"I don't think your mother taught you how to dress, maybe she's a monkey. There was a rare hint of anger in Yinchen's voice, and Fang Tianhang's mention of his parents reminded him of his hometown that he would never return to, Evil Luohai City. He could clearly feel the anger that flickered in his heart.

He slowly stretched out a delicate finger, a little light on his fingertips lit up and disappeared, and the dark green wind around him, as if stirred by some strange invisible force, swirled and slowly disappeared, it was light magic dispel technique.

The strange phenomenon that happened on Yinchen's body made Fang Tianhang's laughter freeze, and the crowd of onlookers also froze, because no one could explain how a person with no cultivation could deal with these Gangfeng. The various divine weapons and secret treasures circulating among the monks all require corresponding cultivation to be used, and those who have no cultivation can not deal with a bare-handed Peiyuan monk with a holy weapon.

No one could explain the changes in Silver Dust's body, especially those who had disappeared from Gangfeng. Fang Tianhang's face became ugly, two flushes appeared on his cheeks, he took a step back cautiously and irritatedly, and asked in a cold voice, "What is this?"

"You just say you dare not do it. Silver Dust gently dusted off the non-existent dust on his body, and he himself knew that he was under the protection of the invisible shield wall at this time, and it was really hellish to be able to get dust.

"Of course I dare. This seat is a person from the Divine Sword Sect, so he is not as timid as a mouse like the Demon Pavilion. Fang Tianhang replied arrogantly, and at the same time he saw an angry look in Zhang Mengmeng's eyes.

"If you dare, let's go. Yinchen walked forward without hesitation: "I'll tell you the truth." I've recently needed a couple of people to help me measure my strength. ”

"Hmph, pretend to be a ghost! I want to see what strength you little kid can have!" Fang Tianhang said in a cold voice, deliberately opening a large distance from Yinchen and ascending to the top of the mountain from the other side of the mountain road.

"Isn't your strength already very clear?When you fight Jia Yuanyuan?" Zhang Mengmeng asked in a low voice after Yinchen.

"I'm sorry, sister, I've been a little bit improved recently, and I have to modify my combat skills a little, so ...... Actually, I'm a good boy and rarely cause trouble. Silver Dust said innocently.

"It's up to you, but be careful not to get hurt. Zhang Mengmeng still didn't feel at ease and asked. At this time, the crowd of onlookers hurriedly dispersed and spread the news of Fang Tianhang's duel with a "mysterious master of the Demon Pavilion".

Who would have thought that the first battle of this so-called entrance ranking battle would actually be fought between the Demon Pavilion, which did not need to be ranked, and the Divine Sword Gate.

"Yinchen, remember not to kill! If you can't stand it, you can shout to admit defeat, it will have no effect on us anyway!" Zhang Mengmeng deliberately leaned in Yinchen's ear in front of Liang Yunguang and said, the intimate action made Liang Yunguang's face green.

Yinchen nodded and walked into the demarcated battle circle. "God forbid, a large circle with a diameter of fifteen zhang. Yinchen sighed in a heartfelt whisper.

Fang Tianhang snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and walked into the battle circle in a big way, that action was particularly joyful in Yinchen's opinion, like singing.

With a hula, the battle circle was full of people, and the temporary disciples of the Demon Power Pavilion occupied more than half of the positions, and they were also curious about whether the "Little Yama King", who looked like a wasted person without any cultivation on weekdays, could defeat the prestigious "First Person of the Divine Sword Sect"?

Zhang Mengmeng desperately wanted to squeeze in, but she was a girl and only had the strength of the Great Perfection of the Peiyuan Period, so it was impossible to squeeze so many people, but she was squeezed outside, so angry that she stomped her feet, she really planned to go crazy, but she felt that someone gently pulled her, and when she looked back, she almost screamed, it was actually Wan Jianxin!

The No. 2 person in the Divine Sword Sect actually gave up a position for himself as a rookie in the Peiyuan period.

"Thank you!" Zhang Mengmeng whispered thanks like a mosquito, and stood in that position with a pretty face.

"Don't thank me, you are his close person, and naturally you deserve a position. Wan Jianxin said lightly, his gaze was as cold as his voice, and he seemed to be indifferent to everything.

"Then you are Fang Tianhang's close person?" Zhang Mengmeng was obviously a little speechless, after all, any girl was a little involuntarily excited in front of such a "fashionable" handsome guy.

"You have to make others think so. Wan Jianxin's answer was very strange, but Zhang Mengmeng was stunned for a moment and then didn't continue to ask.

"Demon, report your name. Fang Tianhang said domineeringly, his tone was not like a hero's angry rebuke of the demon, but more like a high-ranking official's contempt for the grass people.

"My name is Silver Dust, and I'm in the Demon Pavilion. Yinchen said naturally, his words made Zhang Mengmeng's heart suddenly tighten, but the next words made her want to rub Yinchen's little face angrily: "I haven't been here for a long time, it's only three or five hundred years......"

There was a burst of snickering around them. Everyone thought what the little guy said was so funny.

"Hmph, the demons are all the same sharp-toothed and sharp-mouthed, this seat is ......" Fang Tianhang deliberately dragged his official tone and said, he originally wanted to put his identity as a "county official" to scare and scare this little hairy boy, but he couldn't even finish his words.

"Okay, okay, I know you're a killer Matt, I'm not in the mood to distinguish between every killer Matt!" Yinchen waved his hand roughly, interrupting Fang Tianhang's words. Then he hooked his finger at Fang Tianhang and said, "Let's start, there are still so many people waiting." ”

"Boy, you dare to rush into this seat!" Fang Tianhang's face turned red directly, he was so angry, from birth to now, except for those big officials and grandfathers who were bent on currying favor with him, it was the first time he had been despised like this! He couldn't bear it, he couldn't bear the contempt of a boy who seemed to have no cultivation, was an evil demon, and was only eleven-year-old! He wouldn't understand that at this time, he was really despised by a third-level demon master, and was despised by another civilization in another time and space.

Although Fang Tianhang was furious, he still slowly pulled out his sword, which was a bronze sword with a golden body, not an iron sword that was taken for granted. Wan Jianxin prefers Jintong utensils, and the sword should also be made of copper, Fang Tianhang is unwilling to lose to him, so he also uses a copper sword. Compared to the iron sword, the bronze sword is too heavy, so it is not easy to evoke.

Yinchen didn't show his weapon, but danced his sleeves according to the standard understanding of the Demon Pavilion, signaling them to make it the kung fu inside the sleeve, that is, the secret weapon kung fu. With this hand, he saw that the people around him nodded, at least in appearance.

Fang Tianhang slowly pulled out his sword, and with a slight mention of his vitality, wisps of wind swirled around him, blowing his peacock-like colorful outfit fluttering, as if he was using an old spirit flag, it didn't seem to have much fairy energy, but there was a strange feeling of hideousness and viciousness. Above the bronze sword, dark green electric light crackled and flickered.

Suddenly there was a wave of coercion in the air, which was a scattered wind that diffused into the air, with a huge mechanical thrust. The power of Gangfeng, no matter how the shape changes, that violent and rigid momentum is the most basic and main force.

Silver Dust didn't move, there was no change in him, only an invisible, cruel, and terrifying momentum suddenly erupted, like a huge mountain falling from the sky. The air around him became like colorless mercury, heavy and abnormal, suffocating, and the wind emitted by Fang Tianhang could not even get close to the silver dust within three feet.

"Heh!" Fang Tianhang snorted, and the sword in his hand finally turned into a killing move of the Divine Sword Sect and handed it out.

Compared to his dress, his style seems a little too pure.

The blue-green Gangfeng, at this moment, completely receded all lightning-related mentality, and turned into a green sword qi, with the scorching and concussive power unique to the tear system true yuan, it wrapped Fang Tianhang in its entirety, and with his sword as the apex, it transformed into a huge sword qi as high as one zhang, rushing straight towards the silver dust. Fang Tianhang's sword qi was pure green, green that rolled like the waves of flowing clouds, fierce, scorching, with a panic like heavenly punishment, and the grass silver dust rushed in. His sword momentum is also the same as his sword qi, dignified and upright, with few changes in yin and evil, as soon as the sword is handed out, the power of the [thunder] between heaven and earth is drunk with the edge of the sword, and it rumbles over.