It's fast, it's not far.

This time, Zhang Qingzhi almost took a breath in front of Yang Yifan.

Raise your right hand.

The radiant aura was magnificent, and the terrifying aura of destruction erupted in an instant, sweeping towards Yang Yifan like a storm, the void shook, and a circle of ripples like water waves spread out in all directions.

There was no hand left at all.

Everyone knows that Yang Yifan can't stop him no matter how he defy the sky.

But everyone also knew that Zhang Qingzhi didn't dare to kill Yang Yifan, and he was injured at most.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Before the offensive arrived, the strong wind came first, blowing the robe on Yang Yifan's body and making a continuous hunting sound, and the black hair on his head also fluttered.

It's moving!

At this moment, everyone saw that Yang Yifan moved, and his right hand was raised.

What is a supernatural power?

Or is it some kind of powerful secret art?

Even some golden-robed elders were guessing in their hearts, but the difference in strength was there, and no matter how powerful the magic power or secret technique was, it would be impossible to make up for it.

"Does it work? Little brute, you can get caught. ”

In the midst of the cheers, Zhang Qingzhi's right hand slapped in front of Yang Yifan with a violent aura that destroyed everything.

But between the lightning and flint, his eyes widened, and an uncontrollable look of horror emerged, and the crazy spiritual power was directly retracted by him in an instant.

The sharp pain of the backlash came from the body, so that his body couldn't help it for a while, a touch of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth, and the whole person kept stepping back, and the look on his face was like seeing a ghost.

What's going on?

The warriors at the foot of the mountain were all dumbfounded, they only saw Yang Yifan raise his right hand, and then Zhang Qingzhi stepped back, and even was injured, blood kept gushing out from the corners of his mouth, and his face was full of horror.

What's even more terrifying is that in the next moment, the faces of the Great Elder and those people quickly showed a look of horror and disbelief, and all of them stared at Yang Yifan's right hand, no one spoke, and no one moved in the slightest.

The whole scene suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and only the sound of the Nine Yin Wind whistling and flying was coming.

Pedaling.

Many people changed their directions, and only then did they see clearly.

It's a token!

That's right, Yang Yifan is holding a small and delicate token in his right hand at this moment, and the three words of Star Picking Sect can be vaguely seen on it.

"It's the Ancestor Token. ”

Qi Luoyang's voice suddenly became excited, and his eyes were also staring at the token in Yang Yifan's hand, and he seemed to be a little incredulous, "It's exactly the same as the record, and that breath is right, it's the star-picking order that disappeared with the ancestor back then." ”

What the?

Grandmaster's token?

The martial artists at the foot of the mountain were like lightning strikes, and their eyes were almost dull looking at the star-picking order in Yang Yifan's hand.

How could the Star Picking Sect Patriarch not know about it?

Back then, it was definitely the existence of sweeping the Eastern Wilderness.

It was the most glorious period of the Star Picking Sect, and under the order of a word, no one in the entire Eastern Wilderness dared not disobey, and other sects could only survive under the power of the Star Picking Sect, paying tribute every year.

However, the patriarch suddenly disappeared overnight, and since then no news has come from again, many people say that he went to Zhongzhou, and some people say that he has broken the void.

And now, the ancestor token appeared in Yang Yifan's hands, how could this not shock them?

"How is that possible?"

Even the Great Elder shouted in his heart, Rao is his cultivation is profound, and he has experienced I don't know how many winds and waves, but now he still can't react, a pair of old eyes stared at Yang Yifan, and his fists couldn't help but clench.

"Could it be a fake ... ”

Before the fake words could be spoken, the face of a golden-robed elder beside the Great Elder changed, and a fierce killing force suddenly erupted, followed by an endless storm of spiritual power.

With a bang, his whole person was directly blown out by Qi Luoyang's palm, his entire chest was sunken, and he smashed to the ground with a bang, and immediately a piece of dust flew away, lying there like a dead dog.

"The Star Picking Order also dares to question it, depriving the Golden Robe Elder of his identity. ”

What the?

The guy's body shook, and his face immediately turned gray.

But Qi Luoyang didn't pay much attention to it at all, and his cold gaze swept over the Great Elder and the others, "Seeing the Star Picking Order is like seeing the ancestor, why don't you salute?"

Salute?

The Great Elder's fist was crushed at once, although it was a salute to the token, but the token was in Yang Yifan's hand, wouldn't this be equivalent to bending down to Yang Yifan, the little beast they hated the most?

Also, why didn't you take it out before?

This is clearly to lure them all over and humiliate them.

Thinking that they had just talked about the past in various ways, and they were going to be killed on the spot, and they wanted to be immortal, he was also aggrieved in his heart, and now it seems that their actions at that time were as ridiculous as monkey plays, with the ancestor token, who dares to touch Yang Yifan?

Looking at Yang Yifan, the Great Elder's teeth were about to be crushed, he had always been scheming, but he didn't expect it to be planted in the hands of Yang Yifan, a milky guy who hadn't dried up.

But who would dare not worship?

He could only grit his teeth suddenly, take a few steps forward, and bow down.

Damn, shit.

Zhang Qingzhi kept scolding in his heart, and he wanted to vomit blood with grievances, but he had no choice but to bow and salute.

"Meet the Patriarch. ”

The martial artists of the Star Picking Sect at the foot of the mountain also hurriedly followed suit.

At this moment, no one stood in front of Yang Yifan, and they all bowed.

Until now, everyone still has a dream-like feeling, last moment Yang Yifan was shouted and killed by the Great Elder and others, even the sect leader Qi Luoyang couldn't do anything, but who seemed to be just a blink of an eye, the situation completely changed.

No wonder there is no fear.

used to think that Yang Yifan was a brainless guy, but now many people know that the brainless ones are themselves, think about it, it seems that every time Yang Yifan kills people in the Star Picking Sect, it is a reason.

Swish.

Yang Yifan's gaze fell on Zhang Qingzhi.

Oh yes.

Zhang Qingzhi couldn't help but curse in his heart, clenched his fists tightly, and constantly comforted himself in his heart, even if there was the ancestor's star-picking order, Yang Yifan didn't dare to do whatever he wanted.

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