"Boom!"

Hearing an earth-shattering loud noise, a huge and magnificent mushroom cloud rose up in the sky above Long Yuan, and the air waves exploded layer upon layer, the light waves rippled, and the aftermath was endless, flying straight out dozens of zhang away.

Many monks who were slightly weaker in cultivation were even swept away by the huge wave of qi, some were directly shocked to the top of the tree, and some of the unfortunate ones were pierced through their chests by those broken branches, and they died with a whimper.

The huge mushroom cloud grew rapidly, lightning and thunder thundered in the clouds, and nine figures flashed out ghostly, and the patchwork of rotten clothes fluttered in the wind, and several people flew up against the wind, and instantly fell steadily to the ground.

The clouds and mist disappeared sharply, and I saw Zhong Tianming's face pale, he spit out a mouthful of blood violently, and his body fell sharply, if it wasn't for the last fierce force, he would almost fall into the dragon abyss.

Zhong Tianming was holding on to a big tree, almost unable to stand, his eyes radiated a vicious light, and he said in a trembling voice: "You old monsters are waiting for me!"

Then he pointed to Fan Wenkai and said: "Xiao Huazi, you also wait for Lao Tzu, even if you reach the ends of the earth, Lao Tzu will let you die without a place to be buried!"

Fan Wenkai hurriedly said respectfully towards the Nine Immortals of the Yellow River: "The nine seniors have great magical skills, and the younger generations admire them so much. I just watched the nine seniors make a move, and their skills are really good, if the nine seniors do their best, then the little bastard will definitely not be able to climb up now!"

Thousands of clothes, sycophants don't wear, the Yellow River Nine Immortals listened to Fan Wenkai's compliment, and their hearts were extremely comfortable, and they smiled proudly one by one: "Boy, you still know each other, you know how many of us are powerful, that stinky boy thinks that he can beat a few of us with more hands?" Boy, are you interested in worshipping us as a teacher, I think your qualifications are also good, as long as you worship under our Yellow River Nine Immortals, it will not take ten years, you will definitely achieve great achievements and be invincible in the world!"

Fan Wenkai smiled: "The seniors are kind and understanding! I don't want to worship so many masters." ”

The Yellow River Nine Immortals scolded with a smile: "You kid still don't appreciate it, I don't know how many people want to bow down to us, you don't know what to do!"

He turned his head to Zhong Tianming and said, "Stinky boy, what are we waiting for you? next time, I don't want to compare with you with any more hands, even if you win again, it will be boring." ”

Zhong Tianming's teeth were itching, and he didn't want these nine old monsters to still be indomitable and inch by inch. Just now, I was almost hurt by these old monsters, and the original gods were about to go out of the body, if they weren't seriously injured, they could still think of ways to break them.

Seeing that Zhong Tianming didn't speak, I didn't shout: "Boy, next time it won't be a fart, if it's a fart, then you are not our opponent, how can one ass of you be worth nine of us?"

Hearing the sin, he shouted: "Bah, fifth brother, can you think of some good ideas, your fart is long and smelly, don't you think we are miserable enough, if the nine of us fart together, then those mountains and rivers will be unlucky!"

Suddenly, I heard a monk who didn't know what sect it was: "Phew, aren't you old monsters farting now?"

The Nine Immortals of the Yellow River said in unison: "Who? Who is talking, get out of here! Dare to scold us for being old! Ninth brother, do you say we are old?"

Kui Bushou shouted: "We are as young as a flower, who is blind and says that we are old!"

With sharp eyes, he pointed to the crowd and said, "It's the kid in green clothes!"

The speed of the two of them was extremely fast, and they rushed to the Tsing Yi man in an instant, one left and one right, holding the Tsing Yi man, swinging a few times, and preparing to throw it towards Long Yuan.

The man in Tsing Yi was so frightened that he shouted, "What are you going to do?

Fen Budao shouted: "Let you have a hard mouth, dare to scold us for being old?"

The two of them stood up to the man in Tsing Yi, shook it a few times, and shouted at the seven people opposite: "Big brother, catch it!"

After that, he threw the man in Tsing Yi towards Ding Bugou like a monkey.

The man in Tsing Yi couldn't regret it, only to feel a strong force coming, and his body was thrown high, flying straight towards Ding Bugou.

Wang Buzhi and Wu Bukou shouted: "The sixth brother and the eighth brother are eccentric, such a fun thing is only given to the eldest brother, and we don't take into account our other brothers and sisters!

Ding Bugou and Xi Buxiao rushed up, grabbed the legs of the man in Tsing Yi, swiped a few big circles like a turntable, and threw them at Wang Buzhi and Wu Bukou, the two of them smiled happily, and threw the man in Tsing Yi like a monkey to Kui Bushou and Soap Bubai.

After a while, a few people stopped, only to see that the man in Tsing Yi was already foaming at the mouth, his eyes were straight, and he was lying motionless on the ground and didn't know whether he was dead or alive!

Fan Wenkai couldn't cry or laugh, these old monsters are crazy, their mouths are poisonous, they don't know the severity of their hands, and they are extremely difficult, but fortunately they didn't mess with these old guys, otherwise they wouldn't even know how to get out!

glanced at Zhong Tianming again, and found that this kid was hiding far behind the crowd, and seemed to be adjusting his qi to heal his wounds.

If he doesn't adjust his qi to heal his wounds now, even if the treasure is born, he can only watch dryly.

At this time, the sun had risen in mid-air, and everyone was sweating in the scorching sun, and it was almost noon as Huang Huaigu said. The Nine Immortals of the Yellow River lost their fun for a while, and these bored and all the monks stared at the surface of the Longyuan water, as long as the treasure was born, everyone would definitely flock to the top and fight for the blood.

Suddenly, a large crowd of people was crowded at the entrance of the valley, and everyone was obviously attracted by the movement over there, and they all turned their eyes to that side.

I saw the crowd swarming in, one by one, with white-armored dragon helmets and weapons in hand, blocking the entrance to the valley in an instant.

I don't know who shouted: "His grandmother's, the people of the East China Sea Dragon Clan are here! Is this trying to block us in this Luolong Mountain?"

Someone else shouted: "What's so strange about this, this is originally the territory of the dragon clan of other people, we are robbing the treasure in the territory of the dragon clan of other people, and it is natural for people to surround us!"

The man continued: "But there is nothing to be afraid of, we are many and powerful, and there are so many sect monks, and the Dragon Clan doesn't dare to do anything to us, although Ao Qingqing is moody, do you dare to offend the entire monk world in Kyushu?"

Fan Wenkai looked into the distance, but he never found the figure of the dragon god, but he saw that one of the dragon clan army had a long beard and a long robe, and his face was old, it was Ao Wuya!

Behind Ao Wuya, a young man in white clothes and white face, with an extraordinary aura, was Ao Ruoyu.

Unexpectedly, the army of the dragon clan has indeed arrived, and they should already know the scene on the beach, and this trumped-up charge should be cleared up without justification!

Huang Huaigu pretended to be casual and walked to Fan Wenkai's side, and said softly: "Virtuous nephew, fortunately, you are now disguised as a beggar, it is best not to let Zhong Tianming find out your identity, that Zhong does not regret that the power in the Central Plains is monstrous, even Yin Qianshuang Demon has to be afraid of three points, if you offend these two people at the same time, I am afraid that life will be difficult in the future!

Fan Wenkai glanced at Zhong Tianming and said: "There are more such scum in this world, otherwise it will be much more peaceful, but one day, I will step on the heads of these bastards, go straight up, and overlook all living beings!"

Huang Huaigu said with a smile: "The virtuous nephew is so courageous, if you need anything in the future, as long as Uncle Shi can help, Uncle Shi will definitely try his best to help you!"

Fan Wenkai said gratefully: "Uncle Xie!"

The dragon army has surrounded the entrance, and suddenly countless flying horses appeared in mid-air, and it was the famous flying dragon army of the dragon clan!

Those dragon armies waited quietly and didn't speak, and an invisible coercion came over, making the monks more or less jealous.

After all, this is in other people's territory, and they are still picking up treasures on other people's territory, and it is already very face-saving that people didn't rush up to kill them all.

In the face of the heavy army of the dragon clan, everyone was unconscious, still staring at the water.

Fan Wenkai was also anxious, why didn't this damn old man Ao show up yet, on the contrary, he was not so interested in the underwater treasure.

If this underwater is really a divine weapon, will it be one of the nine divine weapons left behind by Emperor Xuan?

What kind of secret are hidden in these nine swords? Let Yin Qianshuang Demon fight hard, and he will get it even if he has exhausted all the tricks.

My father should know about this, and Fan Changge also knew about it, but unfortunately when he was in the ghost world that day, when Fan Changge was just about to tell the secret of the nine divine soldiers, he was suddenly killed by the Styx Ancestor, and Fan Changge died violently. Fan Wenkai, the secret of the Nine Swords, only knows the skin, and Fan Wenkai has no way to understand the deeper secrets of it!

As long as you can rescue Old Man Ao, it doesn't matter if you don't want this baby, not to mention that I don't know what kind of treasure it is, and so many people are fighting here, just the Yellow River Nine Immortals is a headache, and I don't know if there is any peerless master hidden in the crowd.

By the way, none of the four masters in the world came!

The White Emperor is a close friend, Fan Wenkai admires him very much, and he really wants to see him here at this moment.

As for the arrogant and domineering, righteous and evil Qingdi, he also wanted to see his demeanor.

There is also Chu Tianxuan, who is so martial arts, and Weng Zixu, who is a god dragon, who has never seen the end, and has never seen it!

Fan Wenkai immediately asked Huang Huaigu: "Uncle Shi, why don't you seem to see the four masters of the world coming?"

Huang Huaigu smiled: "What, you still hope that they will come, if the four of them come at random, we are afraid that we will not even be able to drink the soup." ”

"I heard that the White God White Emperor Tian has been drunk with music in recent years, and he rarely even asks about the affairs of the sect, that Chu Tian Emperor Chu Tian Xuan is a good martial artist, and he has been in retreat for ten years, it is said that in the cultivation of the ninth level of the Burning Heaven Technique, the divine skill is not successful, he will never go out, that Lin Qingyun has not been seen since the battle with the White Emperor Tian Kunlun, and he does not know whether he has gone to retreat or traveled all over the world, and Weng Zixu has not appeared for nearly ten years. Huang Huaigu spat and gushed.