"Just a real person... What are the qualifications ... ”

There was silence in the venue, only Xiang Yang's two words slowly echoed there, Qi Guang's face turned from red to white and then from white to red, and he yelled: "Shaft, insult my master!"

He wanted to make a move, but Brother Jing had already rushed over and squeezed directly in front of him, and his broad chest was pushed up.

"What's the matter? My little item is telling the truth, are you going to beat someone? Come on, come on, hit Lao Tzu here... If you can't kill me, you don't have the ability!If you die, let the colleagues in Northern Shenzhou see how the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion bullies the weak! You are a master of nine turns, you have lived for hundreds of years, and you have lived to be a dog?"

Brother Jing seems to be five big and three coarse, but he is actually not stupid, he has seen Xiang Yang smash Feng Wu and Feng Tong into pulp with one stick, and even the Supreme Elder of the Ling Tian Sword Sect at the peak of the ninth turn was also disgraced by him, and now that he is back, what are you afraid of? You Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion disciples are amazing? Lao Tzu is not afraid!

Qi Guang almost choked to death by his words, the long sword Huo Huo behind his back was beating endlessly, but in the end he still held back, now that there are so many people present, he is embarrassed himself, he can't lose the face of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, who doesn't know that the elder who led the team this time is the best one?

He held back his anger and looked at Brother Jing, brushed his sleeves away, stood beside the monk of Kongsangmen, and said in a cold voice: "Since this is the case, then just follow his wishes, why don't you start?"

As soon as Xiang Yang appeared, the monk named Jing Xia Hui was coldly there, and he had been standing for a long time with the mallet in embarrassment. Yes... ”

"Quack, what the hell is calling!" a cold snort sounded.

Everyone, including a few Nine Turns monks, was shocked, only to see a black light flash, and the well Hui flew out with a long scream, so many pairs of eyes watched, no one could see how Xiang Yang made a move, the key is that until now, he was still holding the little girl in his arms and never let go, and the whole person was even squatting with his back to the field.

"Who's next? It's said to be the Yuan Infancy, right? It's you?"

Xiang Yang stood up casually, put the little girl down, smiled at Hu Shan, handed it into his hand, turned around and asked lightly.

The monk with the folding fan was looking in the direction of his fellow door, and when Xiang Yang asked, he turned his head and saw a pair of cold eyes, for some reason, his heart suddenly twitched, and he couldn't help but say: "No... Not me... ”

As soon as the words came out, he felt that something was wrong, and he blushed again and nodded: "It's me!"

Xiang Yang shook his head and sighed: "What is not me and mine, are you all fools in the empty Sangmen?" Okay, just take it as you!"

Before the end of the word 'bar' fell, the black light flashed again, and then, a layer of blue light flickered in front of the folding fan monk, but even if it was shattered, then a muffled snort came, and it also flew straight out, in the air, a few points of white light flashed, and when it landed, it was a few bloodshot teeth.

This folding fan monk usually maintains it well, and his big teeth are white and delicate, and the rows that fall on the ground at this time are neat and neat, and they are also very beautiful.

This time, they were blocked by the blue light, and those Nine Turns Cultivators could barely see Xiang Yang's movements clearly, and they all gasped.

The distance of more than ten zhang is in an instant, and without any magic weapon, he directly smashes the opponent's defensive armor with a punch, and then knocks the person away... Let's not talk about the speed, let's just say that his fist is harder than the magic weapon?

Others don't know, but the nine-turn old man of the Empty Sangmen knows, this folding fan monk is his proud disciple, one of the most outstanding geniuses of the Empty Sangmen, and this armor on his body is also given by him, it is the pinnacle magic weapon!

Is this guy a human or a beast?

Still in amazement, Xiang Yang's voice rang out again: "If it's two wins in three games, I think it can be over, if not, who is next?"

The direction of his finger was the direction of the Nine Turns Old Man.

The audience was stunned, a monk in the Dan stage provoked the late stage of the ninth turn, which was like a rabbit showing off its might in front of the evil dragon.

But such a ridiculous thing was so natural to say it in Xiang Yang's mouth, as if it was just a trivial matter.

It is true that no one dares to laugh at him, after Fang Cai's two shots, who will really regard him as a monk of the Dan period?

You know, the second one who was beaten by him with a punch was a Yuanying peak monk...

The old man looked at him with a solemn expression, hesitated, and still stood up, logically speaking, the empty mulberry sect lost two games in a row, and it could indeed be over, but just like that, the entire sect was afraid that it would become the object of ridicule of others, and he would never be able to raise his head again, how could he bear such consequences?

He took a deep breath and said, "In the next... ”

Just said two words, only to see that the young man had already shook his head: "I don't have any interest in knowing who you are, I only know that you want to rob me of the residence of the Floating Jade Sect." It's very simple, if you beat me, we'll move, and if you can't win, you'll leave something behind... You have to pay a price to make trouble, don't you?"

"Something, what do you want?"

"I look at your poor and sour appearance, I guess you can't come up with any treasures, so let's simply gamble, I'll let you get some cheap, if I lose, this willow spirit god is yours, if you lose, five hundred top-grade vitality stones are good?"

As soon as Xiang Yang's fingers turned, a green oval-like object circled lightly around his fingertips, and then, a cloud of light shrouded the entire palm.

"The willow spirit... Millions of years of thunder willow has not been transformed into a demon to produce a treasure of heaven and earth, this... ”

The eyes of the nine-turn old man immediately turned green, for a wood-based nine-turn high-level cultivator, this was simply the temptation of the devil, with it, he even had absolute confidence to directly impact the peak of the nine-turn.

"How about it? Five hundred top-grade vitality stones aren't many, right?" Youdao is wealth is not exposed, but Xiang Yang didn't seem to care at all, and took the willow spirit back in his hand and asked one by one.

The heart of the nine-turn old man also swayed, this willow wood spirit god is very fragile, if it falls to the ground, the wood gas leaks out and it will be ruined.

But in this way, he also died of the idea of grabbing it directly, but what is the concept of five hundred top-grade vitality stones?