But who is it that comes?

Everyone understands that the attitude will be so cold, and some people even move to kill.

Fang Tianzheng was sitting on the bronze throne high above, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a smile of unknown meaning, and at this time, an old monk he was carrying in one hand stepped forward and whispered, "My lord, the people of the Eighth Mountain have arrived......"

"Hmmm......"

Nodding very calmly, Fang Tian didn't have any other emotions at all, although there was a saying that the two armies would not fight each other, but the premise was not to provoke himself, otherwise, he had always been very keen on killing devils.

"Hahahaha, you're all here......"

At this time, there was a loud laugh outside the door, which made everyone frown, and then a strong man about thirty years old came in.

Everyone's faces were not very good-looking, but what was the same was that they were all very angry, and they looked at the people who came with bad faces.

Fang Tian was also puzzled at this time, and looked at the comer, only to see that this person was a man in the prime of life, with a hideous and terrifying face, but there was a sense of honesty inside, not like a traitor!

Just when Fang Tian was puzzled, behind the man, he followed four or five people, and when he saw those four or five people, Fang Tian immediately frowned.

"Wa people?"

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Tian remembered the broken Chinese that had just sounded, the person who came should be a Japanese from the Eighth Mountain, but why...... There's a Chinese guy in front?

"What's going on?"

Fang Tian frowned, looked back, the old monk looked at the leading middle-aged man, his eyes rolled, and he muttered in Fang Tian's ear: "My lord, Hong Yan was originally the lord of the eighth mountain, and after the Japanese people came, he took refuge in the Japanese people and became a traitor......

"Became a traitor?"

His brows were tightly locked, Fang Tian looked at the person named Hong Yan with interest, and there was some speculation in his heart, this person didn't look like a traitor, could it really be that he couldn't be a person?

"Who was ashamed to say it just now, say it and let me Hongyan listen to it......"

Hong Yan patted his chest, his face trembled, he looked like Kong Wu was strong, as soon as his words came out, everyone's faces turned red, their eyes flashed, and they didn't speak again.

There is no other reason, Hong Yan is also one of the strongest people in the back mountain, why he will take refuge in the Japanese people They don't know, but even these cave masters have to face up to Hong Yan's combat effectiveness.

"Hong Yan, how does it feel to follow the master of the Japanese Kingdom, can you still sleep in the middle of the night?" Zhen Feng looked angry and stood up directly.

Two years ago, when Hong Yan was the lord of the eighth mountain, he was bold and made not a few friends, Zhenfeng was one of them, since he was a friend, after he became a traitor, Zhenfeng was naturally very angry.

"Zhenfeng, I haven't seen you for a few months, but you are getting more and more energetic......" Hong Yan's voice was like thunder, and the laughter spread far away, lingering for a long time.

"Hong Yan, I haven't seen you for a few months, but you are becoming more and more like a dog......" Zi Luan whispered, and many people heard the irony, and everyone looked at Zi Luan in surprise.

Because of Ziluan's style, everyone is an old acquaintance, but they are very familiar with it, her previous style is maverick, plus she is a girl, the strong demon clan and the Japanese people did not embarrass her.

But now that Ziluan speaks, she will completely offend the Japanese people, and everyone doesn't understand why she said that.

"Hmmm......"

Sure enough, as soon as he spoke, Hong Yan turned his gaze to her, his eyes were quite strange, but the surprise was obvious, he took two steps forward, he just wanted to speak, but Zhen Feng stepped forward to interrupt him.

"Old dog, I haven't seen you for a few months, I don't know how your strength is, come, fight with me......" Zhen Feng's voice was very polite, but he still respected Hong Yan's battle.

Hong Yan's eyes rolled, knowing that Zhenfeng was blocking the limelight for Ziluan, and he didn't want to get her into the grudge with the Eighth Mountain, Hong Yan nodded in his heart, looked at Ziluan meaningfully, and did not pursue it.

"Okay, I'll fight you ......"

With a loud laugh, Hong Yan opened and closed widely, and pounced directly, the trick was neutralized, majestic, quite extraordinary, Zhen Feng was already angry in his heart, volleyed a spiritual weapon on the side of the weapon bar, and killed it.

"Interesting ......"

Seeing this scene, Fang Tian's eyes were a little meaningful, the battle between Hong Yan and Zhenfeng was too weird, Hong Yan, as a traitor, didn't have any killing intentions, it was obviously a contest.

But the town style is different, the moves are ruthless, and the intention to kill couldn't be more obvious.

This scene was too different, Fang Tian stood there, his eyes flickered, and he felt in his heart that the performance of this town wind was normal, but this Hong Yan, who was poked in the backbone, behaved too strangely and did not conform to common sense from the beginning.

First of all, Yun was light and light, and he didn't take everyone's ridicule to heart, and then Ziluan's angry scolding, he actually let it go, and then this time he did it without any murderous intentions......

It stands to reason that if Hong Yan really became a traitor and had such a powerful master as a Japanese people, he shouldn't be so cowardly!

"Baga, Ziluan Mangosteen, are you going to do it against our Great Wa Empire!"

Led by a silver-bladed sword, the Japanese people were furious, Hong Yan did not pursue it, but the Japanese people did not intend to let it go, they lit up the bladed sword in their hands, and the killing intent boiled, as soon as his words came out, many people changed their faces.

This silver-bladed Japanese man is just a prince of the eighth mountain, not the lord of a mountain, and he actually made a lot of nonsense in front of so many mountain lords.

"Nakamura is here...... Don't dare talk to me like that!"

Apricot eyes narrowed slightly, Zi Luan was also angry, Meiyu's face had already climbed up a layer of ice, his beautiful eyes were condensed, and he stared at the silver-bladed warrior without turning around.

Everyone understands that after enduring such questioning, as the lord of a mountain, they will inevitably be angry and desperate, because they are respected in the back mountain, and under the sea of suffering, they firmly believe that they are invincible!

"Lord Ziluan Mountain, it just so happens that I also want to ask for advice......"

There was an uproar in the main hall, and they all stared at the silver-bladed warrior with wide eyes, it was too exciting, and they actually wanted to challenge the sixth mountain master, and when the news came out, it would definitely shock many people.

It's been two years, and the position of the Lord of the Ten Mountains in the mountains behind the Daoist Academy has not wavered, nor has he received any provocations, not only because of their reputation, but because they really have that combat power.

"Are you really going to challenge me?"

Ziluan's face was like frost, and her already gloomy mood was even worse to the extreme, in this battle, whether she won or lost, she would be discredited, and if she won, she deserved, but her dominant position was challenged.

But if you lose, it is really a place to die, and the sixth mountain changes hands, and the pattern of the entire back mountain will change.

The most critical point is that the identity of the other party is not the Lord of the Ten Mountains, which puts Ziluan in a dilemma.

"Of course!"

With a sneer, the silver-bladed Japanese people spoke a mouthful of broken Chinese, and the bladed sword in his hand was unsheathed, and the snow-white edge slashed sharply across the void.

Taking a deep breath, Ziluan nested in his slender jade hand, and also jumped up and competed to kill.

"Presumptuous!"

But at this time, a cold snort came out of the void, like rolling muffled thunder exploding in the main hall, startling many people!