After a treacherous battle, the Ice Spirit Xuan Arrow flew out of the icy valley and happened to land in Nezha's footsteps.

This scene suddenly calmed down the entire chaotic battle situation, and everyone's eyes were looking at the ice spirit arrow, a pair of eyes were red, and the blazing and greedy look was enough to burn everything to death.

The first to come back to his senses was Nezha, and without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed the ice spirit arrow in his hand.

However, before Nezha could collect the Ice Spirit Xuan Arrow, a burst of cheers from the crowd followed: "Emperor of the East Pole, hand over what is in your hand!"

"Nezha, hurry up and hand over the ice arrow in your hand, otherwise after you leave this place, I will definitely make you look good!"

"Three generations of disciples of the expounding sect, this thing is destined for my Western religion, please hand it over!"

“......”

For a time, Nezha became the target of public criticism.

Everyone's eyes were on him, and those green eyes were like a hungry wolf meeting a fat sheep, ready to move.

Seeing this, Nezha's expression was ugly.

He didn't expect things to develop to such a point, his goal was accomplished, the Ice Spirit Xuan Arrow had already arrived, but now it had become the target of everyone, and the slightest change would cause everyone to besiege it.

The most important thing is that he will not choose to hand over the Ice Spirit Arrow, which means that he will have to face the siege of everyone.

Groaning slightly, Nezha beckoned and put the Ice Spirit Xuan Arrow into his Qiankun bag in front of everyone's eyes, and in the next second, the three heads and six arms were launched, holding a heavy treasure, and said with a full sense of war: "This arrow branch is asked for by the emperor, and anyone who is not convinced can come up and ask for advice!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of all the monks in the audience were gloomy, and their anger was not concealed in the slightest.

Nezha is the top among the younger generation of the Three Realms, but they are not the younger generation, they are all strong people who have been famous since ancient times, and they are so rampantly provoked by a junior, how can they be happy?

Almost instantly, a figure rushed out of the crowd, with his hands behind his back, with a look of a true immortal, looking at Nezha condescendingly and said: "Junior, I am a person of the same generation as Yu Sanqing, I advise you to hand over the treasures, otherwise you will really make a move, and don't blame me for bullying the small." ”

Hearing this, Nezha snorted at it.

He hates this kind of lord who relies on his identity to be a fox and a fake tiger, even if the latter is a pseudo-saint, even if the latter is a hegemon in the outside world, but in this dragon temple, everyone's cultivation has been suppressed to the Great Perfection of Da Luo Jin Immortal, and he Nezha is not afraid of anyone.

As soon as his mind moved, the red tassel spear trembled, and when the spear flowers bloomed, Nezha's eyes burst out with murderous intent: "Where did you come from, you are still in the same era as my ancestor and others, but you are just a pseudo-saint realm, are you afraid of you as the emperor?"

"If you want to oppress this emperor with your identity, you are not qualified enough. ”

"For millions of years, you haven't even reached the Pseudo-Saint Great Perfection, if I had found a piece of tofu and killed you. ”

As soon as these words came out, the old man's face turned blue in an instant.

Although what Nezha said was true, after all, even if the strong people who were handed down in that era could not reach the height of the Six Saints, the vast majority of them were the existence of the Pseudo-Saint Great Perfection.

But what about this person?

Although cultivation is also good among everyone, it is a pity that there is nothing outstanding about it.

But what annoyed him the most was not that Nezha picked out the truth, but that Nezha was provoking his majesty as a junior.

Almost instantly, the old man's hands behind him reached out, and with a wave of one hand, endless mana converged, and the supernatural power covered the sky with one hand.

I saw a huge palm falling from the sky, carrying a powerful power and smashing towards Nezha.

Seeing this, Nezha pursed his lips disdainfully.

Covering the sky with one hand is indeed a magic power that is not weak, but it is precisely because of this that the consumption he needs is huge, and this old man is such a move as soon as he makes a move, which is simply boring for himself.

As soon as his mind moved, the hot wheels under Nezha's feet rotated, and his figure continued to move in mid-air, directly avoiding all the power of covering the sky with one hand with an irregular rhythm.

Bang –

In the next second, a huge palm slapped into the icy valley.

For a time, the glacier collapsed, the mountains and rocks collapsed, and endless ice chips were scattered in all directions.

At the same time, Nezha stood high in the air with his feet on Hot Wheels, looked at the old man condescendingly and said: "The carving insect skills, how can you deal with this emperor with only one hand covering the sky!"

As soon as these words came out, the old man's face was instantly difficult to see the extreme.

To be honest, he didn't expect that Nezha would actually avoid his attack with such a move.

This is in front of many monks, he is poised to blow a blow, and the mana in his body is directly consumed by a full thirty percent, but he does not even hurt a single hair of Nezha, which is simply a great shame.

With a pale look on his face, the old man waved a spear in his hand to appear, his eyes locked on Nezha in mid-air, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Bastard, I want to teach you a good lesson on behalf of your ancestor!"

After speaking, the old man picked up his spear and killed Nezha.

In this regard, Nezha's eyes flashed solemnly, but his mouth was not to be outdone: "On behalf of my ancestor, what kind of thing are you, in case you are inferior to my ancestor in terms of cultivation, even I can kill you, waste!"

As he spoke, the Hot Wheels rotated under Nezha's feet, and his figure instantly greeted the old man.

Three heads and six arms acted at the same time, for a while, the red tassel spear, the mixed sky silk, the Qiankun circle and other things covered the sky and the sun, and the old man was defeated and retreated, and the crown on his head was picked up at the moment of the hand, and the whole person looked extremely embarrassed.

Time flies, the old man fell into a disadvantage under the suppression of Nezha, from the initial equal, at this moment he can only passively defend, the aura of the whole person is dissipated, replaced by endless embarrassment.

Seeing this scene, the monks around couldn't help but sneer: "Rubbish!"

Indeed, the latter has just begun to declare his identity, which can be said to have frightened the vast majority of monks, after all, the contemporaries of the Sanqing Dynasty have survived such a chaotic era, and even a pig is the most bullish pig.

But now?

Although everyone's cultivation has been suppressed, the realm still exists, and in such a situation, the latter was actually beaten by Nezha like this, which shows how deceitful the latter is and how unbearable it is.

The most important thing is that the old man's defeat this time directly led to the loss of face of their group, after all, everyone treated Nezha as a senior before, which ......

At this moment, a gold brick flew out of Nezha's hand and smashed directly on the old man's head.

Taking advantage of the latter's dizziness, Nezha appeared in a flash above him, smashed the red tassel gun in his hand into his back, and shouted in a low voice: "Lie down for this emperor!"

(End of chapter)