Mao San left a deep impression on Fang Yang.

The little people who live in the lower levels, but they are not willing to be struggling in the lower levels and constantly struggling. has a big temperament, struggles, and has his own bottom line.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't cultivate Xuan Qi, Fang Yang would have had the mind to accept disciples.

But such a kid who lives in the lower echelons, but is unwilling to struggle for it, is dead. And he died because of himself. Looking at the handwriting left on the wall, Fang Yang knew that it was someone from the Chaimu Palace who found him following Mao San's outfit.

What is the reason for looking for him? Isn't it just for his own grudge against Jia Song? And the people from Chai Mu Palace didn't come to him, so it should be that Mao San didn't tell himself......

"Stupid, you let them come! I will kill one by one, why bear it alone!" Fang Yang's face was full of unwillingness, his eyes were red, and his huge sorrow turned into surging anger, he only felt his whole body tremble, as if if he didn't do something again, his anger was about to explode his body directly.

Shiki Palace, Shiba Palace!!

Wen Ruohuo felt the chaotic Xuan Qi in Fang Yang's body, and his heart was beating rapidly, this was a sign that he was going to go mad. Once Fang Yang was really invaded by the furious killing intent, it was really possible to fall into the demon.

"Fang Yang! Fang Yang!" he called out a few times in a row, but there was no response.

Seeing that the expression on Fang Yang's face was becoming more and more cold and angry, at this time, he suddenly felt something, his eyes turned, and he shouted: "Over there, there is still a breath of life over there!"

Hearing this, Fang Yang's body trembled, and there was a trace of brilliance between his red eyes, he turned his head to look at the side, and then he saw a small figure pressed between the rubble, although the breath was weak, but it was obviously not dead.

"Little One!" When he saw the appearance of the little figure clearly, Fang Yang's face was instantly awake, he rushed out in one step, and with a flick of his sleeves, the Xuan Qi exploded, lifting all the gravel, revealing the figure of a little girl.

"It's good that you're not dead. Fang Yang hurriedly used the Xuan Qi and crossed into Xiao Yi's weak body, and the Xuan Qi flowed through her dried flesh and blood organs, causing her already defeated vitality to quickly recover. Xiao Yi was not very seriously injured, but he was hit in the chest by a strong qi, which contused his viscera, and under the nourishment of Fang Yang's Xuan Qi, he also recovered quickly.

After a while, the little girl opened her eyes slightly, spit out the word "brother" at the corner of her mouth, and fell asleep again.

However, her physical characteristics have become normal and are not life-threatening.

Fang Yang stood up indifferently and looked at Wen Ruohuo with a small look.

"Fang Yang......" Wen Ruohuo said worriedly.

"This time, I'm afraid I'm going to break my agreement with you again. Fang Yang spoke, he pulled the corners of his mouth, the smile on his face was a little dry, "I am indeed a person who can cause trouble, so this time is no exception." ”

Wen Ruohuo said in a deep voice: "No, it's not just you, I also want to cause trouble this time, let's do it together!"

"No, I don't. Fang Yang shook his head, "It's enough for me alone, you take Xiao Yi with you." He handed the little girl in his arms to Wen Ruohuo's body, "There must be someone who lays a way back, although I am angry, I am not stupid." You go to the teleportation array in Aoki City and open the teleportation array, at this time, everyone's mind is on the martial arts in the palace, and once I appear, they will not pay attention to the matter of the teleportation array, so there is a great opportunity. ”

Wen Ruohuo opened his mouth: "You are alone, it's too dangerous, there are four Tianyang Realm ...... in the city."

Fang Yang said something again, clenched his fists, and turned around indifferently: "There are some things, if you don't do it, it's better to die." ”

Immediately, he said no more, and walked towards the outside of the slum.

Looking at Fang Yang's distant back, Wen Ruohuo was silent, and he always felt that Fang Yang's feeling for himself had changed a lot at this time.

......

In front of the Chaimu Palace, the martial arts battle on the projection mirror was still raging.

This time, it was replaced by a warrior from the firewood palace, and a warrior from the first team fought with the women in the sinking group, and the Xuan Qi was volatilized, brilliant and colorful, and quite eye-catching.

The projection mirror flashed densely packed with crowds, and whenever they saw the two of them fighting fiercely, there would be a sound of friendship, which also made the atmosphere here extremely lively.

And just when the two of them were inseparable, there was a sudden noise among the crowd behind them, and then they saw that the crowd that was originally full of people was like cheese cut by a red knife, quickly falling towards the two halves, and between the crowd, a figure slowly walked forward.

Fang Yang's eyebrows were cold, and the mysterious qi around his body was gushing, like a steel knife piercing into the crowd, and wherever he passed, the flow of people was instantly separated.

Inexplicably, the peace was broken, and many people were also furious.

"Boy!? You're looking for death, don't you have long eyes?"

"You fucking push again, Lao Tzu cut you. ”

"Hey, isn't that who? The kid in charge of the building a few days ago was really domineering. ”

As Fang Yang walked in, those with a fiery temper immediately jumped out, and just about to scold a few words, Fang Yang's right hand was thrown at will, and it slapped on the body of the martial artist, and the fierce power exploded, instantly knocking the martial artist out and crashing into the crowd.

"Damn, looking for death!" Another martial artist's whole body moved, and he was about to rush to Fang Yang, and at this time, Fang Yang raised his head slightly and swept towards him, when he came into contact with the dead and cold eyes, the martial artist's body trembled, and the Xuan Qi on his body quickly extinguished, and he didn't dare to shout and say anything.

Over time, the people who were originally angry at Fang Yang's intrusion were inexplicably quiet, originally more than a thousand people gathered in the palace, but at this time, they pushed a road, which was enough to accommodate the two of them to go straight to the door, Fang Yang stepped by, majestic.

Syllable.

Fang Yang stood in front of the palace gate, he looked up at the projection mirror, saw that the battle was fierce, and then looked at the plaque hanging above the palace gate.

Firewood Palace.

The three big characters walk the dragon and snake, which is extremely gorgeous.

"Hey, what are you doing?" said a firewood palace martial artist guarding the palace gate to Fang Yang.

Fang Yang didn't even look at him, as soon as his right hand was raised, his fingertips flashed out, and he slashed on the huge plaque. The plaque I saw shook, split into two from the middle, and fell high.

Bang.

The plaque fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces, kicking up a cloud of smoke and dust.

After the silence had passed, there was an uproar.

"He—he actually cut off the plaque of the Firewood Palace!"

"The plaque is like a person's face, he said that he would fight, this is to provoke the Chai Mu Palace!"

"This kid is crazy, he's dead. ”

The two firewood palace warriors at the gate of the palace were even more furious: "The kid is looking for death!!"

As soon as the two of them moved, they attacked in front of Fang Yang, Fang Yang didn't dodge at all, he glanced at the two of them coldly, and when the two of them rushed in front of him, Fang Yang took out a blue-veined Xuan soldier in his palm, and the sword light flowed, swishing onto the bodies of the two of them.

The Xuan Qi on the two of them suddenly collapsed, blood sprayed, Fang Yang's sword qi didn't know how many swords were cut out of their bodies, grazing Fang Yang's side and falling to the ground one after another, life and death were unknown......

A person was even more frightened when he looked at Fang Yang.

Fang Yang didn't care about it, after slashing the two of them with a sword, he strode into the palace gate.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared from the palace gate that the quiet crowd was in an uproar.

"What the hell is going on......"

"What happened before, did anyone see clearly?, Lao Tzu, a martial artist in the Early Yang Realm, didn't know what was going on. ”

"I'm afraid something big is going to happen......"

"Look at the projection mirror, you can definitely see it. ”

......

The place of the martial platform in the side hall of the firewood palace.

The leaders of the four major groups were all sitting around the martial platform, quietly watching the competition above the martial platform.

Due to the protection of the magic circle on the martial platform, even if the martial artists of the Early Yang Realm fought with good momentum in it, they did not have to worry about the aftermath shocks affecting them.

At this time, the two people fighting on the martial platform were already elite martial artists in the four regiments. One is the daughter of the head of the submerged group, Chen Birou. One is Song Xing, a strong man from Wuwang Mountain. Both of them are cultivators above the middle stage of the Early Yang Realm, and once they make a move, they are really much more powerful than the previous martial artists.

Song Xingxuan is full of energy, his posture is like a mountain, and his gestures are all strong, and he is a real flesh and body cultivator, and he should not be underestimated. Compared with it, although Chen Birou's cultivation is not weak, it is a few points weaker than his strength. She was holding a blue-veined Xuan soldier, and her sword qi swayed like ripples and water waves, layer upon layer, and under a series of exchanges, the two were inseparable.

"Commander Ba Nian, this Song Xing under your command is a good seedling for refining the body, and the 'Wushan Jue' has already been cultivated to seven or eight levels? Li Jufu squinted and smiled.

Hearing this, Ba Nian was also proud: "That's nature." ”

"Wushan Jue" is what they got in the ruins, the ancient inheritance, the power is undoubted, after the Song Xing got this exercise, he gave up his own exercises, and the speed of practice progress is more than that of the past.

Chen Fu couldn't sit still when he heard him praise Song Xing, but he didn't praise his daughter, his eyes turned to Bai Fan beside Mu Shaohua, and asked: "Captain Bai Fan, aren't you from a kendo family? Your own vision must not be simple, how do you see this set of "Water Ripple Sword Technique" used by my daughter? She likes kendo the most, and she has admired you for a long time. ”

Listening to these half-flattering words, Bai Fan unceremoniously pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed: "Garbage Kendo." ”

Chen Fu's face sank, and he was too faceless to speak like this.

Mu Shaohua said coldly: "Bai Fan, pay attention to the number of courtesies." ”

"Hey, palace master, it's not that I don't pay attention, it's that the sword path she uses is really rubbish. Bai Fan sneered, "Kendo, there have always been many practitioners and few masters. Everyone practices swords, but there are a few who can practice the essence of swords, and most of them are still clowns jumping off beams, just grandstanding. ”

Chen Fu sneered: "In this way, Captain Bai Fan's kendo is the real kendo." ”

"That's nature. Bai Fan said proudly.

When it comes to kendo, he never admits that he will lose.

"At that moment, you want me to see what this so-called real kendo is like!" Chen Fu said in a deep voice.

Between the words of several people, a loud bang rang out.

Then the palace gate was directly shattered, and the warriors of the Firewood Palace, who were guarding the palace gate, splattered blood all over their bodies, and fell into the hall with gravel.

Everyone's words froze, and even the two people who were fighting fiercely on the martial platform stopped the attack in their hands, and looked over there one by one.

"What's going on?!!Who's making trouble!" Jason roared as he appeared from the side. His second team was wiped out, and he was not qualified to participate in this fight, so he happened to be at the gate of the palace, so he was also the first to come out.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, and a figure slowly walked in from outside the palace gate.

Fang Yang held the sword in one hand, his face was as cold as ice, and after walking into the palace and standing still, his gaze swept around, and his voice was calm and deep.

"Today, I will only kill the people of the Firewood Palace!"

The voice fell, and the sword intent moved. R1058