A golden magic circle, humming for a long time, suppressed down.

The tortoise shell that was originally hovering over Ning Yi's mansion was held in the palm of Ling Xun's palm, he looked up at Cao Ran who was lazily leaning on the alley, twisted his waist and lifted his hips and took a step forward, a spider web on the bottom of his feet was shattered, and stone chips rose up-

The ancient tortoise shell was shocked out of the palm of the Holy Son of Turtle Mountain.

The candle dragon from the north was still in that casual posture, stretching out a palm, and the palm of the palm flowed with golden lines, bursting with a fiery aura.

The sky is full of streamers, gathering!

The tortoiseshell rose against the storm, like a hill.

One person and one mountain, colliding together in an instant.

The sound of "bang" was heavy and piercing.

The veil of the fiery red hat was blown up in an instant, revealing a cold glint in Cao Ran's eyes.

The golden Turtle Mountain Secret Formation shrouded Cao Ran from top to bottom, locking his whole body qi and blood.

The hill smashed, smashing his feet off the ground, sliding backwards, and his back was "forced" to crash into the dense figures in the alley.

Smoke and dust splashed.

The white hemp cultivators who rushed up from the turtle mountain flew upside down in the fierce light and fire, and were hit by Cao Ran, as if they were hit by a heavy hammer carrying the power of ten thousand thunderbolts, their bodies were shattered, and the skin in the linen robe actually made a cracking porcelain sound like a carapace shattering, spurting blood one after another, and flying up the alley like a broken kite.

The palm rubbed against the tortoise shell, bursting out bursts of glow, Cao Ran, who was constantly bearing the weight of the "tortoise shell" with his flesh, did not pour out a trace of cultivation, purely with his own body to shake the most proud method of the turtle mountain, the arm stretched out, the palm pressed forward, the whole person was chiseled by the impact force, the body almost showed a supine posture, parallel to the ground of the alley, and the glow of the palm was doped with starlight.

Streamer bursts.

Standing in front of the mansion, the Turtle Mountain Immortal Spirit Body took a deep breath, his face was solemn, his hands were sealed, and the starlight all over his body was continuously poured into the tortoise shell.

The formation let out a long roar and came to suppress it.

Cao Ran, who had been pushed backwards by the hill, leaned forward without warning and stood still suddenly.

A punch was thrown, and he was not afraid, and collided with the golden formation.

Lingxun, who was sealed in the distance, had his pupils constricted.

"Boom-"

The majestic blazing fire wind exploded in the small alley, and some of the white hemp cultivators of Guizhao Mountain were still in the air, about to fall, and against the breath of the fire wind, the Shenxia turned upside down and flew out one after another.

This scene is slow and absurd.

The machine will be exhausted in one breath.

Time is back to normal.

The corners of the young man's lips turned upwards as he stood still, and the veil of his hat was blown by the strong wind and slowly fell, covering his face and breath again.

He walked out of the black smoke, playing with a pitch-black tortoise shell in his palm, and the blazing wind swirled around the tortoise shell in his palm, giving birth to a miserable white smoke.

His fingers rubbed the round tortoiseshell case, and he didn't seem to be very interested, but after playing with it carefully, he let out a soft "Huh",

Cao Ran's gaze was pierced by an ancient veil, and he smiled slowly: "I once met the old turtle who had cultivated for thousands of years in the mountains and forests in the north, those cultivators of the demon clan, who had practiced for thousands of years, just wanted to get a chance to transform into a human body, so that I could start over as a human body." That old turtle was put in the Great Sui, which can be regarded as a long time, but when it is thrown to the bottom of the upside-down seabed, it is just commonplace. Before I met Mr. Yuan Chun, I tried to knock on its shell, and found that with my strength, I couldn't help this old turtle, the thousand-year-old king and eighty-thousand-year-old turtle, that thing was like a small mountain, the wind and the sun, and the thunder could not move. ”

Ling Xun narrowed his eyes, not knowing what the man in front of him wanted to express.

"I left the Great Sui and went to the north to go to the north and then to the north, just to prove to the world that I, Cao Ran, am the first person of the young generation who deserves it. His tone was flat, the hand that kneaded the tortoise shell, the strength of the palm was no longer gentle, but slowly forced, and said: "Those of Qiang Mountain and Luojia Mountain will be defeated by me." ”

Ling Xun's pupils contracted, and he actually heard a "click" breaking sound.

This is a treasure given to him by the master, not a high rank, but within the ten realms, there is absolutely no power that can damage it in the slightest...... Not to mention sabotage!

The most powerful method of Gui Ling Mountain is physique and defense.

"I surrounded the big turtle in the north, and I kept punching and kicking for a day and a night. Cao Ran's tone became blank, the breath around him seemed to change, the air was hot and twisted by the blazing fire, and the whole person's robe was swaying under the blowing of the heat wave, like a shadow that could overflow at any time.

"Later, I found out that the old turtle that looked like it was dead was really dead, and a sword pierced through the tortoise shell and shattered the soul. I walked all over the mountain and found dozens of old turtle bodies, tortoise shells still there, and all of them were gone. Cao Ran's tone carried a hint of implicit anger, and said, "Mr. Yuan Chun told me that someone has already come to that old turtle forest...... The madwoman of Luojia Mountain rushed in front of me, and once came to kill the gods with sword energy, and wiped out all the demons here. ”

So my actions became meaningless. ”

"Lao Yuanlin was preempted by her, and now this mansion is preempted by you again, tell me...... Should I be angry, should I be angry?" Cao Ran's fiery red veil, with the sound of his heavy breathing, ignited wisps of blue-red flames, and flew out, like a fiery red dragon with a flying spirit, breathing and breathing, flying out for a moment, then dissipated and annihilated, leaving no trace.

Cao Ran raised his arm and slowly released his clenched palm.

The piece of tortoise shell turned into a cloud of powder, which was blown away by the wind and turned into ashes.

In front of Ling Xun's eyes, the tall figure suddenly disappeared, and there was a sound of breaking the air in his ears, but in the blink of an eye, Cao Ran had already come to him.

The blow was powerful and sank without any fancy knee impact, smashing into the abdomen of the Turtle Mountain Immortal Spirit, Ling Xun folded his palms with both hands to block this blow, but his palms made a crisp cracking sound of "click".

Ling Xun, who was sweating profusely and raised his head with difficulty, let out a long sigh of hoarseness, angrily fighting the bull, shaking his shoulders slightly, and his back was surging like a vast ocean, condensing a pair of azure starlight armor.

Cao Ran's eyes were indifferent.

He was still the same unfazed appearance, he didn't use the slightest starlight of the Ten Realms, he just used his own qi, blood and physique to suppress the other party, and repeated the exact same action as before.

Second knee.

This time, he "slightly" increased his strength, and let Ling Xun continue to fold his palms, and he continued to smash his knee on the palms of the opponent's "good time" hands.

With a "bang", this knee hit smashed the Holy Son of the Eastern Turtle Mountain and was forced to bend down, his face turned pale, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The armor covering Ling Xun's body was like snow accumulated on a thousand-year-old tree, and it was shattered by a blow, like a peacock opening its screen, and its feathers splashed everywhere.

Cao Ran pressed one hand on the back of Ling Xun's head, and pressed down with a palm, pressing down the entire head fiercely.

The ground was sunken, and the bluestone slabs of an entire alley made an extremely penetrating popping sound.

The head of the intelligence department who was squatting on the eaves, hearing this loud sound, his face changed, out of the good relationship with many holy mountains in the eastern realm, he couldn't bear to look at this battle that had been won or lost, so as not to destroy the image of the immortal spirit body of Guiling Mountain in his heart, but out of his own curiosity, he wanted to see how much gap there was between Ling Xun who came out of Changling and the top three of the younger generation in the Great Sui world.

So he held his breath and stared.

He originally thought that this battle would require at least ten rounds of fighting between the two sides.

Unexpectedly, Cao Ran only took twenty breaths in total, along with speaking, and then shooting.

The speech in it occupies fifteen breaths.

Or even a little more.

The real shot, it was extremely simple, two knee strikes, one palm, not long ago, the Holy Son of the Eastern Turtle Mountain, who was only famous in the sky, was already lying on the ground, his eyes were dilated, and his breathing was weak.

Stretching out his hand and pulling his hair, Cao Ran squatted on the ground, looking at the angry Turtle Mountain Holy Son with interest.

The viscous blood oozed from the forehead of Lingxun, gathered, and fell to the ground bit by bit.

The brilliance in Ling Xun's pupils has gradually dissipated, the pain in his body is nothing, and the color in his eyes is confusion and struggle.

The voice of the man overhead came.

"I didn't bully you, you have a few realms, I am a few realms...... Of course, I didn't use Starlight. Cao Ran paused and said lightly: "You don't have to be discouraged, and you don't have to be sad. Even if you fellow cultivators of the entire Eastern Sacred Mountain go up together, as long as that freak from the Immortal Residence doesn't come, I don't need to use Starlight and Secret Techniques. ”

He stretched out a hand, rubbed his eyebrows, and said with a slight smile: "Putting aside the quenching body, my Great Dao artistic conception has been six heavens, and I am invincible in the Ten Realms in the true sense...... Actually, I really want to fight with Luo Changsheng, who has completed the Ten Realms, to see which one is stronger and which is weaker. ”

Ling Xun's face was pale, and although his expression was painful, he had the meaning of enlightenment.

It's no wonder that before leaving the mountain, the master told him that when he met Cao Ran and Ye Hongfu, he must take a detour and not face off.

It turned out that he and they ...... It's so much worse.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. Killing you will get me in big trouble. Cao Ran lowered the hat with one hand, let go of the hand that was holding Ling Xun's head, stood up slowly, and muttered: "Even if Mr. Yuan Chun is willing to settle the Gui Ling Mountain for me, I don't want to owe this favor...... I came here just to fulfill those two long-cherished wishes. ”

"You're just lying here and waiting for me to visit the mansion. Cao Ran smiled and stretched out a finger to point to the mansion.

"Ling Xun, I assure you, if the owner of that Sword Merchant Mansion is nothing more than a cultivator with no name, then his fate will be very bleak. ”

The Holy Son of the Turtle Mountain, who was lying on the ground, snorted in his throat and raised his head, his vision was blurred.

Vaguely, the man in the red robe had already arrived at the door of the mansion.

Cao Ran knocked on the door.