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Fang Caiying and Feng Tongming couldn't have imagined that Fu Songcheng would suddenly come up and talk.

Just when the second daughter was slightly stunned, Fu Songcheng smiled again, he took out a snow-white feather fan, and waved it in a chic manner: "The two junior sisters should be here to participate in the warm-up match for newcomers from the East Six Kingdoms, right? In this way, when the game starts, you can sit next to me, and let Brother Fu and I guide you a few hands to ensure that you can defeat your opponent......"

Fu Songcheng gushed endlessly, and Wei Jingtian and Xu Lilong next to him were frowning.

"Hehehehe! What Senior Brother Fu said is extremely true. The two junior sisters, Senior Brother Fu's cultivation has entered the middle stage of the Martial Dao Ninefold, and his combat power is comparable to that of the late stage of the Martial Dao Ninefold Master, with his guidance, you will definitely be able to defeat the opponent. The young man of the country next to him echoed Fu Songcheng.

"yes, yes. Another young master of the Moon Kingdom glanced at Wei Jingtian, Xu Lilong, and Zhang Ye contemptuously, and said, "The strongest of your defense countries is Wei Jingtian." Among the younger generation, Wei Jingtian can only rank seventeenth. And Senior Brother Fu is a top five master, with his guidance, the two junior sisters will definitely be able to become famous in the six eastern countries. ”

"Hey, hey, hey, it's time to communicate more. The other young man laughed.

Several young masters of the Moon Kingdom didn't take Wei Jingtian, Xu Lilong, and Zhang Ye in their eyes at all when they spoke, and they could say whatever they wanted. No matter how good Rao is Wei Jingtian and Xu Lilong's cultivation is, when these young people say this, their faces change greatly, and their fists clenched loudly.

Fang Caiying and Feng Tongming's faces also changed slightly at this time. They are all geniuses among their peers, and although they are beautiful, no one has ever dared to say anything to them. Now a few young masters in the Moon Kingdom, you are talking to me every word, you are obviously teasing them, how can they bear it.

Fang Caiying's face sank, and she said, "Fu Songcheng, stay away from me!"

Wei Jingtian also said in a deep voice at this time: "Senior Brother Fu, everyone is a disciple of the True Palace, it's not good for you to do this?"

Fu Songcheng didn't raise his eyelids, he hahadaxiao, and said: "Hahahaha! Wei is shocking!

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Wei Jingtian and Xu Lilong's eyes. However, both of them knew that Fu Songcheng's identity was not ordinary, and they inevitably had scruples in their hearts, and they didn't dare to really do it.

Seeing that Wei Jingtian and Xu Lilong didn't dare to attack, Fu Songcheng became even more presumptuous. He dodged and stopped in front of Fang Caiying and Feng Tongming, with an evil smile on his face, and was about to speak.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came: "Get out!"

With the sound, Fu Songcheng felt the emptiness behind him suddenly shook, and a huge liliang suddenly came from behind. This liliang is domineering and sudden, if Fu Songcheng is hit by this liliang, then he will have to lie in bed for the rest of his life.

"Who!"

Fu Songcheng couldn't imagine that anyone would dare to attack him on the street, he shouted angrily, and the feather fan in his hand suddenly swept out backwards, just hitting the liliang.

"Boom!"

This Liliang is amazingly domineering, and with the strength of Fu Songcheng's Martial Arts Ninth Middle Stage, it can't be completely resolved. His whole person was bombarded by this liliang and flew forward more than ten feet, knocking down more than ten pedestrians in a row before stopping, and his chic and outstanding image ceased to exist.

"It's terrible liliang!Who the hell attacked me!" Fu Songcheng turned around in shock and anger, and saw a young man in Tsing Yi standing in the heart of the street, with a domineering and sharp momentum all over his body. At this time, the young man in Tsing Yi was looking at him coldly, and that kind of emotionless look made Fu Songcheng's heart feel terrified.

This young man in Tsing Yi is Zhang Ye. He had been walking in front just now, and when he heard that this Fu Songcheng was endless, he shot without saying a word. If Fu Songcheng's reaction just now was a little slower, even if his cultivation was strong, he would be crippled by Zhang Ye.

"You dare to make a move at Senior Brother Fu, boy, you are so bold!" At this time, the young master of the Yueguo country stepped out in one step, stepped in front of Zhang Ye, and said contemptuously: "A person in the early stage of the Ninth Martial Dao actually dares to make a move at Senior Brother Fu! Boy, do you know how the dead word is written?",

As he spoke, the man grabbed Zhang Ye's shoulder with one hand.

During this period of time, Zhang Ye was silently comprehending the knife and punch in the tip of the knife. Affected by the sword intent and fist intent, Zhang Ye's personality has changed unconsciously, becoming much more domineering and direct. At this time, seeing the shoulder that the other party had grabbed, Zhang Ye's eyebrows raised slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Look for death!"

As he spoke, Zhang Ye's shoulders suddenly moved, and he slammed into it like a meteor.

After being tempered by the ancient dragon power and the ancient elephant power, Zhang Ye's body was much stronger than that of ordinary people, and the liliang of the physical body alone was no less than two million catties. At this time, Zhang Ye's shoulder hit, and the liliang in his body erupted like a torrent, and the young master of the Moon Country was caught off guard, and he was frightened.

"Roar!"

This month, the young man of the country roared, and the palm of the hand that was grabbed was forcibly withdrawn. At the same time, his body twisted and retreated backwards at lightning speed.

His reaction was fast enough, but he still underestimated Zhang Ye's means. One of Zhang Ye's arms suddenly rose up, and he slashed out casually!

Self-created combat skills - a sword to break the clouds!

After these few months of cultivation, Zhang Ye's comprehension of the sword intent has deepened a bit. The sudden shot of the cloud-breaking knife was like a meteor coming from outside the sky, with an indescribable artistic conception.

"Horn!" This young man of the Moon Kingdom, who was a ninefold martial artist, was instantly slashed in the shoulder by Zhang Ye, and the whole person flew out like a sack. After flying forty or fifty feet, the man slammed into a wall, blood spurting out of his mouth, and he was obviously seriously injured.

Fu Songcheng was taken aback, and the young masters of the country in those months were also stunned. They never imagined that Zhang Ye would be able to knock a martial arts ninefold master away in the blink of an eye. Although the young man of the country was a little careless when he made a move this month, after all, he was a master of martial arts and ninefold, and he was defeated by Zhang Ye in one face, which was too unacceptable.

And Wei Jingtian, Xu Lilong, Fang Caiying and Feng Tongming were also taken aback at this time. They knew that Zhang Ye's strength was very strong, but they didn't expect that Zhang Ye would be able to downplay and knock a martial arts master away. This ability is already beyond the master of the middle stage of the Martial Arts Ninefold!

"Okay, good, I can't imagine that Your Excellency has not only cultivated to reach the ninth level of martial arts, but also is a master of body refining, I, Fu Songcheng, are blind today. But you beat the people of our Moon Kingdom, you must give me an explanation today, otherwise you don't want to step out of this Darong City!" Fu Songcheng took a step abruptly, and the momentum on his body locked on Zhang Ye from afar.

Where Zhang Ye was willing to show weakness, not only did he not retreat, but instead stepped out and forced Fu Songcheng forward.

"Ha! The master of the True Hall of the Patriotic Kingdom and the master of the True Hall of the Moon Kingdom have started fighting!"

"Where? Quick, let's go take a look!"

"Hehe, the master of the martial arts ninefold fights in the street, this has to be seen. ”

"Huh, isn't this person Fu Songcheng, the first person of the younger generation in the Yue Kingdom? Who is that other person? It looks like the momentum is not under Fu Songcheng!"

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This street is a main road, and there are many warriors coming and going. Zhang Ye and Fu Songcheng confronted each other on the street, attracting the attention of thousands of people, and the onlookers quickly blocked the street.

Zhang Ye is a determined person, and no matter how many people watch, it can't affect him. He ignored the crowd of onlookers, and walked towards Fu Songcheng step by step, the ground shook with each step, and the momentum on his body increased by one point with each step.

"The momentum on this person's body is so domineering! This kind of momentum is like an ancient Holy Emperor, ordinary people don't even have the desire to fight in front of him!" Fu Songcheng sensed the momentum on Zhang Ye's body, and his heart was slightly shocked. However, Fu Songcheng is a great master in the middle stage of the Martial Dao Nine Folds after all, and no matter how amazing Zhang Ye's performance is, he is only a person in the early stage of the Nine Folds of the Martial Dao. Therefore, although Fu Songcheng was shocked but not confused, the true qi in his body was running, and a more powerful momentum surged out in an instant, far away from Zhang Ye's domineering momentum.

"Zhang Ye!" Fu Songcheng's body was filled with a faint layer of white light, and the whole person seemed to be in a layer of moonlight. He stared at Zhang Ye who was walking over, and said coldly: "I, Fu Songcheng, today, will vomit blood from you within ten moves, and breathe a sigh of relief for my companion." ”

The corners of Zhang Ye's mouth showed a faint hint of ridicule, and his feet didn't stop at all, forcing over step by step.

As he approached step by step, the vast and domineering momentum on Zhang Ye's body became stronger and stronger, as strong as substance. With Fu Songcheng's conceit, he didn't expect Zhang Ye's momentum to be so amazing, his face suddenly became solemn, and the feather fan in his hand emitted bursts of white light under the destruction of the True Palace.