"Whoa......

"Whoa......

"Whoa......

At this moment, a strong wind rose and sand and dust rolled in. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Everyone hurriedly covered their noses and mouths, and the boiling cheers were buried in the hustle and bustle.

Just when everyone was feeling strange about the inexplicable wind and sand, a hoarse and thick voice resounded through the sky.

"The old man didn't come, the owner of this Huangya list can't be decided!"

The sound shuttled through the smoke clouds, and a white shadow swept by, and then fell abruptly on the high platform.

The man was wrapped in a white robe, with curly white hair, a pair of dark eyes that were bottomless, but they were full of crystal light, and his cheeks were rippling, crumpled and sticking to his facial bones, giving people a cold feeling.

Seeing this person, everyone was slightly stunned, if this person came out at night, it would definitely make people scared, because he looked too scary.

Zhuo Yifan's heart in the audience was suddenly shocked, because he was very familiar with this person's appearance. He felt like he had seen him more than once in different places, and he couldn't remember who it was.

And just as Zhuo Yifan was thinking about it, the Huangya messenger wearing the golden lion mask slowly stepped forward, and when he saw that he was extraordinary, he asked him, "Who are you?"

The white-robed man smiled coldly and said, "Hehe, I can't imagine that I can't come out for more than ten years, and no one in the world knows me!" He shook his head and lamented: "Sad!

"Who are you? There's a competition going on here, don't you want to make trouble?" said the man in the golden lion mask.

The man shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Don't dare, don't dare, although I dare to go against the people of the world, I don't dare to go against the old man Huangya!"

"In that case, then you are still pretending to be a ghost here! Hurry up and leave, don't delay the progress of the Huangya Bang competition!" said the man wearing the golden lion mask.

The man slapped his white robe and snorted coldly: "Without me, this Huangya Bang martial arts competition is not the highest level of martial arts!"

"What do you mean?" said the man in the golden lion mask.

"I want to participate in the Huangya Bang competition!"

"Hehe, the Huangya Bang competition is not something anyone can participate in if they say they can participate, do you think you have enough weight?" The envoy of the Golden Lion Mask took a few steps forward and said coldly.

"Haha......" The man turned around, his face was like ice, looked at Situ Hongyu, and said jokingly: "This person can participate, why don't I?"

"He's the leader of the Righteous Qi Alliance! Of course he can participate!" said the Golden Lion Emissary.

"What kind of righteous alliance? bullshit! a group of people who deceive the world and steal their reputations!" the white-robed old man scolded.

When everyone in the audience heard this, their brows furrowed, this ugly old man dared to scold the righteous alliance openly, and they all felt incredible for a while.

Situ Hongyu was a little injured, and before he could speak, someone in the audience shouted at him.

"Bold, dare to insult our righteous alliance!"

And this is the head of the Jinyun faction, one of the eight major factions of the Righteous Qi Alliance.

The white-robed old man turned around, looked at Ping Buping with a cold gaze, and said coldly: "I didn't expect the head of the Jinyun Sect to be so angry!" After speaking, he swirled in his hand, and the black gas in his palm quickly condensed.

Then he shouted, "Let me lower the fire for you!" In the middle of his sleeve, a black palm print flew out of his palm and slapped into the uneven direction through the air.

Ping Buping raised his eyebrows, and suddenly saw the black palm coming, and hurriedly urged the internal force, and the palm around the palm made a noise, waving his palm.

"Bang!"

As soon as the two were connected, how did they know that the opponent's palm power was too strong, and Ping Buping was instantly shocked by the black palm several feet away, and he spit blood and fell to the ground.

"Shhh

The onlookers were all shocked, this palm actually beat the Jinyun faction to the point of vomiting blood, the ugly old man in front of him is really undisguised and invincible!

Ping Buping was beaten in the chest, and said in surprise: "Shadow Demon Sand, you are a member of the Demon Sect!"

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but take a step back in an instant.

"Hehe! It seems that the head of the Jinyun faction has a big temper, but his memory is quite good!" he looked at the palm that had just been beaten, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that my Shadow Demon Sand, there are still people who remember!"

Ping Buping covered his chest, straightened up slightly, and said with a panicked face: "Who are you? What do you have to do with Nangong Qingtian!"

The white-robed old man looked up to the sky and smiled: "Haha, I didn't expect you to remember Nangong Qingtian!"

"Of course I remember, Nangong Qingtian is a scum, if he hadn't run fast back then, maybe he would have been killed by my own hands!" he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Although I didn't kill him with my own hands, but he was seriously injured, even if he ran away, it is estimated that he will not survive!"

"How do you know he won't survive?" said the white-robed old man.

"Haven't you heard of it! The tree is falling and scattered, and his Optimus Sect is long gone, this is not an obvious thing, and I am still going to finish it!"

The old man clapped his hands and said, "Beautiful! The head of the Jinyun Sect not only has a good memory, but also a good reasoning!"

Since you are a member of the Demon Sect, you must have come this time to avenge your sect leader, right?"

When everyone heard this, they suddenly felt a sense of horror, the Demon Sect appeared in the rivers and lakes again, and it appeared at this time of the Huangya Bang competition, and suddenly everyone was in danger.

The white-robed old man smiled and said, "Revenge is true, but it's not for the Nangong Sect Master!"

Hearing him say this, he raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that you are going to set up your own portal and regain control of the Heavenly Sect!"

"He is not self-reliant, because Nangong Qingtian is not dead at all, and of course he will not avenge himself who did not die!"

At this time, a weak voice came out of the stage, and that person was Situ Hongyu.

"Situ Alliance Master, you mean him...... He is Nangong Qingtian!" said the head of the Jinyun Sect in surprise.

Situ Hongyu slowly closed his eyes and nodded to them.

When everyone saw this, their faces suddenly became like frost, and they all began to tremble.

Zhuo Yifan only then figured out that this white-robed old man was Nangong Qingtian, the scary old man in the Yongde Inn, no wonder he looked so familiar.

Seeing Nangong Qingtian's face, Zhuo Yifan seemed to have returned to the dark and windy night that night, and he saw Nangong Qingtian sitting in front of the coffin and rattling the bell to the bloody corpse......

Thinking of this, his back began to feel cold, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Huya next to him looked up at him and said puzzledly: "Brother Yifan, you are very cold!"

Zhuo Yifan pointed to the old man on the stage, and said in a trembling voice: "This ugly old man loves to be with dead people! He likes to hurt people with ugly monsters and drink blood!"

As soon as these words came out, Huya's eyes suddenly widened, and he was also startled by this.

For a while, everyone said a lot, and those who leaned on the front even began to retreat, presumably all frightened by Nangong Qingtian. (To be continued.) )