Emperor of Nine Suns

And with these three moves, the plain-clothed old man would definitely kill them, how could it be possible for everyone to escape.

This old man is too vicious, on the surface he says nostalgia, but it seems that he has no intention of letting everyone go!

"Tell me, who is the strongest among you?"

Under the urging of the old man in plain clothes, everyone panicked and started looking for someone to take these three moves, but soon they all agreed, and all eyes were on Guan Teng, who was as tall as an iron tower.

Guan Teng was silent for a while, looked at the eyes of everyone around him, took a deep breath, and finally gritted his teeth and walked forward.

=pig=pig=island=novel ww.zhuzh He respectfully bowed to the old man and saluted: "Your junior is not talented, but I am willing to learn the supernatural powers of the fairy master, and I ask the fairy master to be merciful."

"snort."

The plain-clothed old man frowned, hummed softly, and suddenly slapped Guan Teng with his palm.

Accompanied by the blast of his palm, a glaring light suddenly appeared and disappeared from the void, as if countless phantoms submerged fiercely into Guan Teng's body like a tide.

The next moment, Guan Teng's figure standing on the spot was slightly shaken, as if he had been hit hard by a giant hammer weighing tens of thousands of catties, and flew upside down tens of feet away.

The man was still in the midair, and a stern blood flower gushed out from his mouth with a "poof", rippling bright red ripples in the void.

boom!

Accompanied by a low and muffled sound, Guan Teng's tall figure fell heavily on the ground, splashing smoke and dust all over the sky.

Everyone clearly saw that Guan Teng's body seemed to struggle hard, then his head tilted, and he passed out immediately.

The whole air was suddenly dead silent, so fast, it was like lightning and flint.

None of the people present could see clearly how the old man made the move.

It seemed that he just waved his palm lightly in the air, and actually slapped Guan Teng away like a fly!

No one expected that this plain-clothed old man sleeping in a deserted cave would be so tyrannical to such an extent. After all, Guan Teng is a super strong man who has cultivated to the realm of Nine Streams. There is only a gap between two small realms.

But under the old man's attack, he couldn't even bear a palm!

Everyone's hearts were as if they had fallen into a bottomless glacier, and their bodies were icy cold.

Every cell is freezing!

Guan Teng, who has the strongest cultivation base, can't even catch one palm, but the old man said he needs to catch three palms!

Who can stand his three moves?

Guan Teng passed out immediately after being slapped, and there was no possibility of standing up.

Among them, apart from Guan Teng, the one with the strongest cultivation is Qiu San from the Realm of Six Streams.

It's just that everyone knows that Qiu San possesses a semi-legendary magic weapon, the Dragon Soul Sword, and its own attack power is comparable to that of the Dzogchen powerhouse.

But in terms of single-round defense, I'm afraid it's not as good as Guan Teng, and it's just equivalent to an ordinary monk in the Six Streams Realm.

Except for Qiu San, no matter if it is Elder Lingxin, True Monarch Ziyang, or Elder Baimei, they are all monks in the realm of Erxi or Sanxi. Can't handle it.

The simple conditions offered by the old man in plain clothes to accept his three moves, it really seems that among the crowd, no one can do it! !

"The opportunity has been given to you...but the strongest among you is nothing more than that. Now it seems that you deserve to die here today."

There was an inexplicable excitement in his voice.

"If that's the case, then you all die for me!"

The old man in plain clothes snorted heavily, before he finished speaking, murderous aura exploded in the void.

At this moment, the faces of all the monks turned pale, just when the condensed murderous aura in the void was about to explode.

A boyish voice suddenly sounded in the void.

"If you just take three moves from you,... let me try."

Um?

Everyone turned their heads to look at the voice, and saw the gray-clothed boy who had been sleeping all the time, as if he had finally come over.

The expression on his face was indifferent, holding a dead branch about three feet long in his hand, he gently touched the ground, the whole person floated up lightly, and flew towards this side like a big bird.

It turned out to be him!

The expressions of all the monks froze slightly.

well!

The last hope that appeared on everyone's faces disappeared without a trace again, and everyone secretly shook their heads.

I thought the savior had arrived, but I didn't expect it to be this lame boy in the spirit spring realm.

Under such a huge emotional gap, a middle-aged man in blue couldn't help snorting heavily, and glanced at Chu Chen with an unkind expression.

", I know you are a good talisman teacher, but in this case, it's useless for you to be brave. A lot of masters at the Lingxi Realm didn't speak, so it's your turn, a little cripple at the Spirit Spring Realm, to show up."

"Zhenjun Ziyang is right!"

Beside the middle-aged monk in blue, a tall, thin boy in black with a gloomy face cast a cold glance at Chu Chen, with a look of disdain that couldn't be concealed,

"You can't even stand firmly on your own, so why accept the three moves from the Immortal Lord?"

"That's right, why don't we beg the Immortal Lord hard, maybe the Immortal Lord will let us live, maybe there is still a glimmer of life. If you let your nonsense anger the Immortal Lord, everyone will die!"

"How can a monk in the Lingquan realm challenge a strong man in the Linghe realm? Young people, don't be impulsive!"

...

Sneering, disdainful, worried, and contemptuous eyes swept from all directions.

Under the life-and-death crisis, everyone was under tremendous pressure, and many people were even more afraid that Chu Chen's nonsense would completely anger the old man in plain clothes and make everyone fall into a place of eternal doom.

Just when everyone was discussing, some monks were even ready to stop Chu Chen.

"enough!"

A cold reprimand sounded in everyone's ears.

Elder Lingxin suddenly turned sullen, and his slender willow eyebrows suddenly stood up.

"Shut up! Now that things are going on, everyone is dead anyway. Since Tong Hu is willing to risk himself, it's fine if you don't appreciate it. Why bother to pour cold water?"

She walked quickly to Chu Chen's side, her cold eyes swept across the crowd.

"It doesn't matter if you let him try it. If any of you are not convinced, you can go up and accept these three tricks for him!"

As soon as Elder Lingxin's words came out, there was a dead silence in the audience.

The monks who criticized Chu Chen before shut their mouths wisely. After all, no one is willing to take the risk of life and death, and accept the three tricks of the plain-clothed old man.

I am not a fool, how could I die for this lame boy!