt bitter in his heart, the leadership of this Dragon Village is not ordinarily strong!

Long Xiang received the instructions of his master, and the ghost body turned into a black sword and flew towards the golden bell jar, which was as fast as lightning. This time, there was no need for Yao Yiyu to carry it first, the wooden card was directly moved, and the white spiritual power emanated from his hand, adding a protective layer to the golden bell jar in front, and Long Xiang immediately let out a painful wail as soon as he touched it, and the ghost body rebounded back quickly like an electric shock.

As the master, Long Fei was even more attacked this time, and finally spurted out a mouthful of blood, holding his heart and staggering back several steps.

"Come back!"

He was all badly injured, and Long Xiang's injuries would only get worse, so Long Fei hurriedly sent Long Xiang away and let him go back to his own space to repair.

What is that white light? Long Fei had blood marks on the corner of his mouth, staring at the light on the golden bell jar in amazement, he was a Yin cultivator, Long Xiang was his natal ghost king, an ancient ghost that had existed for nearly a thousand years, although the level was only a ghost king, but it had been nourished by their sect's unique secret techniques for hundreds of years, and his strength was by no means comparable to that of ordinary ghost kings, which could not stop the power of the white light!

After Yin Xiu contracted the natal ghost thing, he also had some characteristics of the ghost thing, and the white light made Long Fei feel the deepest fear in his heart......

This white light is the natural nemesis of ghosts, and all the tricks of their dragon village are not good under the white light......

This realization made Long Fei have a sense of fear for Yao Yiyu, this little girl's spell can restrain their Yin cultivation, even if the Yin cultivation is higher than hers, it is difficult to use her skills in her hands!

"Uncle Fei, do you want to continue?"

The other party has been injured, Yao Yiyu asked sympathetically, Long Fei's eyes darkened, and he continued to fart! The natal ghost king has been injured, what other trick can he have!

"Uncle Fei, you can't admit defeat, the gate of Dragon Village is handed over to us to guard, and we must not let this kind of unknown person enter!"

It was the young man who grabbed the words again, Yao Yiyu squinted at him, sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, and knew that it was not a good thing by looking at his face.

"Your turn to speak?"