"Who is it?"

At the foot of Yunkong Mountain, some people whispered, those who really have an identity will not take the road at the foot of the mountain, the cloud pattern stone road has been excavated for so many years, but the number of walks is not much, they are more than less than the top, the identity is the most embarrassing, even if they go to Yunkong Que, they can only wind up from the side of the mountain road.

Because of this, they are the most sensitive to the news circulating on the island, although they don't know what is happening at the moment, but from the foot of the mountain, which is several times more than in the past, the eight tribes are stationed, and on the cloud pattern mountain road, the heroic and majestic figure that has been standing there at some time, it can be known that most of them have had some changes, and it is related to the young man who is slowly coming in front of him.

"I heard that a holy son of the Black Feather Division's lineage suffered a big loss at Tiandukou......"

"Who is it?"

"Black Feather Wind. ”

"It's him ......"

Some people transmitted their voices to each other, trying in vain to trace the past and piece together the closest scene to the truth, at the same time, their muscles were tense and vigilant, the forces of Yunkong Island were huge, even under Yunkong Mountain, for so many years, there were often people stained with blood, and there were too many fierce battles.

Not only these people, but also the many people of the Eight Clans stationed in front of Yunkong Mountain, were also shocked at this time, where did this young master come out, and he actually alarmed the big man of the Eight Clans, and made a special trip to wait in the Cloud Pattern Stone Road.

Anyone could feel the killing aura in the air.

Yunkong Mountain is majestic and vicissitudes, even if it is the cloud pattern mountain road that was opened up later, it has also left the marks of the years, the old pine on the mountain cliff is bent, the strange and wonderful Tufang, the spiritual mist is swirling, and even the old medicine grows, but no one dares to pick, a grass and a tree on Yunkong Mountain belong to the eight major clans.

Yun Tiangong looked at the young man walking slowly on the stone road in the distance, a young man who looked extremely restrained and unremarkable, if there was anything special, it was too calm and indifferent, over the years, Yun Tiangong had seen many young heroes, who could ascend to the saint at this age, and there were a few people who were not arrogant and were looking at the Quartet.

"Stop. ”

On the cloud pattern mountain road, there was a majestic and deep voice, as if the heavenly general had opened the gate of the ancient heavenly realm, overlooking the world, everyone at the foot of the mountain felt a shock, and couldn't help but tense their muscles, and at the same time showed a look of awe.

The people of the eight tribes stationed in the garrison raised their swords at the same time and pointed ahead.

"Stop!"

Dozens of people drank together, and the killing aura condensed to the extreme, and on the stone road in front of the foot of the mountain, a violent wind suddenly set off, rolled up the sand and stones, and roared towards the young figure in white robe in front of him.

The sporadic people of the various clans stared, and some of them were frightened, these people of the eight clans stationed at the foot of the mountain, the lowest cultivation, all entered the third realm of cultivation, and dozens of people were full of anger, it was like a landslide and tsunami, even if it was an ordinary power, I was afraid that they would have to avoid its edge.

They looked at the young man who came from afar, Yunkong Mountain was not humiliated, this may be a rare young powerhouse, but Yunkong Mountain is as strong as a cloud, and the eight major clans are too deep to be able to grasp the barter of the boundary sea, and the accumulation over the years has long exceeded the scope of the ordinary supreme division.

Airplanes!

However, in the next moment, the whistling wind and sand and gravel seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier, and they all stopped at the place ten feet in front of the white robe, and with its footsteps undulating, the wind stopped, and the stones fell, and the qi of dozens of people in the Eight Clans was empty, and they were actually powerless, which made a group of people in the Eight Clans seem to be punched into the air, and it is extremely uncomfortable.

On the cloud pattern mountain road, sitting on the back of the empty horse, Yun Tiangong's eyes are slightly picked, this kind of grasp of the potential, more subtle than some of the older generations of the great saints, no wonder can force back the Black Feather family's holy realm Xiaocheng's guest qing, even he can't see through his true cultivation, although there are many breathing methods in this world, but in front of Yunkong Mountain, can still have this kind of posture and bearing, looking at the entire world, I am afraid that there are very few.

"You're strong, but that's not a reason to ignore me. ”

Yun Tiangong opened his mouth, he was dressed in silver and white armor, and every armor leaf was like a sword, but the brilliance was not obvious, ancient and vicissitudes, setting off the heroic and majestic posture, without opening his mouth, it gave people a strong sense of oppression, and with his opening, some of the people in the eight clans were taken aback, the one on the cloud pattern mountain road, but the Yunkong Mountain guard, one of the eight clans, the Tiangong sage of the Yun family.

The Heavenly Gong Sage had conquered outside the Dragon Gate of the Battle Realm, and his hands were stained with more than one kind of alien holy blood, he was a hundred battle saints, very powerful, and reached the top of the realm twenty years ago, and some big figures of the eight clans had asserted that in a hundred years, he was expected to transcend and stand at the top of the holy realm.

It was such a supreme saint who actually looked up to that strange young man so highly, which shocked the people of the eight clans stationed there, and they also had a vague premonition that maybe today's dispute would not end so quickly.

"You can't stop me. ”

Su Qi shook his head with a smile, and there was no emotion in his extremely flat tone, but that invincible aura washed the hearts of everyone at the foot of the mountain, what kind of person is this, who dares to talk to a supreme saint like this, too arrogant and no one in his eyes.

It was Yun Tiangong, and his black hair was also slightly agitated, bursting out with sonorous sparks, like a mouthful of divine swords colliding, blooming with endless sharp aura.

"For many years, no one dared to despise me so much, you are the first, I hope you are strong enough, otherwise even if you come from the four great dragon families, you will be suppressed under Yunkong Mountain for a hundred years. ”

Yun Tiangong's tone was slightly deep, and a jet-black halberd in his hand was like an ink dragon being held in the palm of his hand, the cold halberd blade splashed with cold light, the air was like a cracked silk, and one pale crack after another appeared in front of the halberd blade.

He has that kind of confidence, and he guesses the identities of several people, but even if it is a human dragon family, he also has an appointment with Yunkong Island, and under Yunkong Mountain, no one is allowed to be presumptuous.

"Walking through the realm and seeing the Holy Law is also a kind of accumulation, let's make a move, do your best, bloom brightly, you only have one chance. Su Qiannian looked at the cloud pattern mountain road and bowed slightly.

Rumble!

In response to him, it was the jet-black halberd, magnified, like a black dragon, crushing the void, and the endless and cold halberd momentum, accompanied by the terrifying and boundless divine qi, erupted in a spurt, surging in an instant.

Even if it was Yun Tiangong's state of mind for hundreds of years, he felt a kind of offense and was really angry, this was not his Yun family's entanglement, but as the guard of Yunkong Mountain for a hundred years, a strange and hostile divine master, it was impossible for him to go up the mountain and enter Yunkong Que.

On the stone path in front of the mountain, looking at the black halberd blade that fell down, Su Qinian's eyes lit up slightly, and the surging aura of the law was very rare, like the way of water, stretching endlessly, and there was the chill of the different kinds of Xuanbing Dao, and there was a kind of soul erosion, pervasive coldness.

The Way of Weak Water!