"Huh?"

Wang Yi was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes narrowed: "What did you say?"

Gu Yue Old Ancestor's waist was all the way, with his hands behind his back, facing the void, and he rolled his eyes: "There are more than ten disciples outside the wing, all of whom are passed down by themselves. Poplar... No, Wang Yi, do you dare to compete with them?

This momentum is sultry, it's old, and it has an oblique tone.

Ma's!

Wang couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted angrily: "Why don't you dare?"

"Good!"

Gu Yue Ancestor was overjoyed, but his old face was calm, he turned around, pushed the door and walked out.

"I want to see how powerful this guy's junior is..."

Wang folded his sleeves and took a step...

"Wang Lang..."

Suddenly, Zhao Yizhuyu's hand tightened, and he grabbed the other party.

Although the other party was his 'niece', Wang Yi couldn't help but be shaken by this affectionate title, turned his head sideways and asked, "What?"

Zhao Yizhu's face flushed, and he bowed his head, not daring to look directly at the other party. She said softly, "Outside are all monks from the 'Transformation Stage'..."

"Transformation Period?"

Wang Mouren frowned, he really didn't know about Hong Ling's cultivation system.

Zhao Yizhu plucked up a little courage, and raised his pretty face: "This kind of realm is equivalent to the Central Plains... Yuan Baby..."

"What?"

Wang Yi was stunned.

Yuan Ying? Really?

Gu Yue's fight on the street, can't she set herself up?

How did he know that Hong Ling's aura was much stronger than that of the Central Plains, and the Dongling Sect was a nine-grade sect, so it naturally had a deep heritage.

Zhao Yizhu stared at the other party, pursed his lips, and said, "Wang Lang, or... Forget it, you're still short on your cultivation days, and you're not their opponent yet. ”

She grew up in the imperial palace and was nurtured by the rules, although she was reluctant at first, she quickly corrected her position and became a caring heavenly servant.

"Hehe..."

Wang Yi smiled and clenched the other party's jade hand: "Yizhu, look at how 'uncle' cleans up the little guys..."

"Uncle?"

Zhao Yizhu was stunned, a little unclear.

Wang Yi pulled Yiren and walked out of the wing.

At the same time.

Gu Yue Ancestor had already explained everything.

Sect Master Dongling stood aside, his face full of shock.

God, the reward offered by Uncle Shi is too much...

Is he crazy?

And the more than ten disciples looked more and more excited.

The ancestor said it clearly: if he wins the battle against that Wang Yi, he can not only get ten 'Ascension Pills', but also enter the 'Dongling Secret Realm' for 100 days and comprehend the supreme truth.

This is a great creation for them.

Therefore, when the two of them walked out of the wing, these disciples, both men and women, had green eyes shining in their eyes...

"Huh?"

One of the handsome young men was very extraordinary, and after seeing everything clearly, he instantly calmed down, and his sword eyebrows furrowed directly.

Although he had never seen the statue of the Emperor of Heaven, he could see a corner.

The two who walked out, the men's clothes and hair accessories were particularly strange, but this was not the point. The striking thing is that the other party's pupils are much larger than ordinary people, and the aura on his body is very mysterious, which makes him uneasy.

And that girl, her pupils are the same, and her forehead is covered with nine stripes, which is subtle, not only is it not ugly, but it adds a three-point evil beauty...

This is not easy for men and women.

"Wang Yi, right..."

At this moment, a disciple couldn't help it, stepped forward half a step, and said loudly: "Under Li Hurricane..."

"Senior Brother Li..."

The handsome young man took an arrow step, blocked in front of the other party, and said in a low voice: "Wait a minute..."

"Senior Brother Musheng..."

Li Jifeng frowned, a little unhappy: "Do you want to rob me?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Seeing that his kindness was treated as a donkey's liver, Mu Sheng was not only shocked and angry, but also turned around and walked away.

"Hey..."

Li Jifeng grinned and looked at Wang Yi again: "Do you dare to fight with me?"

Wang Mouren glanced at him, ignored it, and looked at Gu Yue: "Just fight here?"

The old man stroked his beard, calmed down, and smiled silently.

This kind of silent provocation is always overbearing.

Grass!

Wang's heart was called a rubbing fire, and he let go of his big hand.

"Wang Lang..."

Zhao Yizhu was really a little worried in his heart, and said in a low voice: "This guy is cultivating in the Triple Heaven of Transforming Gods, and his spiritual power is much higher than yours..."

"It's okay, look at my uncle..."

Wang Yi patted the back of the other party's hand to comfort him, then turned around and took a step forward: "You want to fight me?"

Li Jifeng's face turned pale, and he said proudly: "Of course!"

"Good, good..."

Wang nodded again and again, his eyes suddenly rolled, he raised his arm, and beckoned to the other party: "You come..."

"Huh?"

Li Jifeng was stunned for a moment, frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

The corners of Wang's mouth grinned, revealing a row of neat teeth: "What are you afraid of?

He really looks like a weird uncle.

Li Jifeng's brows furrowed even deeper, and he immediately swayed and immediately swayed, ready to make a move.

After Wang Mou saw it, he looked sideways at Gu Yue: "Your disciples are all so timid?"

"What are you kidding?"

Gu Yue Ancestor suddenly didn't like to listen to it, looked at Li Jifeng, and waved his withered hand violently: "There is no spiritual power fluctuation on his body, the past will pass, don't slack off..."

After hearing this, Li Jifeng nodded, and walked over with his legs open, but his spirit remained highly concentrated.

After all, he is a personal disciple, experienced in a hundred battles, and knows the truth of being careful to sail a ship of ten thousand years.

Wang Yi watched the other party approach, his face was indifferent.

When Li Fengfeng came to the other party's two meters away, he stopped.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Wang Yi smiled, "How old are you?"

Li Jifeng felt very strange in his heart, but he didn't think much about it, and said: "I entered the sect at the age of four and practiced for eighteen years..."

"That's 22, that's good..."

Wang Yi nodded again and said with a smile: "Do you know my relationship with your ancestor?"

Li Jifeng raised his eyebrows: "What nonsense?

"Good, good..."

Wang Yi hurriedly raised his hand, and pressed it in the void: "The young man is quite anxious, just fight, but..."

As he spoke, his face turned to the left, his right ear to the other, and he smiled, "Look here first..."

Li Jifeng was stunned again, and his neck stretched forward.

Wang Yi felt very 'relieved' when he saw that the other party was so 'up-to-the-road', and said with a smile: "Did you see anything?"

Li Jifeng stared at him for a long time, but he didn't see why, knowing that he had been tricked, he shouted angrily: "Wang Yi, what kind of reputation are you doing?"

Wang Yichao squeezed his eyes at Zhao Yizhu in a daze, and his posture remained the same: "Young man, I only need to shout a word, and you will lose..."

"What?"

Not only Li Fengfeng, but everyone was stunned after hearing it.

"Hahaha..."

Li Jifeng couldn't help but look up to the sky and laughed: "Then I want to see it..."

"Okay, that's what you said, huh..."

Wang Mou smiled strangely, and then took a deep breath.

"Big !!"

Suddenly, a loud cheer erupted.

'Snort...'

In an instant, a black mang burst out from Wang Yi's right ear hole~ and smashed Li Jifeng's chin.

'Bang...'

"Ah???h

The muffled howl came out, but I saw Li Fengfeng's body rushing straight up, turning in a circle and flying to the end of the vast expanse.

Wang Yi's neck was thrown downward.

'Boom...'

The Black Blade slammed into the rock below, causing the entire mountain to shake.

(End of chapter)