"Why, how can this be?"

At this time, Qiu Peng looked at the thunder on his arm with horror, and his body trembled wildly.

However, the thunder light that was still gathering just now, like a wilting eggplant, no longer has the power of collapsing the sky just now, but is constantly disappearing!

Seeing this, Mo Liangyi's whole body stiffened.

Every thunderbolt, under any circumstances, will not fail, and it is extremely powerful, and it is absolutely impossible to be stopped.

Unless......

He looked up at the sky, and there was even a hint of trepidation in his eyes.

"Could it be that the group of people from the Mo family are here? Or is there a big man Jiang He knows? is comparable to the grandmaster of my Mo family?!"

The more he thought about it, the more complicated his face became.

Then, the next conversation made him fall into an ice cellar.

"Qiu Peng, that broken cannon barrel of yours has become a pile of rags, useless, why don't you throw it away?"

"You, how do you know?" Qiu Peng was shocked.

"Because, I'm the one who made it impossible for you to use it. ”

Rumble!

Mo Liang was as if he had been devoured by thunder, and the hairs on his whole body stood upside down, and he stood on the spot.

There are no people from the Mo family, and no certain refining master is coming.

The person who made the thunder fail and turned into a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron was actually a river?

"Impossible. Qiu Peng shook his head.

"Since you don't believe it, let it destroy you first. ”

Jiang He's voice fell, and he slowly raised his palm and flicked his fingers.

"Boom!"

The thunderous cannon barrel, the fire shines, exuding heart-palpitating energy.

"Ahh

Qiu Peng screamed miserably, falling down from mid-air, a violent burning sensation came from his arm, and the meridians and flesh and blood seemed to be all scorched and melted!

Everyone looked at it, their faces turned pale and their faces were astonished.

Jin ignored the pang in his heart, and Mo Xian and Mo Liangyi, the two grandsons and grandsons from the Mo family, were all stunned.

Mo Liangyi felt even colder, and almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of old blood.

There is no doubt about the integrity of the thunderbolt, and it is said that the ancestor who studied the thunderbolt once set up a small mechanism when it was manufactured.

As long as you touch this mechanism, you can control the thunderstorm and call it your own weapon!

No matter who holds this powerful killing weapon, it must be called that person's weapon, so powerful that it makes people scary to the point of creeping!

"It's just that if you want to achieve this, you not only need extremely superb refining skills, be able to distinguish the structure, but also have a very powerful divine mind!"

"Could it be that all of these rivers and rivers are there!"

Mo Liang opened his mouth in a different way, and the boom seemed to be choked by something, and he couldn't say a word.

"Ahhh

Qiu Peng clutched his arms and rolled wildly on the ground, letting out terrifying screams.

When everyone looked at it, they trembled and almost trembled.

I saw this tall man, like an eight-year-old child, curled up together, his forehead full of sweat, green tendons jumping violently, and his facial features twisted together.

"Hey, it hurts!"

Quite a few people exclaimed.

Mo Liangyi's eyelids jumped, but he didn't speak.

Mo Xian is a big cherry mouth, incredible.

As for the injuries caused by the thunder, how terrifying and strong it is, others don't know, but she knows.

In the early years, she had seen a person who was thundered and injured his arm, and that person died of pain directly, and her hideous face made her not sleep well for three months.

But how did Jiang He do it?

Mo Xian was shocked and unbelievable.

Mo Liangyi was also surprised, and said: "This Qiu Peng can hold on until now, and he is not in a coma, he is a child, no matter how far he reaches their realm, these pains should weaken over time." ”

After speaking, his eyes looked at the river standing in front of him.

This white-robed young man stood quietly, with his back to everyone, but he seemed to be a god king from the fairy world, omnipotent, supernatural powers, and with his fingers, he could crush the common people.

Whether you are a strong man in the realm of life and death, or a devastating weapon of the Mo family, one finger, crush them all!

Jiang He didn't make a move, and when he did, it turned out to be terrifying!

"Jiang He's son, it's really worthy of its name!"

All the surprise in Mo Liangyi's heart turned into a sigh, and his eyes were in awe!

Jin ignored the stunned standing for a long time, like a petrified statue, unable to move, only looking forward sluggishly.

As far as the eye can see, there is only one white-clothed god!

"What a great big brother!"

Mo Xian clenched his fists, and a star flashed in his eyes.

Everyone outside, looking at the back of the river, seemed to see Guanyin Bodhisattva who helped the suffering.

It was this man who saved them!

Without him, he would have died, and he would have to let those bitches raise the "Golden Ring Sanyi" be killed, and even let the family eat it!

Later, Qiu Peng will blast them to death with thunder!

How terrifying the thunder is, you can hear it from the name, this is a terrifying existence that can be bombarded even in the sky!

But just this young man, with his own strength, shook the thunder of the sky!

One finger, let this thunder of the sky be used for his own use, let Qiu Peng fall from the void, screaming in grief, and his arm was dripping with blood, it was really like a cripple!

This young man is the God who saves them!

Suddenly.

A thin figure walked out of the crowd, looking up at Jiang He's back, and his body couldn't help trembling.

"What is he going to do?"

And when they saw it, they all knew this man, but they did not know what he was going to do.

The next moment, everyone froze.

"Poof!"

The storyteller bent his knees, knelt straight on the ground, and said: "Great kindness, the little old man is unforgettable! In the future, he will write a book for his son, and for the rest of his life, he will only talk about the legend of Jiang Shenren!"

Immediately, one by one, everyone stepped forward, and all of them knelt down for the god-like young man.

"I am willing to offer you the tablet of immortality, burn incense day and night, and never stop for the rest of your life!"

"Such a great grace will carve a statue for you!"

"May Gongzi Jiang reach the pinnacle of martial arts as soon as possible, shatter the void, and attain the position of immortals!"

......

"This, these people are all brainless?"

A nine-foot man, looking at the people kneeling on the ground, his face was cloudy and uncertain, and his heart was complicated.

"Hmph, just reluctantly kneel for him, who let him save Lao Tzu, only this once!"

In the end, the nine-foot-tall man gritted his teeth, didn't say a word, stepped forward and rubbed a few steps, passed the crowd, and knelt straight down in front of the storyteller.

Some people were shocked when they saw this scene.

This person is called Whining Xin, he likes to complain the most, he doesn't look down on anyone, he thinks he is the strongest, the world is big, he is the biggest, many martial arts Tianjiao is not convinced, and he doesn't care about others helping him.

But at this moment, this person who is not convinced by anyone and is grateful to no one actually kneels down to Jianghe!

"Great kindness, I don't have a tooth to forget!"

Grumbling screamed, lowered his head, fists clenched, and no one saw the tears in his eyes.

He still has children to raise at home, and his parents are old, so they can't live without him.

Without themselves, their children, their wives, and their parents, how can they live? But Jinhuan Sanyi wants to kill him!

Finally, Jiang He shot like a god to save him, which is a real life-saving grace and will never be forgotten!

He has been so strong in his life, even those martial arts geniuses don't admire him, as long as he is given the same time and talent, he will definitely do better than them.

is the famous super genius of the Eastern Regions, Nangong Tomorrow, he doesn't feel anything.

But at this moment, in addition to his gratitude to the river, he still has that strong admiration and admiration!

"The myth of martial arts, well deserved!"

The nine-foot man's voice trembled and cried, but his voice was unconsciously amplified.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then shouted in unison.

"The myth of martial arts, well deserved!"

At this moment, everyone was shouting.

Including Mo Xian, and then Mo Liangyi joined in, and even the arrogant Jin ignored it, and shouted together.

This instant.

The river saved everyone, led the four outside to bow and worship, shouted to the sky, and shook in all directions.

The name of martial arts mythology, whether it is martial arts Tianjiao or ordinary people, all know it, and no one is surprised!

Qiu Peng, who was constantly struggling with his arms, shouted in his mouth, completely drowned out by the sound of everyone.

Helian Jian's eyes were glazed, and he couldn't believe what he had heard and seen!

......

I don't know how long it took.

The shouting of the crowd finally stopped.

It's not because of anything else, but Qiu Peng has already stopped struggling, and stood up with a hideous face, which makes people look at it, not only does his scalp tingle.

"Jiang He, you're amazing, my heel arm is gone, can you go?"

Qiu Peng covered his arms, looked at the river with fearful eyes, and his voice was low.

"When did I say that I would let you go after scrapping your arm?"

Jiang He put his hands behind his back, his voice was indifferent, and his eyes were neither sad nor joyful.

"You!"

Qiu Peng's other hand pointed at the river, his whole body trembled, and the golden rings on his ears kept ringing.

"Jiang He, you're almost done, do you want to be an enemy of our Golden Ring Organization? Tell you, even if you are the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, you have to weigh and weigh in the face of us!"

"It's not just you, but those people behind you all have to die! You're a mere, not even a nine-rank sesame official? Your sect doesn't enter the stream in the Great Zhou, and you dare to fight with us?"

"Think about it, I'll give you plenty of time to think about it!"

Qiu Peng said this, but his heart was like hanging fifteen Datong filled with water, seven up and eight down, uneasy!

He has seen the horror of the river, and he hopes that moving to the organization should scare him, right?

Moreover, this time he didn't dare to say the time of ten breaths, as long as you can take a step back, don't kill me, and think about it for ten days!

Everyone was also slightly shocked, the Golden Ring Sanyi is famous, but it is only a small leader of the Golden Ring Organization.

If you really want to provoke the Golden Ring Organization, I'm afraid it's really going to be over.

"Wait, Jiupin Sesame Official, doesn't he know Gongzi Jiang's current official position?" one exclaimed.

"Yes, Gongzi Jiang is now the Great Zhou National Master, he is here, why haven't you heard of it?" nodded next to him.

"Maybe it's in a hurry, I don't know this, I don't know anything, and it's enough to say this kind of thing. Someone snorted.

"Great Zhou National Teacher?"

Hearing the teasing voices from everyone, Qiu Peng's face changed, and his heart was extremely frightened.

When did this person in front of him become the Great Zhou National Teacher? Why didn't he know?

"You, even if you are the Great Zhou National Master, don't attack me, otherwise you will bear the consequences!" Qiu Peng pretended to be calm.

"Ridiculous, what kind of thing are you Golden Ring Organization, they are coming, come one, I'll kill one, come over and kill one, come over and kill one!

Jiang He said lightly: "Since you came here today, don't think about leaving." ”

Qiu Peng's face changed greatly, even the Golden Ring Organization couldn't control this river, was he so bold?

Great Zhou National Teacher, damn it, when did this kid become the Great Zhou National Teacher? Why don't you know?

That guy from Zhongzhou, why didn't he fucking say it earlier?!

Qiu Peng's intestines were all remorseful, and he couldn't wait to pump more than 100 of his big mouths......