Huangfu Yan's heart moved, it turned out to be a firearm, and he didn't know how powerful it was.

It's just that they didn't sacrifice this big killing weapon until this time, and I don't think the number is too much. But he also knows that the destructive power of firearms has never been small, and martial artists are still mortals after all, and I am afraid that if they are not careful, they will be blown up and crippled for life. Huang Fu Yan looked at the black projectile in the hands of several treasure tree kings with interest, and he didn't see any leads, but he couldn't understand the principle of the explosion of this thunderbolt fire bomb for a while.

The warriors in the rivers and lakes are like carps crossing the river, but you see the one who dares to blatantly oppose the court. Since the invention of gunpowder, it has long been applied to the military. The Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall in Jiangsu and Zhejiang is one of the firearms yamen of the Great Song Dynasty, and there are many kinds of explosive weapons such as gunpowder arrows, thunderbolts, and earth-shaking thunder.

It's no wonder that after listening to Fang La's explanation, everyone was secretly on guard and looked nervous.

"The sect leader of the sect is really extraordinary, this is an artifact that belongs only to our Persian arch-sect, and under the radiance, it is all scorched earth. Mingzun, I will ask you again, are you willing to sincerely bathe in the glory of the archmaster?!" said the Great Sage Treasure Tree King arrogantly.

"Hmph, don't be ashamed, the Sprinkle family wants to see your so-called artifact!" Deng Yuanjue said angrily.

"Hey, it turns out that there are also this kind of bald people in the Eastern Branch!" Several other Treasure Tree Kings were also vigilant.

Fang La and the others were all inexplicable, how did they know that when Zoroastrianism couldn't get along in Persia, they tried in vain to preach in Tianzhu, and they were beaten by the masters of the Tianzhu Bodhi Society, and their noses were blue and their faces were swollen, and they fled in embarrassment. At this time, Deng Yuanjue's dress was exactly the same as the Tianzhu monk described by the previous generation of disciples. Even if he has a big killing weapon in his hand, he will inevitably be on guard. In fact, how did they know that in the Indian Peninsula at this time, the Bodhi Society, which was at its peak, had long disappeared with the decline of Buddhism, but the Buddhism that spread in Middle-earth was spreading its branches.

Deng Yuanjue was a violent temper, and the Persian crowd was a "bald man", and he was so angry that he jumped violently and shouted: "The barbarians bully me, eat me a hundred Zen sticks first." Then he wheeled up his staff and ran over.

Wang Yin hurriedly pulled him down, the thunderbolt made people tremble when they heard it, and if they made a reckless move, they would inevitably make a disgrace.

Fang La said gloomily: "What if I don't belong to the sect of the Chief Sect?"

When the Treasure Tree Kings saw it, they thought that Fang La and the others were shocked, and shouted: "If you don't submit, let you be buried under the artifact, and even that soul will not be able to go to the realm of light, and you will sink in hell forever." ”

Fang La's eyes flashed with coldness, and he was threatened by a group of barbarians, which was a great shame!

Wang Yin, known as Xiao Zhuge , caught a glimpse of Huangfu being calm and relaxed, and soon discovered something strange. Listening to the tone of these people just now, this emperor not only retreated with his whole body, but also killed one of the good players, and his heart moved, knowing that these people had not used this thunderbolt before. With a straight face, he said with a smile: "It's just gunpowder, don't you know that this thing was originally invented by my ****? What's more, if you guess well, the number of this thunderbolt in your hand is not much!"

Hearing that what they regarded as an artifact actually came from this mysterious eastern country, the Persians were skeptical. After listening to Wang Yin's words, his face turned pale and he was calm.

The number of thunderbolts and fireballs is indeed small, and if it weren't for that, they wouldn't have chosen to use poison, which is an inferior and unpopular method. The Persian archivist must have accumulated more than these artifacts over the past few hundred years, but they have crossed the Middle East, once detoured to the Western Regions to return to Hui, and clashed with the local Zoroastrians, and most of the firearms were consumed there. Although the sect there was deterred and recovered, and the three envoys of Fengyun and Yue were sent to stay in the town, the local sect had long since ceased to be at its peak, and it was still a long time to survive, so it really didn't have much effect.

Fang La must have laughed in his heart, and said, "It's not impossible that we want us to help you fight against the infidels?"

"What, the sect leader really understands the ......righteousness," Hestia couldn't help but be overjoyed when she heard this.

Before he finished speaking, he heard Fang La continue: "As long as His Excellency the Pope marries me, Manichaeism in Middle Earth and Zoroastrianism in Persia will naturally become one family, and that ......"

"Presumptuous!" the Treasure Tree King's face changed greatly, his face turned red with anger, and he scolded.

"You ......" Hestia looked angry, her face was frosty, and she was trembling all over, pointing to the sect leader who looked like a gentleman in her eyes.

The Persian Zoroastrian religion stipulated that the head of the church must be a virgin, and anyone who lost her virginity and violated the rules of the religion was to be burned to death. Fang La's words really challenged everyone's bottom line.

Fang La didn't care about everyone's reaction at all, staring at the beauty in front of him. Seeing that her complexion is very white, with apricot eyes and peach cheeks, she is indescribably beautiful, compared to a woman in the Central Plains, she is also good-looking, and she loves it even more.

Huangfu didn't think about it, but secretly smacked his tongue, not expecting that Fang La actually wanted the old cow to eat tender grass. This Persian pope looked like he was no more than twenty-four or five, but his martial arts were more than one step better than Fang La, and he didn't know if he would still be so confident when he saw Hestia's martial arts in a while.

Sure enough, Hestia finally became angry and cursed: "Shameless, suffer death!" The figure had already turned into a light smoke in the air, killing Fang La like lightning.

The Eleventh Treasure Tree King held a heavy weapon in his hand, and he couldn't hold on to the Manichaean people, and he didn't move for a while. Huang Fu Yan stood aside, obviously not wanting to get involved in the bad things that Fang La had done, but watched it with great interest.

The red sword shadow quickly surrounded Fang La, but there was not the slightest sound of breaking the sky. As far as kendo comprehension is concerned, the emperor is also proud of Hestia.

As soon as the two fought, Fang La's face darkened. Between desperately parrying, he couldn't help but look at the emperor outside the field, and said in his heart how these young people are more powerful than the other, it's really strange. Looking at Huangfu Yan with relish, without the slightest intention of helping, Fang La had already scolded his mother in his heart. It's just that the stinky girl in front of him is really amazing, and every move and style restrains him everywhere and makes him tired of coping.

The great shift of the Persian authentic Qiankun to the great shift of the Qiankun of the upper Middle Earth, the high and the low are immediately distinguished. What's more, Hestia's great shift was already a big step above him. The six holy flame orders around Fang La's body had already surfaced, but the Hestia sword was one, and it was no worse than the previous emperor's death.

Hestia turned and jumped, her face awe-inspiring. With a clear sound, he raised his sword and stabbed it, and the strength of Qiankun surged, and the fallen leaves suddenly flew away. Holding the sword in both hands, he poured all his strength, and there was a kind of "heavy sword without edge, great ingenuity and no work".

"Puff puff!" three swords in a row, stabbing at Fang La's heart. The three Holy Flame Orders had already been shot down to the ground, and Hestia was at this moment with one sword and one sword, desperate and pressing forward step by step.

Fang La couldn't help but retreat again and again.

Huangfu Yan saw the light in his eyes, and faintly guessed the mystery of her swordsmanship, and actually put her soul into the sword and refined a peerless sword.