"Let the old man try the strength of Jun Xiaodaoyou," just as everyone was silent, a voice sounded. I saw a gray-haired old man behind Baili Xuan walking out.

Mo Zijue motioned for Mo Zhun to open the standby booth. The spare platform rose from the water, and Jun Yuzhao and the old man both got on the platform.

"I don't know the name and surname of my predecessor?" Jun Yuzhao asked. At the same time, estimate the strength of the other party in your heart, the strength of the other party is not low, at least in the ghost realm.

The gray-haired old man snorted coldly, "The old man is not a senior, and his name is also very ordinary, just an ordinary casual cultivator, compared to the thunderous sect of the Firmament Palace Ling Jianfeng behind Jun Xiao Daoyou, naturally there is no famous teacher like Rin Wuchen." The old man said this behind his back, with undisguised disdain in his tone.

Jun Yuzhao's eyes were slightly cold, no need to ask, generally those who talk like this are the grudges of their own master when he was young. The senior brother had said before that when he was training outside, his main opponents were all defeated generals left by the master for so many years.

I didn't expect to meet one today, she looked at Wuxin, and saw the other party nodding.

Jun Yuzhao lowered his eyelids, and before he could speak, he heard the other party speak again.

"The old man has heard of your name before, Jun Yuzhao who breaks the mountains and seas with a sword." The gray-haired old man had scrutiny in his eyes.

This gaze made Jun Yuzhao very uncomfortable, but she still said lightly; "It's just a name."

"Hmph, it's good to know, little Taoist friend, the old man will teach you today, if your reputation doesn't match your strength, you will suffer a big loss." The gray-haired old man has a domineering face teaching the younger generation.

"What strength the juniors have, the juniors themselves know, the juniors have a master, and they don't need you to teach." Jun Yuzhao's eyes looked directly at the gray-haired old man with a slightly cold look.

"Hmph, Rin Wuchen is just a person who deceives the world and steals his name, what good juniors can he teach," the gray-haired old man stared at him, and there was no one in his eyes.

The murderous intent in Jun Yuzhao's eyes gradually rose. Is she angry? Angry, there is no table in front of this, if there is a table, she will flip the table on the spot. But the more angry a sword practitioner is, the calmer the habit is already engraved in his bones.

Several people who are familiar with Jun Yuzhao on the sidelines know that Jun Yuzhao is angry now.

Looking at the gray-haired old man with no intention was like looking at a dead man.

Seeing that the other party spoke so politely, Jun Yuzhao put away the anger on his face and sneered, "It's just that my master's subordinates are defeated, and they dare to make a big statement." "Jun Yuzhao felt the love of the only elder in the two worlds combined, and she could even return to her father's love, she would never allow anyone to insult her master.

She stared at the gray-haired old man closely, today, she had to kill the other party.

The gray-haired old man's eyes froze, "Little Daoist, it's better to pay attention to what you say." So as not to provoke people who should not be messed with. ”

Jun Yuzhao smiled coldly, "If you want to fight, you can fight, don't talk nonsense." "She's not interested in playing word games or psychological warfare.

When the gray-haired old man heard this, he looked dissatisfied, and slapped a palm directly on the top of Jun Yuzhao's head, looking as if he was going to kill him on the spot.

Wuxin's pupils shrank, but when he saw Jun Yuzhao gesture to him, the whole person relaxed.

Jun Yuzhao's eyes flashed with killing intent, she didn't use a sword, since the other party was Rin Wuchen's enemy, he must have studied Rin Wuchen's swordsmanship. It is estimated that he is waiting for Jun Yuzhao to take out the sword.

In this case, Jun Yuzhao can't use the sword, and if she wants to compare the palm technique, she is still not afraid.

Jun Yuzhao slapped out his right hand with a palm and confronted the gray-haired old man.

The gray-haired old man was really waiting for Jun Yuzhao to take out his sword, but he didn't expect the other party to actually make a palm. Before, he was very disdainful of the names of these people, thinking that they were just vain. At such a young age, even if the realm is high, it should be piled up with pills, so there is no need to be afraid at all.

But at this moment of the palm, the gray-haired old man was a little shocked by the other party's real strength, as well as the mellow spiritual power that seemed to be infinite.

The two of them touched the score. The gray-haired old man suddenly disappeared in place, appeared behind Jun Yuzhao, and kicked out. Who knew that Jun Yuzhao seemed to have eyes behind him, and while leaning back to dodge, he reflexively kicked the old man, and the two of them saw that the huge force that erupted directly smashed the spare booth again.

The old man in gray looked at the killing intent in Jun Yuzhao's eyes, and a sharp stinging pain came from his legs, and he was shocked, he didn't expect this woman's leg skills to be so good.

Jun Yuzhao didn't have time to care about anything else, she disappeared in place, and appeared behind the gray-haired old man with great speed, and before the old man could react, he was kicked to the knee by Jun Yuzhao.

The irresistible force kicked the gray-haired old man's leg to pieces on the spot, and he knelt directly on the pillar propped up on the Zhanying platform.

Jun Yuzhao was not finished yet, he turned over to the top of the gray-haired old man's head, stepped down with one kick, and stepped the other party into the pillar.

The violent impact caused the surface of the water to be slapped again, but this time he deliberately left a gap. The people on the other side of Bailixuan only had time to protect Bailixuan, and the guards behind him were all beaten into soup chickens by water.

Bailixuan was protected a little hastily, and the hem of his clothes was still wet.

In the field, Jun Yuzhao's legs were clamped, his body turned, and he only heard a "click", and the gray-haired old man who was still talking cruelly just now died in front of everyone. There was not a stick of incense before and after.

Bai Li Xuan is stupid, others don't know the strength of the gray-haired old man, but he does know it very well. Feeling the sight next to him, Bai Lixuan turned his head and saw him looking at him without a trace of emotion.

Bai Li Xuan suddenly a drop of cold sweat flowed down from the corner of his forehead.

Jun Yuzhao kicked the gray-haired old man to Baili Xuan. The corpse rushed towards it whirring in the wind.

Another blue-clothed old man behind Bai Li Xuan rushed out, grabbed the corpse, and spun around in place, eliminating the impact of the force.

"Fellow Daoist, we lost." The old man in blue held the corpse of the old man in gray in his hand, his eyes were dark, he looked at Jun Yuzhao who was standing in the air, and said in a deep voice.

Jun Yuzhao raised his eyelids lightly, snorted coldly, and said in disdainful voice, "It's good to know." ”

There was silence, and no one around said anything, because they really didn't know what to say.

Everyone looked at Jun Yuzhao who was permeated with murderous intent, and then looked at Baili Xuan's group, the guards behind him all turned into soup chickens, empty green covered his chest, the old man in blue stood at the front, holding the dead body of the gray-haired old man in his hand, and Bai Li Xuan, who was standing in the middle, was wet.

There are many people who secretly swallow their saliva and sigh in their hearts, Jun Yuzhao, really, too strong.

"But there are still people who want to come forward and challenge?" Seeing that no one spoke, Mo Zijue, as the host, simply took the initiative to break the silence.

She might as well not ask, and after asking, the scene became even quieter.

"Since this is the case, it is Zhao'er who has won the first place and obtained this Tianyun Soul Umbrella." Mo Zijue handed the umbrella to Jun Yuzhao and whispered; "Congratulations, Zhao'er," she winked.

After the fight, Jun Yuzhao's anger had been extinguished, and she took the umbrella, "Thank you." He turned around and flew back to Wuxin's side.

The old man in blue was still looking at Jun Yuzhao, but he was blocked by a white shadow. He looked up and met a pair of colder eyes. I saw Wuxin step forward, blocking the other party's sight, and looked at him expressionlessly.

Wuxin naturally knew that the other party hated Jun Yuzhao, since he must have a grudge against the six princes and his party, it was better to let him come, his own daughter-in-law, of course, protect himself. So he stood in front of Jun Yuzhao at this time, and glanced at them threateningly, indicating that any grudges were counted on him.

The old man in blue looked at his heartless eyes and forcibly suppressed the anger surging in his chest.