"The kid is looking for death!" Xiang Tiange didn't make a move, and the slightly older disciple behind him couldn't help it, and slapped him hard.

Zhang Xiaolin couldn't help but laugh when he saw a martial artist in the early stage of the prefecture level, and he actually wanted to slap himself.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaolin didn't dodge or dodge, the early stage martial artist of the prefecture level felt a tightness in his heart, but his moves were old, so he had to fight hard.

The palm of the hand is under the divine sense, like a slow motion, slowly approaching Zhang Xiaolin's face, many people can't bear to see Zhang Xiaolin's tragic situation, and close their eyes.

The sound of everyone's expectation did not sound, and the palm of the ground-level martial artist was actually grabbed by Zhang Xiaolin.

The ground-level martial artist secretly said that he was not good in his heart, and was about to withdraw his palm, when he suddenly saw a wind blade flash, and his palm was completely left in Zhang Xiaolin's hand.

"Ah...... My palm ....." The ground-level martial artist screamed, shocking the audience!

I didn't see Zhang Xiaolin move at all, and the palm of a ground-level martial artist was cut off, leaving a bare arm with blood flowing.

Xiang Tiange looked at it, and hurriedly grabbed the arm of this ground-level martial artist, and when he looked at the port, it was clearly a sharp blade cut, the incision was smooth, and even the straight bone and radius of the arm were cut off by a brush, which showed how sharp the hidden weapon in the young man's hand was!

"What kind of secret weapon do you use?" said Xiang Tiange angrily.

"Do you want to know? Why don't you try it too? Zhang Xiaolin said with a smile, threw the severed palm in his hand to the side, and took a step forward.

Xiang Tiange's body flickered, stretched out his hand to catch the severed palm, and said hatefully: "I'll clean you up later." After speaking, he hurriedly clicked a few fingers on the arm of the ground-level martial artist, stopped the bleeding, and pulled the ground-level martial artist to run towards the crowd.

Zhang Xiaolin saw that Xiang Tiange actually grabbed the broken palm, and couldn't help but be stunned, could he still pick it up? It seems that the Shushan faction should not be underestimated!

Everyone on the top of the mountain looked at Zhang Xiaolin at this time, and they all looked at him with a strange gaze, as if he was looking at a dead person.

You must know that the Shushan faction is the first hidden door in the world, this time there are a few half-step innate martial artists, and the cultivation is also at the ground level, Zhang Xiaolin actually chopped off the palm of the Shushan disciple with one hand, it seems that there is a good show.

Jueyuan didn't care about chatting with others at this time, and hurriedly ran over and said, "Holy Maiden, what's going on?"

"It's okay, a few barking dogs have been driven away by Xiaolin. Nalan Ningyan saw Zhang Xiaolin standing up for her, and she was secretly happy in her heart.

"How many dogs? I think they look like they belong to the Shushan faction?"

"Yes, it's Shushan that sends a few dogs. ”

"Alas!" Jue Yuan couldn't help but sigh, secretly regretting that he shouldn't have gone away, if he was here, maybe he wouldn't have caused trouble.

Everyone was completely speechless when they heard Nalan Ningyan talk about the Shushan faction being a dog barking indiscriminately, it seems that people don't take this as the same thing at all, when did the Tianchi faction, which has always been low-key, become so good?

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd, and suddenly there was a fog at the top of the mountain, and the thick fog seemed to rise from the valley.

Zhang Xiaolin saw that the fog was very abnormal, as if it was controlled by someone, after rising from the valley, it condensed on the edge of the top of the mountain and became thicker and thicker, but it did not disperse, and after a while, the dense fog condensed into a large circular ball, and the middle of the big ball suddenly recessed, as if it was a gate.

Everyone looked at this strange scene and took a few steps back.

Zhang Xiaolin swept it with his divine sense, and found that there was an iron chain in the dense fog at some point, extending to the opposite peak.

The two peaks are not far apart, it should be less than a mile away, and Zhang Xiaolin remembers that this iron cable seems to have been absent before the dense fog came up.

Just when Zhang Xiaolin was puzzled, the recessed part in the middle of the ball formed by the dense fog was finally all transparent, and a semi-circular doorway clearly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Among the ten hidden sects, belonging to the Weishan faction is the most weird, they have never walked the rivers and lakes, nor will they walk around with other sects, but the older generation of each sect is like the head of the family, elders, they have dealt with the Weishan faction before, it is said that after the Weishan faction had an accident many years ago, the mountain has been closed for fifty years.

At this time, there was a slight sound from the other side of the chain, and two gray-robed ground-level martial artists actually walked over from the opposite mountain peak on the iron chain.

Nalan Ning cigarette box Xing'er gasped, what can I do? With their skills, it is impossible to walk over the chain. At such a distance, in such a high valley, there is no prefecture-level cultivation, unless it is a professionally trained tightrope walker, you can pass through.

Prefecture-level cultivators have already faintly grasped the general trend of heaven and earth, and they only need to occasionally exert their efforts in the middle to fly over the past, but like the two of the Weishan faction, they come from the iron lock with laughter and laughter, but it is not the same. Because the two of them couldn't look at their feet at all, the person in front of them turned around from time to time to compare something.

This requires a certain amount of psychic ability, which is similar to the divine consciousness of a cultivator.

Soon, two gray-clothed monks came out of the chains.

"Master Hongnin!"

"Master Hongqing!"

Several familiar people immediately stepped forward to say hello.

The two monks shouted a Buddha horn, and Master Hongren said softly: "The donors have come from afar, and the poor monks have lost their welcome, and they are rude, Amitabha!"

The voice didn't seem to be loud, but everyone on the top of the mountain could hear it clearly, and Zhang Xiaolin said secretly, these two monks are not simple.

"Poor monk Weishan Hongren, this is my junior brother Hongqing, the two of us came to greet your benefactors by the order of the master of Daoxin, behind us, is the mountain gate of the Weishan faction, only the martial artists above the ground level, the first spiritual power, can walk across this chain bridge, below the ground level, do not try it easily, fall down but the abyss. In addition, the fog of this gatehouse is poisonous and should not be contaminated, remember. ”

Only prefecture-level martial artists who have cultivated above can walk across the chain bridge, and two-thirds of the people present can only stay here and wait.

Nalan Ningyan looked embarrassed and looked at Master Jueyuan helplessly.

Master Jueyuan said: "The Holy Maiden should have a token of the fairy grandmother, give it to them, and let them find a way to take you over." ”

Nalan was stunned for a moment, how could she have any tokens?

At this time, Xing'er suddenly stepped forward and said, "Holy Maiden, didn't Grandma Fairy let you say a word when she went out?"

Nalan Ningyan thought about it for a while, it seems that there is such a thing, Tianchi Immortal Grandma saw Nalan Ningyan in the retreat place, and told a lot of things, as if she was standing on the top of the mountain, she just shouted: "Lishan is old, meet Master Daoxin." "You can go in.

Nalan Ningyan immediately stepped forward and said to Master Hongren: "Lishan is old, if you want to meet Master Daoxin, please make it convenient for the master." ”

Master Hongren opened his eyes as if he had been electrocuted, and said, "This female benefactor, how many of you are?"

"There were five of us, and the little woman and three others couldn't cross the chain bridge. ”

"It's okay, I'll call someone to pick it up. ”

Master Hongren stretched out his hands, slapped three palms into the fog, and after a while, a sedan chair actually came out from the other side of the iron cable, and two monks ran over as if they were carrying the sedan chair.