Xiang Da landed slowly, his eyes fixed on the figure that had come out of the hole.

Is there really such a big gap? So much so that there is no chance of winning.

"It's a good wave." Long Ying, who walked out of the dust, gently patted the dust on his shoulder, and the entire snow coat and golden silk dragon robe were only stained with dust there, and that's it.

Xiang Da clenched his hands into fists and crossed his expression.

Long Wei raised his right hand and pinched out his little thumb and ring finger, which were level with his right shoulder. "By the way, how many layers can you stack at most?" Long Cheng asked suddenly.

"Theoretically, it's eighteen-fold, and I've only cultivated to the fifteenth level now."

"Oh." Long Cheng nodded: "And your Zhenyue, very strong!" ”

Suddenly, Long was stunned, and then quickly came back to his senses, and softly reminded Xiang Da to be careful.

"True Dragon Mystery, Heaven and Earth One Sword!"

The alternate sword fingers of Long Rebellion's right hand, which was composed of the most fragile little finger and ring finger, suddenly stabbed out, and suddenly the heavens and the earth changed color, as if the heavens and the earth were closed, and the entire heaven and earth were only the sword pointed by the dragon reversal sword finger.

This kind of move that caused the mutation of heaven and earth, Rao was as strong as the dragon rebellion of the king of the half realm, and it only lasted for a moment.

A moment later, the altar standing on the top of Tai'an Mountain had already cracked a huge sword mark from the middle, starting from the feet of Long Wei and ending at the feet of another person.

"Rebels must not be rude." Standing directly opposite Long Wei and stopping the sword of heaven and earth was none other than Ziyu Zhenjun of the True Dragon Clan, who should have retreated.

Not only Yin Xutian, but the rest of the gentlemen from Tai'an Mountain all had solemn expressions, staring at this warm-hearted Ziyu Zhenjun.

The old Confucian who was sitting in the middle of the three or eight realms of the two demon clans turned his head to look at the head of Tai'an Mountain with a playful expression.

The Immortal Ancestor laughed, and then floated out leisurely and landed on the sacrificial platform in the middle of the eight floating platforms.

"It doesn't matter."

Blood Demon Chilin Jun narrowed his eyes, no wonder the two old immortals didn't make a move when the Chu madman killed people and Mr. Tai'an Shaner sacrificed to the sky and divided the opportunity, it turned out that they were suppressed from the beginning, and sure enough, the old immortals were the most useless.

"Master." Even the most stubborn Mr. Two jumped out of the audience and stood in the air respectfully making a mockery.

Immortal Ancestor glanced at several of his disciples and finally fixed his gaze on Yin Xutian and nodded, probably praising Yin Xutian for 'properly' handling the matter of Old Man Qing, which was a big disaster for Yin Xutian and Tai'an Mountain, but fortunately, Yin Xutian had dealt with it clearly, and sure enough, it was right to hand over the ancient seal to Yin Xutian, who had planted a purple lotus in his eyes.

"Let the little guy of the ape clan give way." Immortal Ancestor said softly.

Already soaked in sweat, he swallowed a mouthful of foam, and walked away from the edge of the crack clinging to his feet with difficulty. At the same time, Long Reverse also took a step back.

Immortal Ancestor didn't continue to talk nonsense, his robe waved, and the altar was like going back in time, and countless splashes of dust actually returned the same way, first the cracks merged, and then the gravel debris returned to its original position, repairing the cracks that covered the platform completely.

"After all, it's not a platform used for martial arts, and the hardness is still a little worse." The Immortal Ancestor slowly fell from the sky, and when his feet stepped on the sacrificial sky, a burst of white light suddenly lit up, starting from the foot of the Immortal Ancestor and rapidly spreading to the entire sacrificial platform, and then disappeared.

"Ziyu Zhenjun, please come back, it's not good to disturb the game between the two little guys."

Ziyu Zhenjun of the Upper Thirty-Eight Realm, if it weren't for his sudden appearance, there would be no need for the Immortal Ancestor to personally stand up and repair the sacrificial rooftop, this kind of trivial matter is not only Yin Xutian, but the rest of the disciples can also mobilize the feng shui luck of Tai'an Mountain and quickly repair this stone slab from the primordial true realm.

As for consumption, Yin Xutian has just made a lot of money for Tai'an Mountain, and this other mountain can't wait for a wisp of mountain and water luck that is broken into eight and a half flowers, and the Immortal Ancestor really doesn't care now.

Ziyu Zhenjun forced out the Immortal Ancestor, and this game of the True Dragon Clan can be regarded as a small victory, but the Immortal Ancestor doesn't seem to care much about this. Ziyu Zhenjun once again confessed for the dragon's rebellion, and obediently returned to his position. Now that the Immortal Ancestor has appeared, there is no need to continue to go back and be a transparent person.

Without the need for the Immortal Ancestor to say more, Yin Xutian took out a palm-sized white lotus platform from his sleeve and threw it down, the lotus flower grew when it met the wind, and finally grew to five meters in size and completely froze.

Immortal Ancestor appeared on the lotus platform as soon as he stepped on it, a piece of lotus petals flew up and turned into a high-backed throne behind Immortal Ancestor, Immortal Ancestor slowly sat down with his back against the throne and propped his chin diagonally with his fist, and said softly: "Go on." ”

Yin Xutian smirked and floated down from mid-air, sat on the edge of the lotus platform, turned his head and smiled at his master, and then looked down at the excitement with peace of mind.

Several other gentlemen from Tai'an Mountain also returned to their places.

Sure enough, the most unruly person on Tai'an Mountain is this Mr. Daomen Er, who doesn't live in Tai'an Mountain.

"Brother Xiang, I'm offended." After the temptation of the true dragon clan ended, Long Wei first apologized to this unsuspecting Tongbei fist.

Xiang Da nodded, and accepted Long Cheng's apology, although he pulled him into the water for no reason, nothing happened in the end. Xiang Daran continued to clench his fist and stretched forward, it was still the same fist.

Long Yi was stunned for a moment, and then meticulously rolled up his sleeves, and sure enough, the most endless thing in the world is a pure martial artist with a martial arts courage.

Otherwise, that sword can discourage almost all of his peers in the world.

That's the difference, the difference.

Xiang Da knew very well that if that sword slashed at him, he would definitely not be able to stop it, and even if he stopped it, he would almost only leave a whole corpse and that's it. Wufu Wangdao has always been a brave man to reach the peak, that can be because of the reason that others can close their fists with a sword, if there is really that, then he can't afford the word pure, and the martial arts realm will almost stop here in his life.

So Xiang Da has to punch without hesitation.

"Just one defeat?" Long Wei asked again.

Xiang Da's right hand turned his fist into a palm and stretched forward: "Please teach the third prince of Long." ”

The sleeves had already been rolled up and the dragon was rushing forward, the two hands and arms were covered with golden scales, and the dragon turned his palms into claws with both hands, but the claw frame that anyone alone could make made was extremely moved by the heroes of all ethnic groups in Tai'an Mountain.

The dragon claw hand of the true dragon clan?

This thing is different from those invincible and god-decorated dragon claws on the mountain and down the mountain, and the genuine goods are not fake. It's like everyone can make a fist, but they can't knock down a mountain with a single punch like Xiang Da.

In this world, the only people in this world who can compete with the dragon claw hand are the Tianfeng clan, which is also an ancient relic clan, and the eagle claw gong who was born from the ancient golden-winged Dapeng clan.

"Open the mountain."

No one expected that Xiang Da's punch turned out to be straightforward, and he had to face the dragon head-on.

The dragon reverse didn't have too many bells and whistles, and it was also a claw forward.

People respect me, and I should respect people.

Of course, no one here questioned that it was the dragon who chose to fight with claws against fists to lose both, after all, it was the prince of the true dragon clan with the purest blood in the world who made the claws at the moment, not those ordinary people who were weak in the flesh and paid attention to tricks and tricks.

One claw and one fist collided, but this time it didn't smash the sacrificial roof and let the smoke and dust fly all over the sky, but the huge light generated by the collision of the two still pierced the person who couldn't open his eyes.

By the time the light dissipated, there was already a truce on the stage.

Long Cheng put down the two rolled up plain dragon robes, his face was a little pale, and his sharp eyes found that there were seven or eight golden broken dragon scales scattered on the platform.

Xiang Da's face was ruddy and not as pale as Long Wei, but the same as Long Wei, the right hand that collided was also blurred with flesh and blood, and even white bones were exposed in some places.

"Lost, lost, lost." shouted to the big man, it turned out that he still wanted to wave his hand and be domineering, but he couldn't lift his hand.

Long Yi was stunned, he almost died under that sword just now and didn't admit defeat, why is he so quick now?

No matter which school or sect of monks in the world pays attention to, they all seek good fortune and avoid evil, and how to get to your martial arts is reversed.

"Brother rebel, can I go to the True Dragon Realm to learn from you in the future?" For the first time, he did not call the third prince of Long, but called Xiang Da, whose real name is Long, if he punches himself, there are not too many flowers and intestines to go straight to the point.

Long Ying responded with a smile: "It's okay to drink, but it's not welcome to fight." ”

Xiang Da thought about it very seriously: "Then the rebel brother is not welcome a few times." ”

"Okay." Long Cheng nodded and agreed to this martial arts friend, the family has always had a suffocating cold in addition to its bright and bright appearance, even the true dragon clan of the top clan is no exception, why are the demons so disgusting, in addition to killing and fighting, they also put the things that others try to hide on the table.

In fact, it's not bad to have a straight martial arts friend.

"What are you yelling about after the fight?" Chu Shi Shanhe rubbed Chu Xinsu's hair vigorously, and jumped onto the altar with a leap, leaving only a little girl who was angry and stomped on the spot.

"You're a demon?" Xiang Da looked at the uninvited guest and asked.

"Half." Chu Shi Shanhe emphasized again: "Half a demon clan." ”

Long Wei carefully looked at this young demon who was about the same age as himself and dared to break into this young demon located in Kunlun Ruins Immortal Prefecture in the south of the Three Thousand Dao Prefecture, it was not easy to go south, and it could only be even more difficult to go north.

"Long Rebellion, we've seen it." Chu Shishanhe reminded.

"In Daming City." Long Wei did not deny it, and Chu Shishanhe also smiled and nodded.

"Farewell." Xiang Da couldn't stand the strange atmosphere of the conversation, wouldn't it be better to do it directly when he saw this kind of thing, he had to be noisy and weird, and he couldn't do it in the end, taking off his pants and farting.

"Senior Brother Chu farewell." Long Wei directly called out Chu Shishanhe's surname, and then gently clenched his fists and followed Xiang Da away.

"Farewell?" Chu Shishanhe smashed it and muttered; "There is no need to say goodbye."

Yin Xutian, who was sitting on the edge of the lotus platform, kneaded the lotus petals, which were obviously as solid as a rock but as soft as silk, and whispered the name of the person who was going to fight with Chu Shishanhe.

"Neon Millennium."

The holy daughter of the Tianfeng clan gently held her cousin's hand, a little worried, in this kind of place, she met the former demon clan Eight Little Kings, who can rest assured that a girl will go? The demons don't pity the jade.

"Let's abstain." Ni Qianluo can only persuade at the moment, after all, this is not a competition within the clan.

"With the Immortal Ancestor staring at it, I won't throw my life here." Ni Millennial smiled and looked at the stage.

On the stage, Chu Shishanhe was looking at this, full of smiles, like a beautiful spring breeze, and Ni Qianxi was a little drunk.