Yang Mucheng looked up.

But I saw that the person who came was a burly man, two and a half meters away, like a little giant. He was covered in armor made of pure gold, like a golden god of war, and he was very terrifying. It was some of the body refining warriors in this market town, standing in front of him, they all looked like they had become children.

Now.

He stood there, like an eagle looking down, looking at Yang Mucheng. The long knife in his right hand was only three feet away from Yang Mucheng, but it was secretly pointing at Yang Mucheng's eyebrows.

"Who is he, and how is he dressed like this?"

"If he doesn't speak, I'll treat him like a stone statue, and with this armor, won't he be tired?"

"Shhhh

Someone whispered.

"From the dragon melt!"

As soon as this name came out, the originally lively market town suddenly quieted down at this moment.

No one knows where this god-like man came from. When people saw him, he wore a pair of pure gold armor, and he was the king of a cottage in Hao Tianzhou. It is said that his armor made of pure gold was not used for protection, but to suppress a certain kind of exercise he cultivated.

But.

He rarely comes out of the cottage, how did he come to the market town this time?

Moreover, listening to the tone of his previous speech, it didn't seem like he was here to exchange things, but like he was here to find fault.

The crowd looked ahead.

But see.

Yang Mucheng slowly raised his head, looked at the pure gold sword pointing at his eyebrows, and said lightly:

"Pure gold sword, Xuan-rank mid-grade blade. A piece of pure gold, the size of an ear of wheat, weighs ten pounds. Your pure gold knife, one meter five long, about three fingers wide, and after being forged and smelted, it is at least about 30,000 catties, and ordinary people can't use it, so it's a good knife!"

Whew-

As soon as Yang Mucheng's words came out, everyone realized that Conglong Rong was actually wearing pure gold armor. This set of armor is afraid that it will be as heavy as a mountain, but this man wears it on the mountain, and all the way, it is like walking on the ground, without the slightest sound.

For a while, everyone looked at Cong Longrong's gaze, and suddenly became a little more afraid.

"I'm afraid it's not good!"

Someone whispered.

Sure enough, Cong Long Rong smiled faintly and said, "Old Demon Yang, I don't know if you died under this knife, do you think it's worth it?"

"Are you, I'm afraid you don't deserve to take my life!"

Yang Mucheng smiled faintly.

"And what about me?"

At this time, there was a sound in the crowd, but I saw that it was a black-robed man who spoke. The man 'snorted', took off his black robe, and showed his true face. I saw that he was a bald man of normal size, with strange magic tattoos painted on the top of his head, like flames covering half of his face, all the way down his neck and into his chest.

His whole body seemed extremely cold, but within ten steps it was like a furnace, and the scorching mouth was dry and retreated.

"Why is he here too?"

"Hellfire Venerable, abandon Yanhong!"

Some people's pupils constricted and hurriedly retreated. This is a strong man who is full of Yuanying, and he is also an existence that occupies the mountain as the king, although his cottage is just a small force that does not enter the stream, but basically no one dares to step on it without a long eye.

It's all because of the existence of this abandoned Yanhong!

"It's not enough!"

Yang Mucheng shook his head.

"What if you add me?"

As soon as the words fell.

There was a terrible sound of shaking in the distance, and the crowd dispersed like a tide, revealing each other's figures. I saw that the man was riding a saber-toothed tiger more than three meters high, also with a bald head, looking half-monk and half-layman.

"Tiger King Venerable!"

Another strong man with a perfect infant appeared.

Are these three people all coming for Yang Mucheng?

"Is this enough?"

Holding the Pure Gold Knife from Long Rong's right hand, he asked with a smile on his face, as if everything was confident.

"It's still a little short! Since it's already here, let's all come out!" Yang Mucheng said lightly.

"What a big breath, you actually said that it was almost enough, counting me, do you think it is enough to buy your little life?"

Another burst of voices rang out.

But I saw a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties with a bald head who separated from the crowd and walked over. This middle-aged man has a red face, looks young, but his eyes are extremely old, and as soon as he appears, it will cause a sensation.

"Li Shaotian, why is he here too?"

"Four Yuanying Perfection powerhouses, who is he to deal with such a kid?"

At this time, the crowd around them almost groaned.

Notice.

Yang Mucheng only has the middle stage of the Yuan Infant, and he actually attracted four Yuan Infant Perfection powerhouses.

"Who said four, and Lao Tzu!"

At this time, a man with a gloomy face, who had been unknown all along, and who had been mixed in the crowd without being noticed by everyone, sneered, straightened up violently, and stepped forward a few steps. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his depressed aura skyrocketed wildly, and he was a strong man with a perfect infancy.

"Zhou Hanshui!"

"He's coming, too!"

These five Yuanying consummation powerhouses are not only overlords, but also extraordinary strength. Killing people and slaughtering the city has been done. Usually, they are all based on one side, who would have thought that they would actually gather now, and they can't help but be shocked.

For a time, Yang Mucheng was directly surrounded by the five Yuanying Perfection powerhouses.

"Anything else?"

Yang Mucheng raised his eyebrows and continued.

"Haha, of course!"

Long Rong laughed loudly and said, "Come out!"

At this moment, the outer disciples of the Heavenly Demon Shura Temple who were hidden in the crowd all appeared. However, these people do not have the cultivation of the Yuanying Consummation Realm as before, but have reached the peak of Yuanying and the late stage of Yuanying.

More or less, there are more than 100 people.

"Hiss~"

Seeing this scene, everyone only felt that their scalps were numb.

With so many people and so many terrifying existences, if they were counted together, they would be comparable to a top-notch seventh-tier sect.

"Lin Yeshi, I already knew that you weren't dead!" Yang Mucheng closed his gaze, and when he saw the thin and short little old man among the crowd, he immediately laughed. "I've been waiting here for you to show up!"

"Uncle Shi, I don't know if you have a master of the sect on the list?"

Lin Yeshi asked with a smile.

"No!" Yang Mucheng shook his head very simply.

"Uncle Shi, I don't know if you have broken through your cultivation recently?" Lin Yeshi asked again.

"No!" Yang Mucheng still shook his head and said.

"Uncle Shi, this time you came to the market town, are you two and one demon?" Lin Yeshi continued to ask.

"Yes!" This time, Yang Mucheng finally nodded.

At the same time, Lin Yeshi also closed his eyes, and Sen Han's eyes hung on Yang Mucheng's body like hooks, and his voice became cold at this moment. He sneered:

"Old Demon Yang, you have no protection from the masters of the sect, and your cultivation has not broken through to the level of rebellion, and there are only the two of you and one demon in the market town this time, what confidence do you have?"

Yang Mucheng's eyelids raised slightly, and he grinned:

"I have the confidence to kill you!"

(End of chapter)