Ziyan Sanren slapped with one hand, and the pony ran quickly and rushed towards the door. Everywhere the ping-pong passed, there were people on their backs, and some of the fierce flame sergeants were trampled by the pony, and they were broken bones and tendons and lay on the ground wailing.

Seeing that he was about to rush out of the door, a flash of knife light flashed through the door and slashed at the pony's chest, forcing the pony back with a bang.

Zi Yansan was shocked, his pony was a defensive magic weapon that could be driven by spirit stones after spending a lot of effort to refine, and it had reached the top magic weapon level.

Most of the martial artists in the Four Directions Continent will go to great lengths to get a magic weapon for themselves after they are promoted to cultivators, and the spiritual power contained by different levels of magic weapons is also different.

Magic weapons are very important to cultivators, and under the urging of spiritual power, magic weapons can play a huge role, maximizing the strength of cultivators.

Above the magic weapon is the aura, and the cultivators who can urge the spiritual weapon need to be distracted at least from the realm. And being able to have a top-level spiritual weapon is something that cultivators dream of, and as for immortal weapons and even artifacts, ordinary cultivators can't even think of it.

It was precisely because of his confidence in this little pony that Zi Yansan was surprised, not to mention the early stage cultivators, even the late stage cultivators might not be able to shake the pony even if they hit it with all their might.

At this moment, twenty people broke into the courtyard one after another, and all the weapons in the hands of these people were glowing with a glowing treasure, which was the unique light of magic weapons.

Zi Yansan's pupils shrank, and his heart was so big, in order to catch a country lord who could not control the Ten Thousand Realms, so many cultivators actually came.

More than 20 people hula into the hospital, blocking Ziyan and the other four people. At this time, Lin Yi's personal guards had been wiped out, leaving a mutilated corpse on the ground in the courtyard.

"Ziyan Sanren?" another person among the cultivators recognized Li Ziyan's identity and asked in surprise.

Ziyan Sanren sat on the horse and waved his big sleeves to disperse the anger around his body, "Yo, there are still people who know the old man!"

"Sanren, the younger generation and the elders in the family have participated in an exchange meeting, and they have seen Sanren from afar. "There was a man in the group of cultivators, burly and carrying a large knife on his shoulder.

"Ziyan Sanren!"

"He's Ziyan Sanren, doesn't he mean that he's already in the realm of merger, why was he knocked back by us!" began to talk in the crowd. Not frightened but a little derogatory, as if he knew he was here.

The senses of the cultivators of the Distraction Realm were so sensitive that the voices of the people in the crowd were heard word for word. Although this situation is a bit abnormal, he can't afford to think about it at this time.

Ziyan Sanren's old face turned red, and when he rushed out of the door, he didn't feel that anyone outside could stop him, so he didn't completely exude his momentum.

At this time, seeing that he had been surrounded by many cultivators in the courtyard, Ziyan Sanren also felt that his face was dull, and the momentum around his body spread.

The unique aura that belonged to the high-level cultivators came out of the body, forming an invisible sense of oppression in the courtyard, and attached to everyone present like gelatin.

"The old man wants to leave, how can you keep it?" In order to save face, Ziyan used all her strength to continuously improve her momentum.

The whole body is full of vigor, the arms are green and tendons, and the short hair stands on end. At his feet, he stood tall on top of a horse's head, like a giant ape.

The cultivators in the academy were all desperately running the exercises, urging the true qi in their bodies to circulate rapidly, in order to resist the pressure brought by the Ziyan Sanren.

"Damn, such a cow!" is also depressing, according to the three words, this is a world of cultivation, but the thunderstorm has been here for so long, and it is only now that I have seen what a cultivator fights for.

In fact, it's no wonder that Thunderstorm has little knowledge, for the Sifang Continent, the place he came to is too small to be small.

Meeting a cultivator is as rare as seeing a foreigner in a remote town in a previous life, and the next time I see it, I'm as excited as a child entering a zoo.

"This is the battle between cultivators?" Lu Ji's opinion was completely different from that of Thunderstorm, and he didn't look at it!

The pressure on the cultivators' bodies they couldn't feel was because the pressure released by the Ziyan Sanren flexibly avoided a few of them, otherwise, with their current cultivation level, it was estimated that they would be able to lie on the ground between two breaths.

The two of them watched as the nearest cultivators struggled to support their bodies with weapons, and their faces turned from red to purple. When the two of them were stunned, many early cultivators had exhausted the spiritual power in their bodies, poofed, and fell to the ground in a continuous state of physical exhaustion.

"Sanren is so majestic!" Just when Ziyan Sanren was full of smugness and felt that he had saved face, a break appeared out of thin air, and before he could finish speaking, a person whose whole body was covered by a dark red wide cloak appeared above the gate.

Seeing that the man's long sleeves waved, the cultivators suddenly felt a light pressure on their bodies, and one by one they lay on the ground sweating profusely, panting heavily.

Zi Yansanren's eyes narrowed and looked at the person who came, and he secretly complained in his heart, he was a distracted mid-stage cultivator. "So you are so mysterious, your whole body is covered in a cloak, don't you dare to show your true face?"

Although Ziyan Sanren's cultivation level is in the late stage of distraction, he is a refiner, and he usually focuses on refining weapons and formations. Although he is only in the middle stage of distraction, his combat effectiveness will definitely not be worse than him, or even surpass.

Ziyan Sanren was slightly distracted, and some scorching cultivators jumped up on Fu Qiang. Now, more than half of the cultivators in the Burning Flame Country this time have arrived, and there must be sixty or seventy people.

"Sanren, please put down this Lin Yi, he is the person our general is going to take!" said the cultivator in the cloak.

"What if I don't let it go!" Ziyan Sanren is also a distraction realm cultivator, and the strong have the arrogance of the strong. If it is all according to what others do, then how can it be in all directions in the future!

"Those who know the times are Junjie, others estimate your identity as a refiner, and there is no shortage of blacksmiths like you in my Zhongtian Temple!" The man's tone was gloomy, and he reported himself to his home in one sentence.

"The team leader turned out to be back from the Zhongtian Temple!"

"We also have cultivators in the Flame Kingdom who have entered the Middle Heaven Temple?"

"Zhongtian Palace, so handsome!"

A noisy discussion erupted in the scorching flame cultivator team, and they didn't expect that the team leader had actually returned from the Middle Heaven Temple. What is the concept of the Middle Heaven Temple, it can be said that it is the place where the elites of the entire Four Directions Continent are most concentrated, and it must be a distraction realm at the very least!

"Zhongtian Palace?Lieyan Country?" Ziyan Sanren quickly thought about the relevant information in his mind, trying to recall who had been selected by the Zhongtian Temple in this Burning Flame Country.

"Guanyan?" Ziyan Sanren, a cultivator from the Burning Flame Country, also knew some, and quickly found the answer by using the elimination method. Because it is not easy to enter the Zhongtian Temple, it is even more difficult to come out.

Under normal circumstances, the Middle Heaven Temple does not allow people who are too high or too low to travel on the mainland, and those who can get out are either with little qualifications or sent out by the palace to do things.

"Hehe, Sanren has a good memory, and he actually remembers that the old man was in the Zhongtian Palace! How many years, there are not many people in the Lieyan Kingdom who know the old man!" Guan Yan reached out and picked up the cloak on his head, revealing a face covered in flame patterns.

"Don't you know that the Heavenly Hall does not allow the cultivators in the hall to participate in the disputes in the world?" Ziyan Sanren asked, pointing at Guan Yan.

"The old man in the palace doesn't know the rules, but if you don't say it, where will anyone know!

"Don't talk nonsense, if you let go of Lin Yi, the old man can let you go. If you don't let it go, hehe, then don't blame the old man's ruthlessness!" Guan Yan said, and a little bit of his feet floated down from the top of the door. The top of the door was so high that it didn't make a sound when it fell.

In fact, Lin Yise's life and death were not important to Ziyan Sanren, but he was also a cultivator of the Distraction Realm, and his realm was even stronger than Guan Yan's by a small realm. If he puts Lin Yi down at this time and leaves on his own, where will his face be put in the future.

Guan Yan didn't say much when he stood still, and slapped his palm in the air. A little spark slapped out of his palm, and the spark formed a huge burning palm in the wind.

In the blink of an eye, the palm of his hand came to Ziyan Sanren and slapped it with one palm, Zi Yansanren stomped under his feet, and his hands drew a semicircle in front of him, forming an invisible shield around his body to block his body.

With a bang, the fire palm slapped on the shield and burst like fireworks, and the sparks shot extremely quickly in all directions, and the surrounding cultivators picked up their weapons to resist.

Wow, a few cultivators who were still shallow in cultivation couldn't resist it for a while, and they howled in pain from the sparks that were stained on their bodies.

Ziyan Sanren was shocked and took a step back, and his qi was scattered, and he waved his hands continuously to slap the remaining sparks at the cultivators who were closer, causing another commotion!

Shouldn't the battle of masters of their level be carried out in a place where the crowd is concentrated, so that more cultivators will suffer.

Those who were not injured looked sideways, and those who were injured wailed. The city lord's mansion was in chaos, and there were many cultivators who, like Thunderstorm, had never seen a master duel.

"Good means!" Zi Yansan shouted, a two-handed sledgehammer appeared in his hand with his right hand, and his left hand continued to swing behind his back to tell Lei Jingyu and the others to stay away quickly.

His hammer is slightly different from the one given to Lu Ji, one end is hexagonal and the other is round and flat, but it is a bit like the thunder hammer in mythology.

Zi Yan Sanren took a step back with the hammer in both hands, and swung it hard, and a hammer flashed on the head of the hammer, and the tip of the phantom went straight to Guanyan.

"It's a good time!" Guan Yan didn't do much, after all, he was inferior to Ziyan Sanren in a small realm, and once he started, he had to go all out.

Rub your hands together and rub them hard, and when you separate them again, there are already more than another round shield formed by the flames in front of you, and from a distance, the shield surface is as smooth as a mirror, and you don't know what kind of exercises.

In the blink of an eye, the tip of the hammer hit the round shield, and with a soft pop, the tip of the edge was only nailed into the round shield for a few minutes, and then there was no more progress.

The two didn't compete either, and quickly separated under one blow. At the end of the turn, both sides made a tentative attack without a winner.