Pavilion Master?

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

The master of the God of Wealth Pavilion, the mysterious person who holds the order to respect the word really came to the theater in person?

Following his gaze, the woman wearing the plum blossom mask appeared in front of him like an ice sculpture, and a slight chill spread.

Zhuang Jiang, who was as glamorous as a peach and plum, was already eye-catching enough, but when she stood with the woman, everyone ignored her, and only the cold figure was left in their eyes, and then even the figure turned into a vast and misty cold air, only the exquisite plum blossom mask became clearer and clearer.

Is this woman the God of Wealth Pavilion Master Tianyang Xuanyin?

Lu Hong looked at the woman carefully, and listened to Gai Wenquan say that they were originally brother and sister, one was the body of the yang pole and the other was the body of the Xuanyin. The two can unite yin and yang, achieve internal and external dirt, clear and flawless martial arts, and have no opponents in the world, but this woman only has yin energy, not even the slightest trace of masculinity......

"Stop",

Suddenly, hearing Yanxiake shouting, he actually slashed at Shao Zhengye with his backhand.

The four envoys also woke up like a dream, if only Zhuang Jiang and the high-level "nameless" people standing behind them would be fine, they would not fight to the death with Shao Zhengye, but at this time, the pavilion master came in person, if he just let Shao Zhengye go over, it would really be a capital crime.

In fact, no one in the crowd except Zhuang Jiang had seen Tianyang Xuanyin with their own eyes, but the accumulated power of many years was like a huge shadow over everyone's heads.

The people in the God of Wealth Pavilion only need to obey when they see the Zunzi Order, and they only need to offer everything they have, and nothing else.

"Peng",

Yanxiake's hands were folded, and he slapped his palm on Shao Zhengye's body protection aura, and the violent aura reverberate, but his body protection aura only brushed the Dao Dao spirit wave, and his palm strength dissipated.

"Huh?",

Yanxiake frowned, and as soon as his mind moved, he sacrificed his scimitar.

It is shaped like a scimitar like a half-moon, and the luster of the blade is like moonlight. This scimitar, like Duan Feiyang's red hydrangea, is a natal magic weapon that he practiced with his own life essence sacrifice, it is incomparably sharp, and when the sword light blooms, it is comparable to a divine weapon.

The sword light flashed, and when it slashed through the air, all the blades disappeared into the body protection aura that reverberated in front of Shao Zhengye's body. Such a sharp blow finally barely shook that layer of aura, but Shao Zhengye only popped out a finger in the air, pointing to the wind and hitting the body of the scimitar.

With a sound of "dang", the scimitar broke in response, first breaking into two, and then shattering in the flying whirl.

"Hmm... Poof...",

Yanxiake's heart was shocked, and immediately a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and most of the aura in his body actually dissipated, and his heart was shocked violently, and he almost fainted.

The scimitar was his natal spirit treasure, and his ability spirit treasure was destroyed, and his life element was also severely damaged.

Shao Zhengye glanced at him, his figure was staggered, and he had done enough from his side with his hands behind his back.

"Burn the battalion, drink",

Not daring to let him get close, the wine made the wine beetle drink a large sip of wine, his abdomen swelled slightly, and the spiritual flow swelled up, showing the trend of accumulating his mouth and rising the river, and then he opened his mouth and spat out a huge tongue of fire and spewed out.

The red flames, the scorching fire spirit, were several times more vigorous than the flame flow that had just slashed the red lang, and when it was swallowed, it was wrapped into a fire dragon in the air.

When this technique first appeared in the Refining Weapon Sect, it almost burned the lotus pond carefully cultivated by Wu Yu into a white ground, and at this time, it was even more powerful again.

However, the effect is not even half of the original one.

The fire dragon split three feet outside Shao Zhengye's body, as if it had been split in half by the air and diverted to both sides.

A hint of clarity flashed in the drunken eyes of the wine beetle, a flash of surprise, and a hint of fear.

When Shao Zhengye was still in the God of Wealth Pavilion, it was rumored that his magical powers were only below the pavilion master and the magician, and even among the high-level unknowns, there were very few who could fight with him, and some people even called the three of them the "Three Giants".

As early as that time, all kinds of rumors about Shao Zhengye spread in the God of Wealth Pavilion, the treatment of listening to the tune and not listening to the announcement, the tragedy of the Su family twenty years ago, the mysterious life experience, and the inextricable connection between Feng Demon and Zhuang Jiang...... , For the wine beetle, Shao Zhengye is a living legend in the demon road, and at this time, he turned against him and became an enemy of this person, how could he not be afraid in his heart?

Yet, in spite of his fear, in spite of his astonishment, he could not flinch at this time. He turned around to bring back the flow of fire, gathered the blazing flames that had not yet dispersed in the palm of his right hand, held the huge wine jug in his left hand and poured a few large mouthfuls into his mouth, and the alcohol entered his body, fueling the fire spirit, and the blazing flames around him suddenly increased by seven points.

The liquor entered his throat, he roared, suddenly threw up the flask and stood on tiptoe, and when he was in the air, he backhanded, and a huge palm print slashed down from the air.

There are cyan handprints the size of half a zhang, and as soon as they appear, they are swallowing mountains and rivers.

Immediately, there was a long whistle in the sky, and the wine beetle came out with both hands, as fast as a shadow, as fierce as thunder, and one after another palm prints were shot out from above, pressed down, and drunk punches were beaten out in one go, swallowing thousands of miles.

The wind and moon of the jade Jiaonu among colleagues were sacrificed, turning into a crimson flying into the air, enlarged to more than seven feet between the light swirls, and there were petals falling down, and the fragrance of flowers, fragrance, and crimson were intertwined in one place, confusing people's minds.

With a wave of his sleeves, the envoy punched out a string of copper coins with a hidden weapon, and the copper coins rose in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, they were pressed down like a golden giant wheel. He still felt that it was not enough, and sacrificed another ingot, and the ingots were enlarged inch by inch, and they were enlarged like a golden broken mountain in the flow of brilliance.

"Bang Bang Bang",

The cyan palm qi was pressed down one palm after another, Shao Zhengye raised his head, and the spirit flow of his silver eyes exploded, and all the drunken fists of the wine beetle were annihilated, and not even a trace could be revealed. The copper coins and ingots that were pressed down by the head were immediately lifted high into the air, and the brilliance was dissipated, reduced to inches, and lost their power.

"Click",

Under the wave of the Broken Eye, the crimson color of the sky above dispersed, and a crack appeared on the mirror surface of the Wind and Moon Watch.

Yu Jiaonu's delicate cheeks immediately changed, and she took back Fengyuejian with horror, and when she looked at Shao Zhengye again, she felt that the eight people on her side were as ridiculous as grasshoppers shaking trees.

Zhuo Qingfeng's sword also stopped the edge behind Shao Zhengye's back.

He had already taken advantage of the opportunity of the three envoys' attack to sneak behind Shao Zhengye, and the poisonous sword was less than three inches away from his back, and it seemed that he could stab into it, but the assassin's instinct made him stop moving.

The feeling of extreme danger bit him like a poisonous snake, and he didn't dare to make the slightest move.

The closer you get to him, the more you can perceive his horror, as far as Zhuo Qingfeng is concerned, Shao Zhengye is like this, at this time he only feels that he is not facing a person, but a demon that he cannot surpass in his life.

His throat moved, and he took a step back reluctantly.

"You have picked up a life",

Shao Zhengye didn't look back, but the gloomy aura in his right hand quietly dispersed.