Under this magnificent curtain of light, the short old man sat alone at the head of the city, looking down at the view of the high mountain.

The man in black, who was pleasantly teasing the charming woman in front of him, instantly looked up, as if he was facing a great enemy, and heard a hoarse and sadistic sound from a distance.

After that, two people turned into Changhong and stopped on the top of the mountain with the momentum of trampling on the void.

Kong Xin'an of Juxian Academy, Ding Qiu, a man with a sword on his back.

In a solemn meaning, a large white bowl that covered the sky and the sun fell from the sky, and the three of them were directly detained in it.

The short old man swept down from the sky, scratched the chicken nest on his head slightly, and smiled at the three nondescript people in front of him: "You plan to come one by one, or go together to report to Lord Hades." ”

Without waiting for the three of them to speak, the old man smiled again: "The old man is more reasonable, and he is more about money, who can come up with something that makes me happy, it's not that he can't leave his life, don't worry, think about it." ”

The white-clothed demon fox looked at the magical thing that had turned into an ordinary white bowl, although he was a little shocked, but he was more afraid of the person in front of him, like this kind of suppressive thing that directly covered dozens of miles, not to mention that he had seen it, he had not even heard of it.

She twisted her waist and two fingers to pinch out an orchid, and said softly: "I don't know who the predecessor's surname is, and which mountain is from?"

The old man shook his head, took a step forward, the mountain shook and swayed, as if he had been pressed down an inch, and said with a slight smile: "I have lived too long, I have forgotten my name or something, if you want to say a nickname, my master used to like to call me Hei Dan the most, does this count?"

Jiu Niang was immediately dumbfounded.

The white-faced Xiaosheng shook the folding fan and sneered: "Then the senior is so sure that my family master will lose, and the three of us can't break this light curtain, or even have no backhand?"

As far as the eye can see, the undulating mountains have all been suppressed by at least an inch, and the momentum is beyond everyone's imagination.

The short old man's face turned solemn, and he slowly stretched out a hand forward, and when several people did not react, he directly grabbed the collar of the white-faced Xiaosheng, pulled it back and pressed it in front of him and said with a smile: "A guy like you is riddled with too much karma, and someone will come to clean you up in the future, but small punishments are still indispensable." ”

During the words, the short old man gently flicked the man's forehead with two fingers, and after a muffled sound, the white-faced Xiaosheng was like a heavy blow, kept rolling and twisting on the ground, and finally turned into a white python hundreds of meters away, crashing around in dozens of miles of mountains, a large area of mountains collapsed, and the sound of shattering resounded in the sky.

After hitting back and forth, the snow-white python spread out a hundred meters and plunged into the river, stirring up a curtain of water hundreds of feet high.

Roll up a whirlpool in one place and plunge headlong into the water.

After a while, a white-faced little student came out of the water, his face full of disbelief, "How is it possible, it's just a finger, and it hits me alive." ”

The short old man didn't look at the humble appearance of the demon just now, but turned his head to stare at the other two with a scrutinizing gaze, and quipped, "What do you want to say?"

The woman in white named Jiu Niang saw this situation and swayed, she wanted to make a killing move with two fingers behind her, but seeing the old man's playful appearance, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and lost her momentum.

The burly man with a beard stepped forward one step at a time, his body was shocked, his arms were like horns, and his feet stepped on, and his fist hit the short old man like a star.

But when the anger sank, before the punch reached his body, he was slapped down with a heavy palm by the old man with messy hair like a bird's nest.

Then a golden palm pressed down again on the place where the man fell, palm after palm, earth and stones flew together, and spring thunder exploded.

Buzhou Mountain descended more than 100 feet.

And the tall man with a burly figure was caught in a horizontal gap in Buzhou Mountain, covered in blood.

The short old man withdrew his hand and smiled slightly, and exclaimed: "It's a good job, hesitation will lead to defeat, but anger is the way to death." ”

The old man looked at the slanting sun in the distance, and did not care about the white-clothed fox demon who had lost eight points, Mu Ran raised his hand, and the large white bowl in the air gently returned to the palm of his hand.

After a moment of calm, there was a dragon roar, and a black-scaled dragon with two horns on its head hurriedly flew from the white bowl, swinging its body and swimming in the sea of clouds, and behind it was a white-haired rickety old man holding a ring ruler and taking off several dragon scales.

There was even a tall man who kept waving the rusty iron sword in his hand, and the mighty sword qi struck one after another like a waterfall.

The sea of clouds separates a straight avenue.

The sky was covered by dark clouds, and after the thunder, it rained heavily, and the black tortoise swept the wind and rain in front of it, spewing thunder beads from its mouth, trying to knock the golden light curtain above its head into a way to escape.

But the result was that after a few blows, the golden light curtain was a little dimer, but it did not have the tendency to collapse.

Then the three of them stepped into the air, and the two of them formed horns to sandwich them in the middle, and the short old man stood above his head to protect the formation.

Ding Qiu's chest was stained with blood, but he was still extremely chic.

He stared straight at the dragon demon, held a sword in front of him, and said with a hearty smile: "The surname Kong, if we really slaughter a dragon genus, it will not be famous in the world?"

The white-haired old man's clothes were a little wrinkled, and the ring ruler in his hand was even broken.

If it weren't for the suppression in that white bowl, it would not be easy to injure this dragon.

He exhaled and said loudly: "Fame is not my heart, just to get rid of trouble!"

The tall man grinned and whispered softly in his heart, "Hypocrisy." ”

Looking up again, a sword slashed open, and the golden sword qi rose and fell, straight up to the sea of clouds.

The short old man also laughed and said, "Why bother. ”

Under the tail of the black-scaled dragon, the thunder swept in all directions, and after instantly scattering the golden sword qi, it turned into a man in black, and said fiercely and angrily: "Do you think you can really keep me?"

He stretched out a fist and slammed it into his chest, followed by a loud and distant dragon roar from the sky.

The short old man then stretched out his hand and slapped it upward, shouting, "It's not good, kill quickly, or the old guy may come." ”

Kong Xin'an threw the ring ruler in his hand and threw it at the cloud head, and threw out a golden talisman.

Ding Qiu also stared at him, and turned around and drew a sword light, only a trace of it, but it was extremely powerful, and the sea of clouds retreated everywhere he went.

The three of them shot at the same time, and several powerful breaths directly attacked the black-clothed man in the middle.

But suddenly the dark clouds above everyone's heads became denser, and the torrential rain was like a note, and lightning and thunder roared from time to time.

A scaly finger like a mountain descended from the sky, angry and hideous.

The golden curtain shattered, turning into a silver compass and then into a gray donkey, with tears in his eyes.

The wooden ruler burst into the palm of the old man's hand again.

As for the sword qi touching the giant finger, it instantly turned into nothing, and there was no sound.

The short old man looked up, staring somewhere as if to verify a thought in his mind.

The man in black immediately swam up from the gap, and the white-faced Xiaosheng and the white-clothed demon fox behind him also went straight to the clouds, and disappeared in a flash.

A deafening sound sounded in the sea of clouds.

"Disperse!"

The three of them were immediately pushed back by an invisible force for more than a few thousand meters, and when they came back to their senses, the dark clouds had dispersed and everything was calm.

Ding Qiu spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted angrily: "What kind of monster is this!"

Kong Xin'an was also a little puzzled, how could there be such a monster in the world, it was incredible.

The short old man sneered, led the gray-haired donkey who was still crying and walked to the two of them and said with a smile: "It's not that simple, just now I stared at that place, it was just a moment, and I felt that some power of time appeared on that giant finger, it should be as I thought, an existence like them, you can't just shoot casually, otherwise it will naturally disappear." ”

Ding Qiu wanted to say more, but as soon as he opened his mouth, another mouthful of blood spurted out.

He immediately sat cross-legged in the academy, swallowed a pill, and then swallowed and healed.