Zhao family.

Hall.

The atmosphere plummeted to freezing point.

The real person of the Jindan level, in the eyes of ordinary people, is the immortal god who can move mountains and reclaim the sea.

At this moment, the real person was angry, and the entire hall seemed to be enveloped in cold.

"Just you?"

The ancestor of the Zhao family looked down, his tone was cold, and he said: "The young man who is weak and can't help the wind, with the protection of two martial arts triple grandmasters, wants to ask for justice on the old man's side?

When Zhuang Ming heard this, he chuckled, but took a step back.

Smell the drought and step forward.

The aura of convergence suddenly burst out.

The blood that soars to the sky, the blazing might.

In the entire Zhao family, no matter people or animals, but all living beings, they all felt palpitations.

In the hall, the tables and chairs seemed to be lifted apart by an invisible wave of air, and they immediately collapsed.

"Childe?"

Wen Han's eyes were cold, and he was cold, and he read it again, asking for the meaning of the son,

Zhuang Ming said lightly: "I waited for the door-to-door visit for the sake of courtesy, and now if we can't talk about it, it's time to salute first and then soldier." ”

Hearing the sound of the drought, he rushed towards the ancestor of the Zhao family, who showed a frightened look in front of him, and punched it over.

This punch blasted out, and the momentum rolled!

The roof of the Zhao family's hall seems to be about to be lifted!

——

In the middle of the West.

The local official who was in charge of the order was receiving a young man with a long sword on his back.

However, at this moment, the order on his waist suddenly lit up and flickered.

"This ......"

The Lord was shocked: "When did such a master come here again? The other party who made the move was the ancestor of the Zhao family?"

The young man with the long sword on his back frowned, and said, "Ancestor of the Zhao family?"

Lord Zhengling nodded and said: "Judging from the position of Zhengling, it is where the Zhao family is located, and the momentum of the other party seems to overpower the ancestor of the Zhao family. ”

The young man with the long sword on his back waved his hand slightly, and said: "I have an old relationship with the predecessor of the Zhao family, and I was going to visit, so I can't sit idly by, so let me suppress this matter, and don't be impatient." ”

When his voice fell, he had already turned into a piece of light, flying towards the sky.

Xidi Zhengling hesitated, but remembered that this person was from an extraordinary background and was an outstanding handsome man at the top of the list, so he also put his mind at ease, and simply gave up the mobilization of troops and horses, and only called his subordinates to go in a sedan chair.

With the blessing of Zhengling, his ability is no less than that of the ancestor of the Zhao family.

If you add soldiers and horses, it will be even stronger.

But compared to this young man, it is still far inferior.

If even this true disciple of the True Yuan Sect can't suppress the scene, how can he suppress it?

Unless it is where the first mansion of the Zhongyuan realm is located, where the royal city is located, even if it is just the surrounding boundary, the power and power of a place are comparable to the first mansion of the Nanyuan realm.

——

There is no suspense in this battle.

Zhuang Ming didn't make a move.

Wang Zhen hugged the white eagle and took a few steps back.

And Wen Han directly suppressed the ancestor of the Zhao family.

When it comes to skills, smelling drought can also be listed at the top of the list.

And the ancestor of the Zhao family, regardless of age, just by virtue of cultivation, the top 200 people on the list are enough to choke.

This battle was fought by the drought.

The hall of the Zhao family was in ruins.

The beams broke, the columns broke.

The masonry turned to gravel, and the tiles flew everywhere.

The ancestor of the Zhao family didn't have time to use too many Dao techniques, and he was no longer able to attack, so he had to use Dao techniques to protect himself.

Finally, there was a bang!

It's all collapsed.

Wen Han swept away the ruins, and only then did he bring out the old ancestor of the Zhao family, who was depressed and weak.

"Sixteen breaths. ”

Wang Zhen opened his mouth, and his heart was extremely shocked.

For him, the ancestor of the Zhao family was a mountain that was difficult to cross, a fairy-like figure, but after Lord Wen Han made a move, he only took sixteen breaths and captured him.

And Zhuang Ming looked at the ruins all over the ground, his expression was calm, and his eyes fell on the ancestor of the Zhao family.

This ancestor of the Zhao family, after all, is also a figure of the Jindan level, if it is placed in the Dongsheng Dynasty, the blessed land of Jusheng Mountain, which has no method, no immortals, and no joint attack array, is indeed an existence above the world.

With the background of the Dongsheng Dynasty, no matter how many ordinary troops and no matter how many divine crossbows there are, they can't hurt him.

But nowadays, vulnerable.

It's not that the ancestor of the Zhao family is too weak.

It's that the smell of drought is too strong.

"He's only a thin line away from Zhenxuan. ”

Zhuang Ming thought like this, exhaled, and said in his heart: "Don't talk about the suppression of blood, but in terms of cultivation, he may only be inferior to me." ”

——

The ancestor of the Zhao family was still in a trance.

He wanted to receive distinguished guests, hunted around, saw a white eagle, and was about to hunt, but the white eagle ran away.

Now it has attracted three people.

I thought it was just three ordinary people.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be three masters who had concealed his perception.

Whether it was this horizontal refining god and demon who made a move, or the sickly young man who seemed to be bland, they all concealed his perception of the Jindan level.

He was an old man who was shrewd, and he didn't expect that the other party was actually hiding his breath, which made him misestimate his skills.

knew that the person who came to seek revenge was so powerful, how could he dare to have the idea of killing people and destroying his mouth?

If you knew this, you would have exhausted the Zhao family's heritage, and you would apologize for your sins, why did you end up like this?

"There is a wrong, there is a debtor, the old man's business, the old man has carried it himself, spare my Zhao family. ”

"You hurt my White Eagle first, and then you want to attack us, I can't spare you today, but the people of your Zhao family will see if they want to die or live. ”

Zhuang Ming stretched out his hand and waved, and the phantom of the dragon hidden in his sleeve instantly turned into reality, and the real body of the dragon in the dantian was exchanged.

Just waiting for Wen Han to kill this old man with a palm, and devour the other party's Neidan.

However, above the sky, a sharp light suddenly came.

Smelling the drought, he fell backwards, and his feet fell back.

The sword light fell to the ground.

In the ruins of the Zhao family, there is a deep scar, slender and bottomless.

The ancestor of the Zhao family, who was already desperate, suddenly showed surprise on his face.

And above the sky, a man fell.

This person's body was radiant and upright, carrying a long sword, and his eyes were bright and cold, and he fell on Wen Han's body.

"Who dares to meddle?"

Wen Drought shouted in a deep voice: "Can't you find death?"

The person who came looked cold, and said: "It's not bad to refine gods and demons, but a loose monk like you who has no sect or sect is used to mixing in the outside world, and if you really refine the body of gods and demons, you will be better than the cultivation of the Jindan level?

He stretched out his hand and waved it, and said coldly: "This seat is the third true inheritance of the True Yuan Sect, Chen Feiyang. ”

When the words fell, I saw him with his hands behind his back, and his posture was high.

Wen Han frowned, scratched his head, and asked, "It's only the third?"