Xiao Zuizhu saw the situation, but he didn't think so, and raised the long flute to smash the attack lightly like Yan Lan. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Unexpectedly, the moment the long flute touched the Heavenly Dao Thunder Word, Xiao Drunken Bamboo's expression changed drastically, and he took a sharp breath, sacrificing a cold force, and silently blasted into the Heavenly Dao Thunder Word along the long flute.

"Boom ......"

There was a thunderous roar, the word Heavenly Dao Thunder shattered, and Xiao Zuizhu took half a step back.

Xiao Zuizhu hurriedly covered the cuffs, released a spiritual power to repair the cuff fragments, and then flicked his sleeves in a dashing manner, and said lightly: "The power of a child, but that's it." I advise you not to meddle in this matter, be obedient and obedient, perhaps, I can let you live a few more days. ”

In Xiao Zuizhu's heart, he was slightly surprised: "This son is such a weird attack, that thunder seal, it seems that the power is not very big, but it contains a rule of thunder, and even has a will to control the thunder." This son can't be kept, and the matter of Pinghe Valley is over, I will hang this son's name on the black tooth list, and promise a good price, and there will be a master who will do everything to kill this son. ”

The Black Tooth List is the hunting list of the Black Pavilion, and anyone who is on the list will mobilize all the forces that can be mobilized to hunt it down.

At this moment, the mist on the old fog's face moved slightly, the flower drunk butterfly smiled faintly, and the jade dragon and Fan Chengfeng both raised their brows slightly, with a hint of surprise.

Xiao Drunken Bamboo is one of the two famous elders of the Black Trip Pavilion, a drunken soul flute, and it is a strong person who can kill the Eryan Distraction Period. Unexpectedly, the crimson sound blade was easily shattered by Yan Lan, and Yan Lan's casual blow made Xiao Zuizhu take half a step back and his cuffs shattered.

The figures at the level of Dharma protector and guardian can't see these details, but they, the old palace ministers, can be aware of it.

Yan Lan knew that Xiao Zuizhu was pretending to be relaxed, and said: "My blow is cold and warm. The matter of the three pillars is not negotiable, and the fog is old. The three pillars, change directions!"

The old fog was furious, and reprimanded in a hoarse voice: "Ignorant child, if you don't believe it again, the old man will make you hate it." Guys, let's do it!"

Yan Lan stepped on a step. shouted: "Whoever dares to do it, don't blame Yan for killing again!"

The old fog snorted coldly, facing Yan Lan, the mist around him surged, and a ten-zhang mist cloud erupted in an instant, turning into a fierce demon with sharp teeth and fangs, and opened a huge mouth like an abyss towards Yan Lan, about to devour it.

Seeing this, Jade Rulong raised his jade pen. Writing in the void, he shouted at the same time: "Brother Yan retreats quickly, Wu Lao's move is extremely evil, and he can kill the strong people in the Sanyan Distraction Period." ”

The fan became a wind and the bamboo fan waved, setting off a huge wind gang, and stared: "Old Wu, to deal with a junior, why do you need to use such a killing move?"

Fog Lao saw this. With a snort, the demon stopped castrating. But he still shows his teeth and claws, and is fierce and mighty.

"It's not that the old man wants to kill this son, but that this son doesn't know how to lift and kills himself. The old decay can't kill him, the jade Rulong, the fan becomes the wind. If only you could persuade him. ”

The old mist said faintly, and the murderous intent in his tone was clear. As long as Yan Lan has the slightest objection, he will kill Yan Lan on the spot at all costs.

Yan Lan saw that Yurulong and Fan Chengfeng actually made a move for him, smiled slightly, and stepped out. Said lightly: "Thank you Brother Rulong and Brother Chengfeng for their righteous actions, although Yan is not capable of dominating the world, he is not powerless." ”

As he spoke, Yan Lan stepped out of the defensive range of Fan Chengfeng and Jade Rulong, confronted the arrogant demon of Wu Lao, and said quietly: "Wu Lao, if you don't move the three pillars, this will definitely be a dead end." In fact, Yan also wants to know the secret of the underground of the Pinghe Valley, and is willing to join hands with you to explore, but the three pillars are not negotiable, and must be removed, otherwise you will not only face me alone. Old Wu, you are also a smart person, Yan advises you to think twice!"

Yu Rulong looked at Yan Lan in a daze, the origin of Wu Lao is mysterious, and his cultivation is even more unpredictable, even he has to be cautious when he speaks to Wu Lao, but he didn't expect Yan Lan to be fearless, with undoubted domineering in his words.

Wu Lao moved slightly, and said: "It is not for nothing that there are people who dare to speak to the old decay in such a tone, but there are only a handful of people in Wuzhou, and there is no one who is less than twenty years old. Okay, the old decay gives you a chance, if you can face the blow of the old decay without retreating, and can hold on to a hundred breaths, the old decay will agree to your request and choose the location of the three pillars again. ”

Yan Lan smiled proudly and said, "The status of the old fog is honorable, and you have to speak in a word!"

Elder Wu shouted: "That's nature!"

As soon as the words fell, the fierce demon soared, and in an instant, it swelled to twenty zhang, and its size was eight times that of before.

Jade Rulong said angrily: "Old Wu, you are so thick-skinned!"

Wu Lao smiled: "You can't see the old man's face clearly, how do you know that the old man's face is thick." Little doll, make a move, this is your last and only chance. ”

Fan Chengfeng squinted his eyes and said: "Brother Yan, think long-term, don't be reckless, don't fall for the tricks of the old fog!"

Elder Wu can be said to be the strongest person among all the people present, even the sect masters of the four major forces have to be polite when they see it, how can Yan Lan, a young and vigorous young man, provoke him.

People who are not familiar with Yan Lan are all cold-faced, waiting for the scene where Yan Lan vomits blood and is seriously injured.

Yan Lan ignored the dissuasion of Yurulong and Fan Chengfeng behind him, he knew that these two parties wanted to win him over, but they didn't have a deep friendship with each other, and if they could dissuade him, they would already be benevolent and righteous, and it would never be possible to tear their faces for him and Wu Lao.

If you want others to be shaken, you can only fight for it by your own strength.

Only the power that makes people tremble can have a strong voice.

Yan Lan raised his head, the whirlpool reversed, and the hand of death surging and moving.

Everyone saw a dark giant hand, which instantly expanded to thirty zhang, rippling with the momentum of death, making them feel as if they were wandering at the gates of hell.

The fierce demon opened its huge mouth and swooped down towards Yan Lan.

Yan Lan smiled indifferently, the five fingers of his right hand were opened, and he grabbed it upward, and the hand of death moved in unison with his right hand, and pressed it on the head of the fierce demon domineeringly.

"Roaring ......"

The ferocious demon roared, and the sharp teeth bit frantically into the hand of the god of death.

Yan Lan snorted, his five fingers were together, and the hand of death firmly pressed the head of the fierce demon, and slowly, pressed the fierce demon's attack back.

The cultivators were stunned, the attack of the fierce demon of the old fog was domineering and evil, even the monks of the Eryan Distraction Period were unwilling to face it, and they could not easily push the fierce demon back like Yan Lan.

The mist on the old fog's face surged, and it slowly rose into the air.

Seeing this, Yan Lan knew that he must not give Wu Lao a chance to counterattack, this person was extremely shameless, and he could bless the power of the demon at any time.

The five fingers of the hand of death were closed, and with a miserable scream, the fierce demon mist exploded, and the ferocious power was completely lost, and it was completely pinched and exploded by Yan Lan.

"Old Mist, those three pillars, you can move them away!"

Yan Lan withdrew the hand of death, his hands behind his back, with a look of arrogance and cold determination.

Wu Lao slightly arched his back, was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "The old man underestimated you, but don't think that your strength can kill the old man, give the old man three days, redistribute the eighteen spirit gathering pillars, and gather here again in three days." ”

With that, the fog aged into a cloud of fog, which dissipated in the blink of an eye. (To be continued.) )

PS: Good night everyone!