The scene above the council hall naturally fell in the eyes of many people, and when the spear in the man's hand showed its might, everyone present had a shocked look on their faces.

"Ground Rank!?Medium Grade!?"

Xianxu Zhenren, who also noticed the scene above the council hall, couldn't help but exclaim in his mouth, his expression was shocked and full of disbelief.

At the same time as the real people of Xianxu exclaimed, the fiery spear in the man's hand in the distance had already struck with a golden pen spear in Fengyang.

"Ding"

The two spears with a huge difference in size, the moment the tip of the spear was on the tip of the spear, in a long sound of gold and iron, the man's fiery spear seemed to be effortless, and he broke the wind and gold pen spear from the tip of the spear, and after a crackling sound, the man broke the spear from the end of the golden pen spear, and then stabbed the golden inkstone in front of him without fading.

With the same ding, the man's fiery spear hit the golden inkstone, still the same as when it hit the tip of the golden pen spear before, and he didn't pause for a moment, just like a needle puncture tissue paper, the whole spear was submerged into the golden inkstone.

The moment the golden inkstone was broken by the fire spear, the golden inkstone shattered into a puff of gold dust and fell from the place where it was broken, this scene fell in the eyes of everyone It was very brilliant and beautiful, but what everyone had in their hearts was just a deep chill.

Feng Yang, who was hiding behind Jin Yan, already knew what happened to Bai Hongbi in the Hongru Double Treasure at the moment when the first sound sounded, and his heart was even more frightened, and his body trembled even more violently.

Until the sound of Jin Yan sounded in front of him, Feng Yang was so frightened that his body shook violently, and the fear in his eyes was almost like a substance, but it was a touch of determination that crossed it, and then his body retreated slightly, staring at Jin Yan in front of him, and stretched out his hands to make a false hug.

"Bang"

With an inaudible sound, the pupils of Feng Yang's eyes shrank, staring at a red-hot sharp corner in the golden inkstone in front of him, and his hands and feet suddenly exploded into four thick blood mist at the moment when the red sharp corner appeared.

The moment the three blood mist burst out, they rushed towards the red sharp corners that came out of the golden inkstone, and they wrapped the sharp corners tightly like wisps of red silk.

The remaining blood mist also turned into wisps of scarlet silk threads, and swept towards the wind, until its flesh, which had lost four fingers, wrapped into a mass of scarlet blood, and then the red light turned into a red shadow and left to the west, extremely fast.

The man in front of Jin Yan, when the spear in his hand paused, a flash of shock flashed in his eyes, and then in the blink of an eye, the spear had returned to normal, and when he stabbed forward, the shock in the man's heart retreated a little.

When the man broke the golden inkstone into the sky and sprinkled it with gold dust, and the phantom of the Baizhang Qilin running wildly behind him disappeared, the red shadow turned into by the wind was already a hundred zhang away, and after a few sharp twists and turns, it had turned into a faint red dot and disappeared.

"Demon Body Substitute!?"

Looking at the wind in the distance, the man muttered, and then when he turned to look back, he glanced at the golden person in the distance, a demon with a faint green light, and two huge Yanglong fire people, and after a flash of doubt in his eyes, he looked at Sun Donghai, who had a shocked look on the door of the hall, and said with a smile: "You are late." ”

In the distance, because there was a cold and glamorous woman driven by the Yanglong Fire Man beside him, ordinary monks did not dare to step forward, and the monks of the Jindan period were lacking in skills, but they were leisurely, so they had to find a battle group to fight, and the two Qingyunmen disciples beside him followed the woman to chase and kill the monks of the three sects of Chongxumen, showing a very happy appearance. Hot Books

"Pretending guy!"

Seeing the man in the distance standing with a gun, looking majestic, the woman said disdainfully, and then her apricot eyes crossed the golden Chen San in the distance, and a touch of admiration appeared in her eyes.

When the two Qingyunmen disciples beside the woman heard this, they smiled bitterly in their hearts and did not answer.

In the Qingyun Gate, there can be a woman who dares to sarcastically mock the man in the distance like this, only Yan Qingyu, who has been known as the stunning Qingyun since she started, and has been known as the Qingyun Stunning since she started, and this woman is a high-grade wood spiritual root and a talented mid-stage foundation building monk.

Yan Qingyu's sarcastic person, Yang Fan, who is known as the first handsome man in Qingyun Sect, has a heavenly fire spiritual root, and his talent is also among the top, and he is the third successor of the current head of Wang Chaoyang.

It's just that in such a radiant generation, there is still such an outlier as Chen San, which makes everyone's proud light completely covered by it.

is also a first-generation entry, Chen San is considered to be a well-qualified one among all his peers, far inferior to Yan Qingyu's top-grade spiritual root, and even less comparable to Yang Fan's heavenly spiritual root.

is such an ordinary Qingyunmen person, after the five-year meeting of the Zhenshan faction became a blockbuster, everyone thought that he had fallen in the ensuing chaos.

In forty-three years, ordinary monks have been able to cultivate to the foundation building, and they are already one of the candidates for the next head of the ordinary sect, and Qingyunmen has produced two Jindan monks at once.

Today, forty-three years later, Chen San, who cultivated as a Jindan, returned with the power of earth-shattering, killing seven Jindan monks in a row, and his supernatural power against the Yuan Infant Stage monk Xianxu Zhenren, and his physical body against the Snake Emperor of the Great Demon Body of the Fusion Period, which was even more speechless and shocking than the sharp edge of the five-year meeting that year.

In contrast, Yang Fan, who had a heavy blow and retreated from the Jindan period with one blow, was the power of the treasure, and compared with Chen Sanyi's various magical powers that had captured people's hearts since he appeared, he was naturally inferior.

Not to mention anything else, just the two people like mountain fire that Chen San condensed, one of them was fighting a Jindan stage monk without falling behind. And when Chen San condensed the third fireball, he was hit by a move that was difficult for Xianxu real people to prevent, causing the third fireman to fail to form and come out.

Even if three Burning Men are Chen San's limit, how speechless it is to be able to drive three Burning Men monks who can fight against the Jindan Stage monks alone at the same time.

This kind of earth-shattering supernatural power, if it weren't for the disciples of these great sects who were present before Chen San appeared today, they really didn't believe that there would be such an amazing supernatural power in the immortal cultivation world, just like the rumored true immortal spells.

Glancing at the sky above the council hall in the distance, a fiery spear and a blazing dragon spear hit each other in pairs, and the eyes of the two Qingyunmen disciples turned to one person and one demon not far away.

At this time, Chen San and the ghost, this person and a demon didn't know how many blows their bodies had fought for, and the sound of the golden iron striking was almost never broken, which made the ears of the nearby monks feel abnormally painful, and they only felt better with spiritual power in their ears.

Among the people and demons, Chen San has always been cold-eyed, but the expression on his face is wooden, like a shocking golden body that does not know sorrow and joy.

On the contrary, the ghost snake was more and more shocked in Yue Zhan's eyes, the scale armor on the snake's body peeled off a lot, and the traces of dark green blood flowed down, and whether it was claws and tails hitting Chen San, or being punched and kicked by Chen San's punches and legs, there was a trace of pain in his eyes, and he looked very embarrassed.