"Damn old fellow!"

He Wenchang, who felt that he had been deceived, slapped his palm on the railing of the high platform, and the railing made of white marble melted and dripped like snow.

Then he walked off the high platform without looking back, and there was no need to look at the back, the outcome was decided.

Thundered!

Just as he Wenchang turned around, there was a muffled thunder in the distance, he frowned, and then walked off the high platform without looking back.

On the high platform of the Yan family, fifty miles away from the palace, lightning struck one after another, all of them were attached to the sword body, and the heavenly thunder guided the sword!

The ground of the high platform flashed with electric light, and the surrounding snowflakes flew, and a white mist rose under the evaporation of thunder and lightning, and the electric light was channeled in along the water mist.

And then it exploded!

Bang!

The purple light is brilliant, the silver and white are brilliant, the falling sword is fierce, the momentum is domineering, the heavenly punishment is coming, and it is unstoppable!

The people watching the battle around were dumbfounded, this is the change of the heavens, this is the joint help of heaven and earth, this is the true power of this foreign boy!

Hiss!

Patrick, the wingman watching the battle, couldn't help but gasp, and the gray-clothed wingman behind him also showed a look of surprise.

Wingman Putilo's scalp was tingling, and when he hit the finger with the long knife, he knew he had been tricked again.

But there is no way not to be hit, and when there is no room for it, how can you think about whether it is a trap or not?

In the face of this blow comparable to the realm of kings, the winged man Putilo finally revealed fear, but his strength was not based on touting.

At the critical moment, he no longer hesitated, and his pores quickly swallowed the vitality of heaven and earth, and with an attitude of not being afraid of harming the body's internal organs, he incorporated all the countless yin wind and phosphorus fires released around him into his body.

The surroundings suddenly seemed clear and clear, and they were also bright.

His steps were staggered, and his figure seemed to turn into a yin wind, dodging the terrifying sword.

At the same time, the long knife in his right hand was finally retracted, and it was barely slashed out, the color was green and blue, and the yin qi was fierce, and the knife surface seemed to have cyan blood.

Bang!

The electric light skyrocketed, the gloomy atmosphere was shaken, and everyone's eyes were bright, and only the dull sound of collision could be heard.

When their eyes recovered, they only saw that the ice wings behind Lin Sen had disappeared, and the sword had been sheathed, standing on the stage with his hands in his hands, as if he had not experienced a big battle before.

And Putilo, who was more than ten meters away from Lin Sen, had a pale gold face, bloodshot from the corners of his eyes, mouth and nostrils, his hair was scattered, his chest was full of blood, his eyes were blue, and he took several steps back before he stood firm.

"Concession. Lin Sen clenched his fists and smiled slightly.

His smile was leisurely and confident, and he was even more graceful, which attracted the hearts of many women below, and some of the girls even cheered, including the group that stayed in the restaurant with Murong Ziyan.

The girl's heart always becomes very fast, and she was still angry about Mi Fu before, but now she has become Lin Sen's embrace.

Fortunately, Mi Fu doesn't know this, even if he knows, he won't care, this is also a martial arts idiot.

Patrick's face had changed, and he hurriedly said to the gray-clothed man behind him: "Hugo, go and see, Putilo is fine!"

The gray-winged man was even stronger than Putilo, and he had already seen that the human had stopped when he hit Putiro with the last blow. Coupled with the blocking of the protective formation, the damage on Putillo** is not heavy, but the psychological trauma is not known.

Putilo, who has the name of a genius and is revered everywhere he goes in the Cloud China of the Winged People, was defeated by a human grand master who was a year younger than himself, which was a blow to his self-confidence that no one could know.

However, although it was seen that Putillo's physical injuries were not serious, in order to reassure the Great Elder, Hugo, the gray-clothed winged man, still flew to the high platform.

glanced at the human youth who was standing leisurely, a light flashed in the depths of his eyes, and then he didn't dare to look any more, and helped Putilo, who was standing in a daze, to play the roof of the restaurant.

Seeing Grand Elder Patrick's gaze, Hugo said softly, "It's not a big deal, it's just that my heart has been hit." ”

Patrick then relieved himself, nodded, and thought, "That's fine, so that Putilo won't be arrogant all the time." If he can break out on his own this time, his strength will inevitably increase by a small realm. ”

Lin Sen, who was standing on the high platform, sharply captured Hugo's eyes looking at him, "This winged man's eyes are so strange, he seems to be a little afraid of me?"

Lin Sen couldn't help but raise his hand and touch the bridge of his nose, which was his habitual action when thinking.

The strength of this winged man is also in the Absolute Great Grandmaster realm, and it stands to reason that he shouldn't be afraid of me who is also showing the Absolute Great Grandmaster realm, unless... Unless he knows my true strength!

Thinking of this, Lin Sen's eyes lit up, in addition to Guo Fu and the others, if there was anyone in this world who knew his strength, it must be the Winged Great Elder Lucifer who had disappeared after being defeated by himself.

It seems that Lucifer is likely to have gone to the cloud China of the Winged Terrans, and I don't know if that Pangu Hong's consciousness is still coexisting with him.

Lin Sen turned his gaze to the roof of the restaurant where the winged people were standing, but only saw their backs leaving in a hurry.

Seeing that Hugo had brought back the glazed-eyed Putillo, and knowing that he was fine, Patrick had no face to stay here. He hurriedly gave up his hand to Hong Fulin, and the group left and went to the post house where they lived.

At this time, the Yan family's high stage was already full of voices, all of them praising and applauding.

Yan Hao was also triumphant, touching the short beard under his chin and kept saying, "Okay, very good..."

Yan Man's face was slightly red, and he couldn't help but be confused for a moment when he looked at the man standing tall on the high platform.

"It's... Is this my future husband?"

Murong Ziyan in the restaurant looked at the noisy little sisters, and for some reason she was unhappy.

It stands to reason that Sister Yan Man is her good sister, and Lin Sen saved her life, and now that the two are together, she should be happy to bless them.

But she just couldn't be happier, let alone say any blessings!

Mi Fu on the restaurant, stood in a daze for a long time, and even Hong Fulin didn't know when he left.

"The frog at the bottom of the well, I am really the frog at the bottom of the well!" he thought to himself.

To be honest, losing to Yan Man had no effect on his mind, because no matter how strong Yan Man was, he was still in the realm of a grandmaster, although he inexplicably cracked his last move, he was confident that he would catch up in his lifetime.

But this young man named Lin Sen made him desperate, a thirty-nine-year-old great grandmaster, and it seems that he is still a top grandmaster, how can he catch up, the gap is as big as an insurmountable moat!

But soon, Mi Fu's sloppy eyes condensed, his right hand tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, and a three-foot divine light shot out to look at Lin Sen, and then left without looking back.

He didn't leave the restaurant, but left the capital directly, and he wanted to continue to travel and improve his strength.

Mi Fu quickly figured it out, he practiced not for others, but for himself. From then on, he only compares himself with himself, and surpassing himself is success.