Win Wutian expected that this person would inevitably look at him, so at the moment of eye contact, there was a thunder and lightning in it, you must know that thunder and lightning are the strongest thing between heaven and earth to oppress the mind, coupled with his cultivation at the peak of the primordial infant, ordinary monks, under his gaze, will be frightened, look away, dare not look at him again.

But this green-shirted monk, under the pressure of this mental power, still looked calm and calm, but instead showed a smile on the corner of his mouth, nodded towards Ying Wutian, and then withdrew his gaze.

After Ying Wutian glanced at Han Shi deeply, he fell into deep thought, how did he know that this level of mental coercion was not worth mentioning at all compared to the thousand-zhang black dragon.

After a long time, a dull and powerful drum sounded, causing all those who were meditating with their eyes closed to stand up, and secretly said in their hearts: "The Six Xuan Trial has finally come. ”

A middle-aged man with a face like a crown of jade, black hair and purple robe, with a chuckle on his face, slowly walked out of the palace gate, the last step was still in the palace, but the next step suddenly appeared on the platform, and in one step, he crossed the distance of thousands of zhang, but people were not surprised, as if it should have been like this.

Tang Xuangang's face was respectful, he stood sideways, and arched his hand: "Greetings to the envoy of Northern Xuanzong." ”

In the right hand of the middle-aged man in the purple robe, he held a gourd containing wine, stood on the platform, and seemed to turn a blind eye to the eyes of the ten thousand monks of the five major sects standing in front of him, raised the gourd, drank a few sips, and smiled even more on his face, squinted his eyes and nodded slightly, with an expression of enjoyment, his gaze seemed to have drifted to the depths of the white clouds.

Han Shi stood quietly in place, there was no surprise that this person was so demeanor, the path of cultivation, the strong are respected, and the middle-aged man in the purple robe was able to become the messenger of the Northern Xuanzong, which itself proved his qualifications as a strong man, not to mention, this person's cultivation, although it was not revealed in the slightest, but the sense of danger that this person brought to Han Shi was no less than that of Jun Zhou, and the people present now, if nothing else, will not be his opponent.

"The Spirit Monk, even if I am now, is not without the strength to fight, as for the future, the Spirit Monk will be just a stepping stone for me. ”

Han Shi stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were leisurely, his mind wandered out of the world, and he turned a deaf ear to the awkward and silent atmosphere in front of him.

Han Shi's identity in Xuanyang Gate is quite special, as a disciple, he took over Luo Yunfeng, speaking of which, the master of the first peak is already an elder of the sect, but he has the qualifications to participate in the Six Xuan Trials.

With the continuous drinking of the middle-aged man in the purple robe, the embarrassing atmosphere in the field became more intense, and many people with a more anxious temper were already a little unable to hold back, Tang Xuangang's face did not change, and he seemed to have already adapted to the dead silence in front of him, but in the depths of his gaze, there was a trace of excitement hidden deeply.

"This time, I don't know who will touch this mold. ”

For a long time, this oppressive atmosphere has turned into an invisible coercion, which is heavily pressed on everyone's hearts, and the five major sects, whether they are disciples or elders, and even including the five major sect masters, have all felt the pressure from the Northern Xuanzong, and the three words of the Northern Xuanzong alone have made many people have the meaning of surrender.

The silence of the purple-robed middle-aged man is the dismount from the Northern Xuanzong.

Win Wutian's face gradually became difficult to look at, and after glancing at Xuanyangzi, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he stepped out, and his voice sounded like thunder, "Thunder Sect Win Wutian, I have seen the envoy." ”

As soon as Win Wutian opened his mouth, he broke the silent and embarrassing atmosphere, as if a sense of imprisonment suddenly dissipated, and many people who were not cultivated enough had a sense of breathing smoothly again.

Win Wutian's character has always been like this, even if it is from Northern Xuanzong, it is difficult to convince him, this sentence is like a tiger's roar, with a strong impact force, straight to the purple robe middle-aged and gone.

This is the temptation of Win Wutian, if this purple-robed middle-aged man is only a strong outsider, and can only rely on the messenger of the name of the Northern Xuanzong, then even if he can make Win Wutian bow his head today, it is only because the Northern Xuanzong who is thousands of miles away is not the messenger himself.

At the same time, Xuanyangzi also took a step, standing side by side with Ying Wutian with a smile on his face, "Xuanyangzi of Xuanyangmen, I have seen the envoy. ”

Although its voice was not as loud as Ying Wutian, it did not show the slightest sign of being covered, and it was still clearly audible in the rumbling, and Xuanyangzi cultivation could be seen.

Qin Yu of the Nine Yin Sect, Guo Yan of Yanmen, and the old man surnamed Zhao of the Valley of the Wind also spoke towards the purple-robed middle-aged man almost at the same time, but his posture showed a hint of respect, and he was not as arrogant as Win Wutian.

Qin Yu and Guo Yan's faces were as usual, and they couldn't see what they were thinking, but it was obvious that these two people were not strong people, and the envoy of Northern Xuanzong did not act rashly against everyone's disregard, and they could already see from Tang Xuangang's respectful look that this purple-robed middle-aged man was by no means a flashy person.

The old man surnamed Zhao showed a faint sneer, and sneered in his heart, he had long been dissatisfied with Win Wutian, this time he came out of this person, he was happy to watch from the sidelines, waiting for the embarrassing defeat of Win Wutian.

Ying Wutian's voice was like a boulder, roaring towards the purple-robed middle-aged man, if this person's cultivation was not in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, it would not hurt his life, he only needed to take a few steps back to resolve it, but if so, this so-called Beixuan Envoy would no longer have any power at all.

The purple-robed middle-aged man seemed to be unaware of the power of Ying Wutian's angry drink, and still took a sip of the gourd, as if in his eyes, there was only this gourd with wine left in the world.

Suddenly, a drop of wine slipped from his mouth, and the young man in the purple robe sighed and didn't look at it, but just stretched out his left hand and flicked it slightly, and the wine droplet suddenly turned into a wine mist, like a crystal net in the sun, as fast as lightning towards the Win Wutian cover, and the rumbling sound also stopped abruptly at the moment when the wine mist appeared.

Watching the wine mist come to his face, Ying Wutian was shocked in his heart, this wine mist looked like a thin fog net in the eyes of others, but for him, there was immediately a sense of life and death crisis, the extremely small wine droplets, like countless sharp blades, rotated at a very high speed, as long as it touched half a minute, it would immediately be seriously injured, if it was completely hit, it would be dead or alive.

As soon as this technique came out, the heart of winning Wutian's contempt suddenly disappeared completely.

"Summoning thunder!"

At the moment of life and death, Win Wutian roared angrily, and countless thunderbolts suddenly burst out around his body, like an electric snake swimming away, his fists clenched and struck towards the wine mist hammer, this is a pair of thunder hammers that Win Wutian cultivated with his life, and it was a fist into a hammer.

After the thunder hammer was struck, in mid-air, it slammed into one place with the wine mist, and there was a sound of gold and iron intersecting, and Ying Wutian's fists really didn't look like flesh and blood.

At the place of impact, there was a sudden change in the next moment, a deep silver light dispersed, becoming a light curtain towards the wine mist cover, and the wine mist was completely resisted, and every small drop of wine burst open with a bang at the moment of contact with the electric light, turning into a burst of wine fragrance and spreading, and at the same time, there was also an electric flower blooming.

Countless electric flowers burst out three feet away from Win Wutian, turning into a force of impact, Win Wutian couldn't avoid it, and he couldn't help himself, and he was able to stand firm only when he retreated three steps away, and there was a trace of horror on his face.

The technique of double hammer strike, is his own thunder and lightning technique, the power is very strong, although it is hastily used, there is also fifty percent of the power, but I didn't expect it, but under this wine fog, there is a defeat, which makes the consistent arrogant win lawless, but also born cautious.

"Agile Monk ......"

Not only did Ying Wutian, but at the moment when he took three steps back to stand firm, the other four sect masters, as well as the elders of the five major sects, as well as some Yuan Dan cultivators, all had this thought flashing in their hearts.

With the cultivation of winning the lawless Yuan Infant Great Perfection, those who can repel him in an understatement will be above the Yuan Infant.