Before the words fell, outside the gate of the town Yazi, three powerful figures came slowly like dragons and tigers.

Everywhere they passed, the crowd of black oppressors automatically gave way to a road, and all the immortal cultivators looked at these three figures with a look of worship.

Very few people know Long Qingtian, but many people can know Lord Woo.

A few days ago, there were guards from the town yazi, who respectfully followed the roar, and the people swaggered through the market.

Although Lord Woo has a cold personality, he never bullies mortals, never bargains all the way, and never loses a penny.

At this time, no one spoke, but one by one quieted down, they were no longer panicked, no longer afraid.

Because they know that the backer behind Lord Zhenbao, this young and handsome boy, will definitely have a way to solve all the problems.

All the people in the small team are excited and at ease.

Even the fat man, who didn't know that he hadn't cried for decades, had a sour nose and tears in his eyes.

Everyone shouted softly: "Childe." ”

Childe rushed back in time, and what they were most touched by was not because they saw the savior.

But he was moved that Childe really had them in his heart, and Childe was not afraid of power and never gave up on them.

Even if Childe really can't save them today, they must be smiling at Jiuquan, because they saw Childe before leaving.

As soon as he walked to the door of the meeting hall, Long Qingtian felt guilty and looked painful:

"I'm coming back too late to make you suffer."

Everyone hurriedly said: "It's not too late for Childe to return, everything is fine." ”

The thin old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light flashed in his eyes: "You are Long Qingtian, the murderer of my cousin?" ”

The old man looked at Old Ghost Lin and Woo, and also saw their cultivation at a glance, and he didn't pay attention to it at all.

Long Qingtian didn't pay attention to him, but suddenly quickened his pace, and his painful face suddenly became iron-blue and cold.

Because he saw two people lying on the ground behind the small group.

Although the two of them were beaten to the point of not being human, Long Qingtian still recognized them at a sight.

Steward Qiu's father and son......

"Buzz",

Originally, it was just because of mood swings that the momentum of the superior who couldn't be controlled, but now with the cultivation of the 5-fold 8-spirit root, it is fully opened and completely released.

Suddenly, the space on the surface of his body fluctuated and distorted, gradually forming a gray-white halo.

This halo exuded an incomparably powerful aura, and it was faintly opposed to the aura of the thin old man who built the foundation and cultivated.

There was an uproar inside and outside the hall, and Long Gongzi was also in the foundation building period?

Those immortal cultivators dressed as martial artists immediately scattered in all directions.

The figures flashed in front of Steward Qiu's father and son, and Long Qingtian squatted down to check their injuries.

After a moment, his jade teeth rattled, and his eyes suddenly turned blood-red:

"Who is it? Who hurt you? ”

Steward Qiu's father and son were already in tears, crying silently:

"Childe, we're fine, it's good to see you again."

Long Qingtian knew that they were comforting themselves, and he couldn't ask why, he turned his head to look at Tong Cheng:

"Who hit the father and son of the Sanqiu housekeeper?"

Tong Cheng's chest rose and fell, and he pointed at the two nine-fold peak masters, and said angrily:

"It's those two miscellaneous pieces, if it weren't for their other plans, Steward Qiu's father and son might have been dead for a long time."

"Old ghost, the old man will be handed over to you." Long Qingtian stood up and said.

Before the words fell, the gloves X2, holding the demon bone stick X4, rushed to the door of the hall with the two ninefold peak masters.

"Those who dare to touch Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will let you understand today how the word 'regret' is written."

Long Qingtian scolded angrily, raising his stick and smashing directly at the thin and tall martial artist.

The demon bone rod was also surrounded by a gray halo, and its aura was incredibly powerful.

The tall and thin warriors and the thin old men, as well as all of them, were very strange.

Looking at the halo on the surface of Long Qingtian's body, it was clear that there was only a five-fold peak concentration quality.

But because of this unheard of and unseen "gray" color, his whole person has an invincible momentum.

The thin and tall martial artist saw that the other party was fierce and could not be carried hard, and hurriedly turned his true qi and covered his whole body.

He crossed diagonally to the right, wanting to "share worries" with the Humpty Dumpty warrior for him.

How could a short and fat martial artist be so stupid, no matter what Long Qingtian's realm was, just looking at this momentum was not something he could resist.

So he also hurriedly dodged to the right, wanting to stay away from the "battlefield" of the two.

Unexpectedly, his body did not move, but he could only hear a "whoosh", a green wolf more than half a person tall, blocking the way......

The fat martial artist fixed his eyes and looked at it, his brain teaser was sharp, the early stage realm of the eightfold?

The eightfold early combat power of the demon beast is similar to the eightfold peak of the human race, to the early stage of the ninth.

And judging by its momentum, it is also worse than Long Qingtian, and he said:

"Well, this is easy to deal with, yes, it's it, Lao Tzu is not running away, he is here to clear Long Qingtian's comrades."

So he verbally said: "Wolf cub, let's have fun!" ”

After speaking, a wide-backed knife suddenly appeared in his hand, and the return was a force to split Huashan, like a whining on the top of the head.

But he said that the thin and tall warrior who escaped a blow was so frightened that he was drenched in cold sweat, and this kid pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger.

Just that stick just now, it grazed his body and fell, and it also smashed his halo shield to pieces.

At this time, he still had the courage to fight, and hurriedly began to hide in Tibet.

Long Qingtian unfolded his body like a shadow, and his speed was even higher than him.

So in this small space, he couldn't escape at all.

And every time the opponent makes a shot, he is constantly chasing and fighting with maximum strength.

"Bang ......"

The halo shield of the thin and tall warrior was ruthlessly shattered again and again.

After seven or eight times, it begins to weaken and dim.

At the moment when the halo finally shattered, the thin and tall warrior knelt down with a thud, knocked his head and said:

"Long Gongzi spares his life. Long Gongzi spares his life! The villain was also forced, and it was all blamed on Zeng Qiang, the old horseman, who wanted to kill people and seize treasures......"

"Oh, tell me what's going on?" Long Qingtian immediately asked with interest.

"Young Master Long, you don't know something, although the realm of this old puppet is built, he is still as timid as a mouse."

"The first time I learned that Long Gongzi killed his cousin, I suspected that Long Gongzi was an old monster who took the house, maybe there was another background."

"I didn't dare to come to seek revenge, for fear of accidentally getting into trouble, and later I learned that you, Son, had earned hundreds of millions of dollars by sweeping away the evil and eliminating evil."

"He can't control his greed, and wants to come to kill people and seize treasures under the pretext of seeking revenge."

"Childe, the villain's words are true, please spare the villain's life, and the villain will be a cow and a horse for you in the future."

The thin old man was so angry that he wanted to directly kill this betrayer who was open-mouthed and had no backbone.

But when he saw the ordinary middle-aged man in front of him with a calm face and a green robe, he suddenly changed his mind.

Long Qingtian pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, and it is inevitable that the one in front of him will not.

But even if this person is in the early stage of foundation building, what can it be?

You may not be able to achieve your goal today, but the other party wants to keep you? That's just a fool's dream.

Thinking of this, he turned out to be full of momentum, and began to look "lively" with his hands behind his back.

Long Qingtian snorted softly:

"I see, but you helped the iniquity and hurt my friend, and no one can save you today."

After saying that, it was smashed down again, with a "click", and the fracture was broken.

"Click, click......" The broken body is tireless in the ear.

When Long Qingtian stopped.

The tall and thin warrior is already there, with hands, feet, limbs, front and back of the body, without half a good bone.

The whole body is like a puddle of flesh, only the head has no scars, and he looks at all the torture suffered by his body clearly.

From the moment Long Qingtian launched his first attack on him, he began to regret it, and at this moment, his intestines were even more regretful.

In the well-preserved head, the eighteenth generation of Zeng Qiang's ancestors was scolded all over again.

At this time, the thin old man secretly regretted in his heart: This time he was a little careless.

Why didn't he investigate the situation of this young man, so he took the initiative to come to the door to seek revenge?

All the immortal cultivators brought by the thin old man gathered around him and looked at the young man in front of him in fear.

All the immortal cultivators, looking at this terrible scene, were very ...... Happy.

The people who were excited and relieved, none of them would blame Long Qingtian for being ruthless, but they clapped their hands.

Some immortal cultivators began to take the lead and shouted:

"Fight the underworld, eliminate the evil, and eliminate the evil, and the dragon prince is mighty."

"The mighty ...... of the dragon prince"

"The mighty ...... of the dragon prince"

The sound is like a wave, and the wave is higher than the wave.

"Whew......" A sharp and piercing wolf howl interrupted the "passion" of the immortal cultivators.

Everyone looked for prestige, only to see Woo raise his head and raise his head, and there was a bloody figure under his front paws.

It was the short and fat warrior who wanted to pinch the soft persimmon just now, and he was also the same as the thin and tall warrior.

Except for the intact head, there is not a piece of good meat in the whole body.

Woo looked at the stunned immortal cultivators, very dissatisfied.

It took such a windy posture that no one praised it?

Just when he was about to get angry and yelled "whoa".

The immortal cultivators who reacted quickly immediately understood, and began to take the lead in shouting again:

"Brave and mighty."

Brave and mighty, the mighty ......"

Brave and mighty, the mighty ......"

Whew, then he grinned, as if he was smiling.

The immortal cultivators laughed good-naturedly.

The small group also laughed, laughing to tears......

Long Qingtian glanced at his mouth and said in his heart: This guy is really a stinky fart, Lao Tzu is the protagonist, okay?