Zhu Aotian hurriedly shrank back, but found that the hand holding him was extremely powerful, and he couldn't avoid even the spitting stars, so he had to nod and smile with a fishy smell.

He was impostor Zhao Yun's identity at this time.

After all, Zhao Yun, the captain of the first patrol team of the Zhushen Pavilion, knows this information to the world, and he can only play impostor if Zhu Aotian is pushed out.

The middle-aged man frowned quickly and unknowingly, pulled Zhu Aotian with one hand, laughed loudly, and said happily:

"I've been waiting for a long time, come on, come quickly, our King Di Ling is also looking forward to it. He exerted a force on his hand, only to find that the other party was motionless, and a terrible coercion fell like a giant scythe, sharply stabbing his wrist.

Although there were no scars on the surface, the middle-aged man knew that if he didn't withdraw his hand, it would probably be no hand in the future, so he immediately retracted his hand in a hurry, and the old orange-like wrinkled smile on his face disappeared.

Zhu Aotian smiled on his face:

"This stretch looks much more pleasing to the eye than just now, so, do you Di Ling want to try my color?"

As a god, suppressing the contemporary, naturally there is no need to be too polite, if it is to treat each other politely, then pay attention to mutual respect, Di Ling arranged such a middle-aged old orange, and he was spitting and pulling and pulling, and his strength came to the end of the Xuan level, and it was clear that he was tempting.

Try the color of the gods, Zhu Aotian sneered on his face, and he didn't know who gave them the courage.

And Zhao Yun and Wen Daodan, who followed behind, their faces remained unchanged, although the other party was suspected of provocation, but the guys who were not at the god level only said that force was an ant for them, and there was no need to be angry about it.

At this moment, a black figure came from outside, he walked very slowly, his steps were steady, and his whole body was covered with a special temperament, as if as soon as he appeared, even the air became indifferent.

This is an old man, dressed in a black robe, loose and casual, his face is a little dark, there is no smile, and he is plain.

As he entered, a slight stench dissipated.

The black-robed old man spoke, and the stench in the air was a little stronger, and it was actually his tone: "I am the Di Ling Empire's great praise for Shi Hugui, and everyone in the Zhushen Pavilion is here, and it is not welcome." ”

He himself didn't seem to smell the smell, he was very calm, but his eyes looked directly at Zhao Yun, completely ignoring Zhu Aotian who was at the top of the line.

... He saw it, no, it seems that my feeling is right, this old ghost has broken through the god level, but he didn't expect that it was the Di Ling Empire that came out of the god level first, which is troublesome.

The slight overflowing energy beside Zhao Yun expelled the stench, his expression remained unchanged, and he looked at Shi Hugui quietly, waiting for his next words.

As his name suggests, Shihu is like a tiger, with bad breath and a short temper, but he walks silently on weekdays, which is not eye-catching.

At this moment, when he broke through the god level, it was the time when he was most proud, and when he saw that Zhao Yun actually didn't answer, the temper in his heart rose up slowly, and a burst of ice suddenly appeared in the air.

"Hmph" A burst of blue light swept by, and a burst of coercion swayed on the sacred mountain, directly suppressing Shi Hugui's arrogance.

Although the instrument spirit is subject to its own nature, and the same level is far less powerful than ordinary gods, it can be seen that Suifeng is not at the same level as Shi Hugui, and being stronger is enough to make Shi Hugui suffer a small loss.

Shi Hugui snorted coldly, feeling the difference in rank, but he was not stunned, and as soon as his hand flipped, there was an extra frying pan.

This frying pan is very extraordinary, made of divine materials, the pot is inlaid with three gems, emitting wisps of divine might, just look at the breath, this is a powerful divine weapon, theoretically the same level as the sacred mountain, just a master and a masterless, if you touch, the sacred mountain will suffer. 51 beautiful

But the scene is not only self-esteem sacred mountain, Zhao Yun saw the frying pan, his eyes suddenly became playful, he glanced at Wen Daodan beside him, and suddenly said in a low voice:

"You are full of divine fire, I see that you still owe a pot, I'll give you the whole one, and you can stir-fry at any time in the future." ”

Wen Daodan looked confused, he didn't understand this logic at all, but he heard Zhao Yun shout violently: "Isn't this my junior sister's frying pan, old thief, you actually dare to steal the things of our Zhushen Pavilion, return it quickly, this is my junior sister's favorite stir-fry pot." ”

Zhao Yun rushed out while shouting, the blue light on his body flickered faintly, but it had already awakened the power of Yunhai Lanjia, and his right fist was wrapped in the fist glove, which could be said to be indestructible.

Shi Hugui didn't expect that there would be a sudden two-on-one opposite, as soon as the pan was raised, he saw a flash of blue light, and the voice that made him angry came from his ears, but his hand was already light, he turned his head to look, but saw that Zhao Yun's right arm was blue as hiding a piece of sky, and he was holding his frying pan and looking at it.

"Bastard, put down my ...... Ouch ......"

Shi Hugui roared angrily, but before he could finish roaring, a sacred mountain behind him pressed down, and the verdant sacred mountain suddenly became larger, like a stone tablet in Zhentian, pressing Shi Hugui underneath and unable to move.

And Zhao Yun's movements were not slow, Shi Hugui had just been overwhelmed over there, and his frying pan had already been shot, and the bottom of the pot was slammed on Shi Hugui's face exposed outside the sacred mountain.

With the bonus of Yunhai Lanjia's right arm, this is indescribably heavy, no matter how thick Shi Hugui's face is, it has been photographed into a piece of paper, and his facial features are picturesque, all on a plane.

Not only that, but the powerful and heavy sacred mountain was also shaken back by more than ten meters in the bottom of Zhao Yun's pot, leaving Shi Hugui's broken black robe on the ground, as well as a few wisps of blood.

Zhao Yun licked the corners of his mouth, feeling that his whole body was comfortable, and he couldn't help but want to come a few more times, but fortunately he held back and handed the pan to Wen Daodan.

Wen Daodan's face immediately darkened, her purple fire was extremely strange, but it was not used to burn the fire for cooking, and Zhao Yunli had a bad heart, so he beat Shi Hugui in her name.

Seeing this, Zhao Yun knew that Wen Daodan would not want it, so he smiled and turned his head towards Shi Hugui.

He bent down, looked at the picturesque Shi Hugui and asked, "I heard that you lost a pot, do you see that you lost this frying pan or this golden pot?" Zhao Yun shook the pan and the golden pot that he had just taken out of the bracelet in turn.

He didn't have the habit of carrying a golden pot, but he would bring some gold, after all, it could be used as currency, and this golden pot was made from this gold.

Shi Hugui trembled with anger, tilted his head, and fainted, Zhao Yun looked at it, his eyes narrowed, he put the golden pot on the side of Shi Hugui's tilted head, and said to himself while putting away the pan:

"I actually chose the golden pot, it's really eye-catching. ”

The tone of these words seemed to be ridiculous, but in the end, there was actually a bit of murderous intent.

This is the highest power of the enemy's country, and it will also threaten the safety of his daughter-in-law in the future, as if there is enough reason for Zhao Yun to take the opportunity to do it.

After all, this time it was caused by the other party's initiative to provoke, and he was famous.

A soft wattle was placed on Zhao Yun's shoulder, he turned around and saw Wen Daodan shaking his head at him, which was telling him that it was not the right time.

Zhao Yun was stunned, but he was still thinking in his heart:

"Can't you really kill him? Just ask him if he lost this human life or that dog life? Anyway, in the end, he chose it himself, and I just fulfilled him. ”

Shi Hugui seemed to feel something, and shivered a few times in his coma.