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A punch slammed out and smashed into Fatty Bo's face!

"Hold the grass!"

"Hold a grass!"

"Hold a big grass!"

"Don't shake Bilian!"

"Despicable villain, shameless!"

......

There was a commotion in the crowd, and they scolded excitedly.

Nambovan took several steps back, stomped his foot, stopped, and shook his dazed head in a daze.

Stretched out his hand and touched his hot nose, Dingqing looked at it, holding the grass, it was all blood!

"Ahhh

"You despicable villain! I'll tear you up. ”

Nanbo Wanqi shouted, the cultivation around him bloomed, and one after another spiritual power appeared outside the body, a sign of gathering spiritual realm!

Striding towards the Nightless!

A piece of spiritual power wrapped around the fist and attacked the night in the face!

"Gravel Fist!"

Seeing that the night was not moving, Nanbo Wan was overjoyed and increased his strength again.

One meter!

Half a meter!

The fist is less than half a palm away from the Night's End!

Suddenly, the fat man's pupils contracted, as if he had seen something incredible.

His fist was blocked by a scarred palm, and the punch came to an abrupt end!

"It's too slow. ”

Ye Wuya clenched his backhand, grabbed Lanambowan's fist, turned his body, and threw it violently into the sky!

The fat man flew thousands of times into the sky like a sharp sword, and in a moment the fat man had broken through a hundred meters in the air!

"Ahhhh

The crowd looked blankly at Nan Bowan, who was sent to the sky by the second kill, and felt a chill in his heart, how much strength does it take to throw a fat man of three or four hundred catties to a height of 100 meters?

"Ahhh

The fat man let out a scream like a pig, so miserable that his throat was about to be torn.

"Sect Master, do you want to make a move? At this height, relying on the strength of the Four Heavens of the Nanbo Wanju Spirit Realm, if it falls, it is very likely that he will die on the spot..."

On the top of another mountain, the Seventh Elder asked a woman beside him.

The woman looked in the direction of the martial arts platform where Ye Wuya was, and said lightly: "No, he should know the proportions!"

"Ahhh

Nan Bowan's excited snot flowed, his face was blown beyond recognition by the strong wind, and the fat on his face trembled constantly.

The whole person flew to an altitude of 100 meters and began to fall.

Fifty meters!

Thirty meters!

Ten meters!

Ye Wuya moved, and with a slam of his left foot, the ground suddenly split like a spider's web, and the whole person rushed towards Nan Bowan like a rocket.

"It's over!"

Nan Bowan closed his eyes in despair, this is going to be the end.

"Sect Master, if you don't make a move, it's too late!"

The Seven Elders looked at Ye Wuyan, who was rushing towards Nan Bowan, and shouted at the sect master beside him again.

"Don't be impatient!"

The sect master said lightly, his voice was extremely beautiful, like a lark.

"Fat man, gather the spirit and keep one, the spiritual power is twisted inside, and the dantian ...... turned"

Ye Wuya quickly said to the fat man, this secret method of sound transmission was also learned in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, condensing the sound into a line and transmitting it to other people's ears!

Although Ye Wuya only turned over his medical skills on the surface, don't forget his powerful divine sense!

Under his cover-up, even the deputy sect master didn't notice it, and in less than a month, he had already imprinted all the records of the Scripture Pavilion into his mind.

These are all carried out in secret, even Jiang Xiaoxiao doesn't know that the method of using this divine sense is seen from the lid of the coffin!

He touched the area of the coffin lid with his divine sense, and the method of using his divine consciousness was transmitted to his sea of consciousness.

This is also the reason why Jiang Xiaoxiao was specially put away when he came out.

He suspected that the coffin lid was engraved with countless immortal secrets, and only a person with a huge divine sense could discover the mystery in it, and Ye Wuya was the person with a huge divine sense.

Just a discovery in the corner made the power of his divine sense grow by leaps and bounds, just like a monitoring head, even if he closed his eyes, he could see it clearly!

The power of divine consciousness is even more than 100 meters, of course! It is the kind that rotates 360 degrees without dead ends!

He speculated that the coffin lid and coffin should be a complete set of ritual vessels or something!

It's a pity that he doesn't have any more to gain for the time being.

"Let's go!"

Ye Wuya grabbed the fat paper in the air, with his arm as the force, the waist as the axis, and the momentum as the ground, and took the fat man to turn over a few times and threw it into the sky again!

"Spin! Jump!"

Night Boundless shouted.

"Ahhhh

The fat man's screams pierced the sky again!

After repeating this a few times......

"Sect Master, that disciple's spiritual power seems to have condensed a lot!" the Seventh Elder said in disbelief.

"Hmm!"

......

"Bang!"

The fat man smashed on the ground, foaming at the mouth, and passed out completely.

On this day, there is one more person (monk) who is afraid of heights!

Ye Wuya clapped his palms, showed an evil smile, looked at the inner disciples below, and laughed "hey, hey, hey".

The ugly scarred face of Ye Wuya and this evil smile made the inner disciples below tighten their butts!

The crowd "whooped" and all took a few steps back.

"Is this man the devil?"

"It's just that the fat man was prostrated by him. ”

"And spit out so many bubbles!"

Nightless Night: "

Playing empty? Spit bubbles? Lao Tzu didn't drive, Lao Tzu didn't go crazy!

Play with your ball!

"Thou, thou shalt come up to me!"

Ye Wuya pointed at a female disciple viciously and shouted!

As if frightened, the female disciple took a few steps back again, shaking her head like a rattle.

"You, and you, you and the others!" Ye Wuya pointed to four or five monks from the Nine Heavens of the Gathering Spirit Realm this time, with a very arrogant attitude and infinite scenery!

The crowd took a few steps back again, and the five people were left behind in an instant!

They looked at each other blankly.

"Can't get on?"

"Can the five of us beat it?"

"Why don't you go first?"

“......”

The five of them hesitantly pulled each other, with the experience of the fat man, they could clearly judge that Ye Wuya was definitely a monk above the Gathering Spirit Realm, at least they couldn't kill the fat man in seconds.

These five people stood in place, neither advancing nor retreating!

Ye Wuya looked at the hesitant few people, and licked the fire again, "If it's a man, don't grind and chirp like a woman!"

"Hold the grass, it's not enough, is it tolerable or unbearable!"

"It's a matter of men's dignity. ”

"I don't think they're men!"

Several female disciples in the crowd whispered.

At this moment, it was like stabbing a hornet's nest, and the disciples who were named by Ye Wuya took out the swords in their hands!

"Rush!"

The five of them danced with swords and picked up the martial arts stage.

Surrounded by the endless night, forming a circle!