The steward of Tianji Pavilion had already secretly informed the people in the cold mountain as soon as Xiao De appeared, however, when he saw that the brown luster in Xiao De's beast pupils was getting deeper and brighter and brighter, he knew that it was too late, so he hurriedly stepped forward to protect Chen Changsheng, and then prayed that the cold mountain would react.

That demon clan Tianjiao, who is known for both wisdom and madness, once he decides to make a move, he must have calculated all the reasons. Even if he didn't kill Chen Changsheng, he only needed to humiliate the future Pope, or he would have accomplished the purpose of his trip, but this was not what Tianji Pavilion wanted to see.

There may be some problems between His Majesty the Pope and the Old Man of Tianji, but how can Tianji Pavilion watch the future Pope being humiliated on his own turf?

In addition to this Tianji Pavilion steward, there were dozens of cultivators who held the hilt of the sword on their waists at the same time, and looked at Xiao De vigilantly, as for the previous loose cultivator who bowed to Chen Changsheng, the sword was already in his hand, and his eyes were extremely cold, as if as long as Xiao De dared to make a move, he would be willing to give up his life to maintain Chen Changsheng's dignity.

This is because the vast majority of the dozens of cultivators on the mountain path are Terrans, and they are all followers of the state religion.

How could they allow the future Pope of the State Religion to be humiliated by the Demon Clan?

Xiao De looked at the dozens of human cultivators who were waiting for him, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

His expression did not become solemn, but he put his hands behind his back, looking extremely disdainful.

With this action, his originally not very burly body turned into a mountain.

He looked at these human cultivators, condescending.

He is a true powerhouse, and he has completed his transformation into a star, and he can even faintly see the dividing line between the divine realm and the mundane.

The saint and the eight directions have not yet arrived, except for the top few Great Zhou generals, those big names in the national religion and the mountain gates of various sects, Wang Po, Xiao Zhang, Liang Wangsun and a few other people on the same list, who will be his opponent?

The wind blew from the mountains and forests, rolling up the yellow leaves, bringing an unimaginable coercion.

Whether it was the loose cultivator with the sword in hand, or the dozens of human cultivators who were about to fight, they suddenly found that they had lost the ability to make a move, and even lost the courage to make a move, and the steward of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion also had a great change in expression, and for the first time, he had a strong sense of remorse for the arrangement of entering the cold mountain this time.

Why did the Anglican cavalry have to be forbidden to enter the mountain with Chen Changsheng?

If Mao Qiuyu and the King of Linghai were present, would this demon clan powerhouse still dare to be as arrogant as he is now?

Zhong Hui, who had been standing behind the crowd, turned a little pale, but his eyes became fierce, and he snorted and held the hilt of his sword.

Fold his sleeves and face expressionless, his knees slightly bent, staring at Xiaode's throat, like a hungry wolf, his pupils turned red in an instant, ready to transform.

Chen Changsheng stood at the front, and the coercion he felt was the most real and strong.

It can even be said that at least half of the coercion released by Xiao De is borne by him.

His expression did not change, and he slowly raised his left hand in the whistling mountain wind.

He held a short sword in his left hand, which was an invitation.

The name of the sword is unblemished, and the name of the sheath hides the edge, he is a sword hidden in the sheath, ready to show its true edge.

In fact, whether it was the martial arts exercise in front of the National Education Academy, or the battle with Xu Yourong on the Nai He Bridge, he did not fully show all his strength. At this time, facing the top powerhouse of the free list with the rank of Wang Poxiang, he had no way to do anything to keep his hands.

In the next battle, he didn't know what the ending would be, defeat or doomed, but he wanted to see if he could stab the other party with a sword.

Ten thousand swords in the scabbard, any sword will do

Or, he wanted to try to see if he could slash the person.

One hundred and eight knives of the Enlightenment Society before the Broken Monument, any one of them will do.

Looking at Chen Changsheng's expression, Xiao De's eyes narrowed even more, as if he had become a tiger napping in the sun, but the gaze in his eyes was even colder, and the yellow-brown fierce light was even more tyrannical, he was a little surprised that this person was actually stronger than the rumors, and it seemed that he really had the ability to resist himself for a moment.

"Please let me. ”

Suddenly, a man walked under the mountain road.

The man was dressed in a teal garment, with his head bowed and his voice low, giving the impression of humility, or inability to leave a sense of inadequacy.

The crowd gradually separated, making way for the sudden arrival of the Tsing Yi man.

"Thank you. The man in Tsing Yi lowered his head and continued to walk upward.

It wasn't until they got out of the way that people realized that something was going on.

The qi engine in the previous field had been completely controlled by the aura released by the demon clan master, and no one could move at all, and he couldn't even draw his sword.

Why did this man in Tsing Yi ask everyone to give way, so that everyone could move?

Zhong Hui looked at the back of the man in Tsing Yi, and his eyes showed extremely complicated feelings. At the beginning of today's cold mountain, he met Chen Changsheng, forced to bow his head and salute, and saw so many masters, he who had gained great progress in the past year and was inevitably proud, suddenly understood something.

The man in Tsing Yi walked along the mountain road, seemingly slowly, but it didn't take long to pass through the crowd.

He walked past Tang Thirty-six and Folded Sleeves, brushed Chen Changsheng's body, and then came to Xiao De's side.

Until this point, he was still with his head bowed and his shoulders hunched, and no one saw his face.

Looking at the back of the man in Tsing Yi, Chen Changsheng was a little surprised.

"Please let me. ”

The man in Tsing Yi said to Xiao De, his voice was very low and his attitude was very humble.

Xiaode didn't give way, and his eyes narrowed even more.

He once met a man who liked to wear green clothes, and that person also liked to hang his shoulders.

If he hadn't seen that person, he might have recognized the man in Tsing Yi as that person.

Because in his eyes, this Tsing Yi man is as terrible as that person.

But that person drooped his shoulders, more like a wordless attitude towards the sky, shabby and noble, counting the account in the shop, but the heart of the world.

This man in Tsing Yi drooped his shoulders, which was his attitude towards the worldly red dust, the world in his eyes was full of dead people, and his shoulders collapsed just to facilitate the faster drawing of his sword.

Xiao De didn't know this man in Tsing Yi, and he wasn't ready to give way, and his breathing suddenly became violent, like a mountain wind.

He released all his realm and aura, and the coercion suddenly became more terrifying.

The man in Tsing Yi didn't seem to notice anything, and still stood quietly in front of him, his head bowed, and his shoulders drooped.

The man in Tsing Yi didn't do anything, just stood like that, but it seemed to disappear.

That's the really scary thing.

I don't know how long it took, but the man in Tsing Yi moved, lowered his head and walked towards the top of the mountain road.

Xiao De's expression was cold, his palms came from outside the sky, closed in front of him, and countless sand and stone bark were swept by the wind and slapped towards the man in Tsing Yi.

For a while, the sand and gravel on the mountain road were scattered, the yellow wind was pervasive, and the vision became blurred.

Suddenly, a sword light lit up, illuminating all the wind and sand, cutting through the terrifying coercion. R1148