With the cold words, 6 white-robed people appeared at the door of the post house.

These six people were wrapped in white cloth all over their bodies, and even their faces were wearing white sand, and it was impossible to tell their age. The one who spoke was the first to walk in, and he said as he walked: "What our Celestial God Sect wants to do, no one has ever been able to disobey it, and we have already opened up to your clan, as long as we provide the boys, and we have not asked your entire clan to move to the Celestial God Sect, which has given you great favors! You still don't know how to be grateful! I really don't know what to do!"

"Fart, why are you Celestial Cult pointing fingers at us, who do you think you are?"

"That is, our Zhong clan has never had any intersection with your Heavenly God Sect, so why do we have to be at your mercy?"

Twelve Shields heard the words of the white robe, and they all scolded angrily!

"Everyone. Don't be impatient, our Celestial God Sect is doing this for the safety of the entire continent. You are all creatures of the mainland, shouldn't you do a little bit for the mainland?" another white-robed man made a voice, and he could hear that it was an old man.

"What? Do you want to fool us with those illusory things?" Zhong Xiong couldn't help but speak: "Judging from what your Heavenly God Sect has been doing, which thing on the mainland that saves lives from fire and water was done by your Heavenly God Sect? On the contrary, the bloody acts of slaughtering cities and destroying countries are missing the shadow of your Heavenly God Sect? Not to mention 100 boys, even one of them cannot be handed over to you. ”

"Okay, good," the cold white-robed man said a few good words in a row, thinking that he was annoyed and embarrassed when he was said: "Toast and don't eat and drink! Don't blame us for being ruthless!"

Zhong Yong kicked away the big table in front of him, took a step forward and shouted: "Which country's fart method do you hold, the answer has already been given to you, is there anything uncomfortable? Hurry up and get out of Hongyun County, we don't want to see any Heavenly God Sect!"

"Look for death!" The cold white-robed man also shot directly angrily. I saw him kick his legs, and his whole body swept towards Zhong Yong, and a pair of palms slammed towards Zhong Yong's head, which was directly a killing move.

Zhong Yong didn't panic when he saw him make a move, he stepped down, and raised his fists to meet the palms of the white-robed man.

When the palms of the white-robed man were about to make contact with Zhong Yong's fists, a layer of white light suddenly appeared, which was a skill that could only be used by the realm of a martial artist. And Zhong Yong's current realm is the seventh level of a martial artist, although it can be said to be high on the battlefield, but in the eyes of a true master, it is not enough! The difference in level is not only the difference in strength, but also the use of true qi and martial arts.

Judging by the color level of his white light, this white-robed man should have at least a third-order martial artist, which is 6 levels more than Zhong Yong. If this is tough, it will definitely not be as good as Zhong Yong.

"No"

"Quick Retreat"

"Be careful"

The other generals of the Twelve Shields and Zhong Xiong had already seen the difference, and while reminding Zhong Yong loudly, they stepped forward to help Zhong Yong defend against the enemy.

The white-robed man also saw that Zhong Yong's strength was only the seventh level of a martial artist, and he immediately despised it in his heart, the little martial artist was so disrespectful to the Heavenly God Sect, he was really looking for death!

Thinking so in his heart, the movements in his hands did not stop at all, he had to stand up, preferably crushing the blood, so that this group of ants could understand how serious the consequences of disobeying the Celestial God Sect were. He seemed to have seen this group of ants who did not know what to do before him, bowing down, begging for mercy, and weeping.

With a "bump", the palms and fists collided, and the dust flew up.

The white-robed man confidently flew back to the position he had before the attack, and an aura of self-esteem in the world emanated. He said haughtily, "How's that? Who else wants to try?"

However, after waiting for a while, I didn't hear the imaginary sound of begging for mercy. The dust fell, and I saw that Zhong Yong was not bombarded into slag, but still stood there well, except for his legs being nailed to the ground, straight to his knees, nothing else changed, and his raised fists were still raised high...

The scene was very awkward. It's surprisingly quiet. Until the sound of Zhu Xiaoxiao swallowing saliva came into everyone's ears.