"Look, isn't that the guy Zhang Feng and Wang Xinrong from the first peak?"

"They're on to the tenth peak. ”

"Have you forgotten the last time you were blown away?"

Many people saw Zhang Qingzhi and Wang Xinrong, and immediately whispered.

The grudge between Yang Yifan and the first peak is no secret in the Star Picking Sect.

Moreover, Zhang Qingzhi and Xiao Zhen broke into the tenth peak before, but they were directly rolled in the air by Yang Yifan with the Nine Heavenly Wind, which many people have seen with their own eyes, and now Zhang Qingzhi will come to the tenth peak again, which is obviously not a good thing.

"It should be to take over the tenth peak, according to the previous rules, the Holy Son has the qualifications to ask for a cave alone, and most of them chose the tenth peak. ”

"Isn't it for Yang Yifan?"

"The sect has rules, Yang Yifan is not the peak master of the tenth peak, and Wang Xinrong is now the holy son, has Yang Yifan fought for it?"

"It's a pity, Yang Yifan doesn't know where to go, if he can defeat the genius of Zhongzhou, he should be the Holy Son. ”

"Shhh, be quiet, don't be heard by the people of the first peak, otherwise there will be trouble, now they are powerful, and they can't afford to provoke them." ”

Many people are shaking their heads and sighing.

When he stepped on the tenth peak, Zhang Qingzhi's face immediately showed a look of regret, but it was a pity that Yang Yifan was not there, otherwise he would be even happier in his heart, he really wanted to see Yang Yifan deflated.

"You ... ”

As soon as Zhang Qingzhi and Wang Xinrong went up the mountain, Elder Dan's boy saw it, and his face immediately changed.

"Fuck off. ”

Wang Xinrong waved his hand, and spiritual power poured out.

With a snap, the boy was immediately fanned out by the invisible spiritual power fluctuations, his right face was red and swollen, and he hit the ground, he struggled several times and didn't get up, his strength was too weak to bear it at all.

"From today onwards, this is the place of the Son. ”

Wang Xinrong snorted.

"Aren't you afraid that Yang Yifan will come back to settle accounts with you?"

Elder Dan, who heard the movement, also walked out, his face was ugly.

As soon as he heard Yang Yifan's three words, Wang Xinrong's face also changed slightly, and he was suddenly a little scared in his heart, for the people of their first peak, Yang Yifan was like a mad dog, once provoked, he would bite whoever he caught, and he wouldn't care about anything else.

"What if he comes back?"

Zhang Qingzhi walked over with his hands on his back, "If you dare to make a move against the Holy Son, it will be a great rebellion, and you will be expelled from the sect at the least, or you will be killed on the spot, hmph." ”

Yes, I'm a son now, and I'm afraid that guy won't make it?

The trace of fear in Wang Xinrong's heart immediately dissipated, and his cold gaze swept over Elder Dan, "Old fellow, you dare to threaten and intimidate this Holy Son, you are not small." ”

After speaking, as soon as he raised his right hand, the violent spiritual power immediately swept out like a storm.

How could Elder Dan be able to withstand his blow?

Before the spiritual storm reached his body, the rich aura of death made him breathless, and the whole person kept stepping back, and his body hit the cave wall behind him at once.

Bang!

A big explosion sounded, and the sky was filled with smoke and dust, and Elder Dan fell directly in a pool of blood, and his body was covered with terrifying wounds.

"Master. ”

The boy struggled and stumbled over.

"Tsk, it's really a master-apprentice relationship. ”

Wang Xinrong shook his head, raised his feet, and spiritual power gushed out, and the boy was like a ball, and he was directly kicked out of the air.

"It's too bullying. ”

"Yes, no matter how arrogant Yang Yifan is, he hasn't humiliated a boy like this. ”

"It's clear that the villain has the ambition. ”

The martial artists of the Star Picking Sect at the foot of the mountain were a little unbearable.

"There's still something on the top of the mountain. ”

Zhang Qingzhi snorted coldly, and then his feet were a little bit, and the whole person instantly broke through the roaring Nine Yin Yin Wind to the top of the mountain, and when he saw the flames chasing the wind, he sneered, "It's a good horse, and it's still hiding here to transform." ”

With a bang, the spiritual power swept out, and the flame chasing wind was directly enveloped, and then it was thrown down the mountainside by Zhang Qingzhi with a shout.

Boom!

The sound of crashing was heard.

The ground was directly smashed out of a big pit, the flame chasing wind was already scarred, and now it is even more injured, the breath has been weakened to the extreme, if it suffers a little more damage, I am afraid that all its previous efforts will be completely in vain, and it will die on the spot.

"A dead horse, phew. ”

Wang Xinrong snorted, "That kid is still a treasure, hum." ”

To humiliate even a dying horse?

Many martial artists can't stand it anymore, they dare to guarantee that if Yang Yifan is here, Wang Xinrong will never dare to do this, this is not arrogance, but a complete villain.

"Give you ten breaths of time. ”

Wang Xinrong also put his hands behind his back, staring directly at the boy and Elder Dan, "If you don't get down, then don't blame it... ”

Suddenly, he couldn't talk anymore because he felt a murderous momentum.

It's too intense!

It even made the hairs on his body stand up all at once.

Swish.

He turned his head sharply and looked in the direction of the back mountain.

Not only him, but also the Star Picking Sect martial artists at the foot of the mountain also turned their heads to look over there at this time, and many people's faces changed, and their eyes were full of fear, because the killing intent was too strong, so that they all smelled death.

Pedaling.

Footsteps rang out.

It was very slight, but like the sound of war drums, the hearts of everyone present were beating faster, making the smell of death even stronger.

It's Yang Yifan!

Holding the Blood Shadow Spear in his right hand, he was striding over, the bloody killing machine was too strong, and even the spiritual power of heaven and earth around him was constantly surging and sweeping, forming a whirlwind one by one.

No one spoke, just stared at Yang Yifan who came over.

One person out, the audience is quiet!

The entire Star Picking Sect has such power as Yang Yifan.

Is it in the middle of the Divine Soul Realm?

With a click, Zhang Qingzhi's fist clenched, and his face suddenly became gloomy, and he disappeared for a few months for no reason, and he didn't even participate in the Holy Son Trial, he thought that Yang Yifan was seriously injured outside or trapped somewhere.

Wang Xinrong's heart also trembled violently, his whole body tensed, and he felt an extreme danger, and even his right hand couldn't help but raise it, and he grabbed the long sword he was carrying with one hand.

"What are you afraid of, you are now the Holy Son of the Star Picking Sect. ”

Zhang Qingzhi snorted coldly, and was even more annoyed in his heart, Wang Xinrong subconsciously grabbed the sword, which fully showed the fear of Yang Yifan in his heart.

That's right!

Wang Xinrong relaxed all of a sudden, he is now a noble person, and those gold-robed elders have to let him, just one Yang Yifan, what is he afraid of?

In the eyes of the audience, Yang Yifan came to the halfway up the mountain.

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