Wu Nengwen pulled the young martial artist aside and asked in a low voice, "Have you heard that Han Bing has a big brother?" ”

The young man shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it, ask the deputy curator to see if he knows." ”

Then, Wu Nengwen took out his mobile phone and dialed a call.

After a while, the two walked over, and Wu Nengwen said with a dark face: "We don't have anyone you are looking for here, it's a cold day, please go back." ”

Yingtian had already heard their conversation, and even heard the voice of the deputy curator. It seems that Deputy Director Yang does not plan to come over in person.

He smiled: "Most of you are holding spears, you are all from the Yang Family Martial Arts Hall in Miancheng, right?" ”

How could the young warrior hear this, the people of the Yang family fled from Miancheng to Xidu in Ji Province to split their families, and secretly hid here, how could they be easily known by outsiders?!

His face changed sharply, the head of the gun swung a few times, and he shouted: "It turned out to be foreign spies, take them down!" After saying that, he took the lead and stabbed straight at the gun.

"Well, don't do it." Yingtian shook his head helplessly, the true qi on his body emanated slightly, and a majestic force suddenly pushed forward.

There were a few soft "bangs", and all seven or eight people on the opposite side fell to the ground in embarrassment. Wu Nengwen sat up with difficulty and said in horror: "You...... You are a grandmaster...... A martial artist at the pinnacle? ”

He had felt the power of the powerhouses in the middle and late stages of the sect master, and at this time, he obviously felt an even more powerful force, and he was so shocked that he stammered.

Ran Zhichen and Chen Shi looked at each other and smiled, they knew that the hall master was wise and martial, and the martial artists in the early stage of the great grandmaster could only bow their heads and be subordinate, where could the martial artists at the peak of the grandmaster be compared.

Yingtian Zhengse said: "Sort of, can you let us in now?" ”

"No! The king of heaven can't even come! Several warriors said in unison. They stood up, straightened their spears and short swords without flinching, and their expressions were invincible, and Yingtian was stunned.

"Alas, what a good thing!" Yingtian paced back and forth, as if he had really encountered a roadblock.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and patted his head, muttering with a wry smile, "How did I forget him!" ”

Then, he said to several Yang family warriors: "I know your Golden Gun King Yang Weilong, please come out." ”

Wu Nengwen had an extra heart and asked, "Tell me, how did you meet?" ”

Yingtian patiently explained: "A few years ago, when we were both quenching martial artists, I fought with him in the ring of Guocheng Nangong Huawu and competed in the same arena. ”

"Are you insulting our intelligence, or are you making fun of the Golden Gun?" The young man stepped forward and rebuked.

Yingtian was stunned: "How do you say this?" Soon, it dawned on him, and now he couldn't tell it even more!

According to the normal situation, regardless of the strength of his great grandmaster, even if he is a martial artist at the peak of the grandmaster, it is impossible to fight on the same stage with the Golden Spear King!

If he was at the peak of quenching at that time, Yang Weilong would only be a fighter who had only quenched his body as a martial artist at most, and it would be impossible for him to fight black boxing in the same ring.

The young man took a step forward and said angrily, "Humph! There's nothing to say now, do you? Go quickly, or ......," he stopped talking as soon as he said this.

Because, he really can't go on. Someone else, a martial artist at the peak of the grandmaster, even if he pulled out the Yang family in the mountains one by one, it was impossible to shake him in the slightest.

It's impossible to call out all the old and young in the family, and rely on the number of people to fight to the death, right?

Yingtian couldn't cry or laugh, and said in an almost pleading tone: "Can you give me Yang Weilong's phone number?" I'll get in touch with him and you'll know if we know each other. ”

Seeing that the hall master was so aggrieved, Ran Zhichen and Chen Shi gritted their teeth, and they were eager to try several times, wanting to rush directly into the mountain.

Wu Nengwen's temperament was milder, and he shook his head and said, "No, how can we call strangers." ”

Yingtian pouted, didn't bother to talk to Niu again, and retreated dozens of meters away.

He held his hands to his mouth, and a stream of true qi surged out from the lower dantian, straight through the throat and mouth, and an earth-shattering shout suddenly shouted: "Yang Weilong, Dugu Yingtian is visiting......"

Several Yang family warriors who were far away covered their ears tightly, but it was still difficult to resist the impact of the sound wave that engulfed the true qi, and they stood in pain for a long time before they recovered under the action of a spring breeze-like internal force.

It was the gentle power that Yingtian emitted, and it helped them greatly reduce the degree of discomfort.

Otherwise, most of the quenching and innate martial artists would be either deaf or stupid. If Yingtian hadn't retreated so far just now, they would have died.

This way of speaking with internal force will cause greater damage to low-level martial artists, and if the opponent is protected by a great grandmaster and a strong person, the damage will be much less.

Moreover, the larynx and vocal cords of vocal warriors are susceptible to damage. If you want to use it in this way on the battlefield, not only will the battle loss ratio not be high, but it may also outweigh the losses.

In fact, this is exactly the same as a cultivator's divine mind attack, which is a skill that a strong person will not easily use to launch a group attack.

After a while, Wu Nengwen received a call and ordered them to let them go directly. This is good, several people are dumbfounded, offending such a powerful friend, will they be beaten by the king of the golden gun a few times?

Moreover, if he was really Tang Hanbing's eldest brother, would that cold senior brother poke a few holes in his body?

Then, Wu Nengwen personally led the way in front and respectfully asked Yingtian and the three of them to go to the mountain. As soon as they came to a corner, several people ran over them, and the leader was Yang Weilong, the king of the golden gun.

Soon, Wei Long stood in front of Yingtian and looked at him in a daze. I hadn't seen each other for several years, and looking at the handsome young man in front of him who was taller but thinner than himself, the King of the Golden Gun could hardly recognize him as the Dugu Yingtian.

Yingtian also looked at him, a genius martial artist in the early stage of the fifth layer of the innate realm, still wearing tight clothes and pants, with an ape back and a bee waist, long hair reaching up to his ears, and his eyes were brighter and sharper than before.

"You're really ......" Wei Long opened his mouth excitedly, looking a little nervous and confused.

Yingtian nodded and said, "The former Dugu Yingtian is also Tang Hanbing's eldest brother Tang Yingtian. ”

Yang Weilong was shocked: "Cold Ice is so good, but you are even more ...... You shouldn't be a few years older than him, right? Now it's ...... What realm, what strength? ”

Yingtian hesitated for a moment, but still whispered frankly: "I am two years older than Han Bing, and I am at the peak of the Grandmaster's realm, and I can barely be regarded as the strength of the middle stage of the Great Grandmaster. ”

For a genius like the Golden Gun King, he should be able to guess a few results from the deafening internal force voice he just made.

Therefore, in the face of the Yang family where Han Bing is located, and he is also an old friend, Yingtian does not need to hide it. In this way, if you tell the truth, it will be easy to say things in the future, and it will be easy to do things in the future.

Looking at the Golden Gun King who was stunned and dumbfounded, Yingtian patted him on the shoulder in a friendly manner.

Yang Weilong then came to his senses, and said with some trepidation: "Your family is all strange people!" After saying that, he shook his head, feeling that he was still in a dream.

Yingtian ignored his exclamation and asked eagerly, "How is Han Bing now?" ”

Yang Weilong said with a smile: "You can know it when you see it, I can't tell you clearly, anyway, he is very strong, and he has reached the true strength of the late stage of the sect master." ”

Yingtian was very happy to hear that Han Bing had grown so fast.

He turned his head and said, "You are also quite good, you are currently at the realm of the middle stage of innate nature, and your true strength has reached the late stage, right?" He could see that Wei Long's strength was not weaker than that of the early stage of the Innate Seventh Layer.

Yang Weilong smiled bitterly: "It's far worse than your two brothers, you still have to work hard!" However, you won't see ice today. Oh, he's still our big brother. ”

Yingtian was surprised: "How can it be a senior brother?" Isn't he here? ”