I Became A Patriarch At The Age Of Seven

The five-meter-high Aman stands on the ground, like a God of War.

Although Ah Man looks simple and honest,

But at this moment, his burning fighting spirit and violent power made everyone present fearful.

Ah Man's aura slowly subsided,

The five-meter-high body returned to its original state, and he returned to Yang Nian's side with a sigh, scratching his head and said, "Master, am I still too fast?"

Yang Nian gave A Man a strange look, "A Man, a man can't say he is too fast."

Ah Man looked puzzled, "I don't understand the meaning of the head."

Yang Nian didn't explain, only Yi Dachuan was grinning, and added: "The head means, hold..." Without saying a word for a long time, Yi Dachuan swallowed the words immediately, smiled awkwardly and continued: "Endurance is also a form of ability."

Ah Man still didn't understand, he touched his head, thinking about it by himself...

All the strong people live around Yang Nian and others one after another.

But no one dared to step forward.

Yang Nian glanced around, "Who else doesn't agree?"

The whole place was silent.

"I don't agree to fight!" Yang Nian's voice spread out and resounded throughout the audience.

Another moment of silence.

After about being silent again, the faces of the holy sect and the royal family couldn't hold it anymore.

"Ignorance child, so arrogant!" said a formation master from the Tianlong Holy Dynasty.

Array pattern masters have a distinguished status, not to mention the pattern pattern masters of the royal family of the Tianlong Dynasty.

accustomed to being admired,

At this moment in Yang Nian, they did not feel the slightest awe.

"Looks like you're still not convinced!" Yang Nian said, and above his head, the blood-red Devil's Eye appeared.

In an instant,

A piece of blood shrouded down, shrouding the formation masters who stepped out.

The sea of ​​blood sank.

From the depths of the boundless sea of ​​blood, white ghost claws pierced through their bodies and souls.

The few array pattern masters didn't even have time to let out the screams, they knelt down instantly, and the seven orifices bleed.

Fallen dead.

The formation pattern was kneeling in front of Yang Nian, and no longer made a sound.

The whole place fell silent.

"This..." The faces of the Holy Sect, the royal family, and the Tianji Pavilion all changed and changed.

The pattern master has always been a character they dare not provoke.

Especially the powerful Array Master.

In their hearts, there is only reverence.

But it was the pattern master they revered and admired, and at this moment, Yang Nian killed them in front of their eyes.

"Master Xiao!!" The only remaining Ouchi guards exclaimed.

Among the pattern masters killed by Yang Nian with Devil's Eye, the one who took the lead was Xiao Chen, one of the chief pattern masters of the royal family.

Being able to become the chief pattern master of the royal family, his attainments in pattern patterns are also extremely high.

Even their Cultivation Base is far above the Eight Wild Gate Sect Leader.

Even so,

Still killed by Yang Nian.

Yang Nian's method can be imagined, how powerful and deterrent.

For a time, the crowd did not dare to act rashly.

Yang Nian saw everyone's reaction and said, "If anyone still refuses to accept it, just let them go."

Yang Nian's voice was cold.

Full of confidence and oppression.

It made everyone hold their breath.

"Soul Master?" An old man from the Eight Desolation Gate stared at Yang Nian in surprise.

As soon as these words came out, everyone took a deep breath.

Soul masters are an extremely rare profession on the mainland, majoring in spirit and soul, and possessing powerful means of attacking and killing souls.

Yang Nian has shown so many incredible abilities in front of them.

Alchemist, Array Master, Soul Master!

What kind of identity and means does this young man have?

How can one person put everything in one?

How is it possible to be omnipotent?

In the history of the Tianlong Dynasty, only one Holy Emperor did it!

And the strange eye hanging above the sky seems to be the externalization of Innate pupil technique...

"It seems that you are not as ignorant as you imagined." Yang Nian said with a smile, "Now, you have two choices. First, surrender to my Kong Kong faction. Second, die!"

Yang Nian killed those pattern masters in seconds, in fact, to kill the chickens and set an example.

He now has enough royal dog food.

If these people choose to surrender, it is equivalent to strengthening the Kongkong faction!

"Submit?" In the Eight Desolate Gate, an old man in a wheelchair was slowly pushed out.

The man looked only about fifty years old, but his aura was extremely condensed.

He was wearing a very ordinary gray robe.

But when Yang Nian took a closer look, he found that there were hidden patterns on the gray robe.

It is a patterned robe.

This man's eyes are loud, and he looks ordinary, but it gives people a sense of inscrutability.

He should be the ancestor of the Eight Desolate Sect.

"For the Array Master, surrender is equivalent to death," said the person in the wheelchair.

Yang Nian looked at him.

He was extremely pale, without a beard, and looked a bit like a retired eunuch in the palace.

There is a large wrench on the finger, jade green.

Put your hands staggered on your legs.

His legs could not move, as if paralyzed.

"The ancestor of the Eight Desolate Sect?" Yang Nian said, looking up and down at the person.

Not the slightest underestimate of the enemy.

Compared with the ancestors of Tianzong, Daozong and Zhenwu Jiange, Yang Nian is most afraid of the ancestors of Bahuangmen.

Yang Nian is a pattern master himself, and he knows how powerful a pattern master is. And the ancestors of the Eight Desolate Sect, do not know what means are hidden deep.

"Not bad." The ancestor of the Eight Desolate Sect said: "My dear Chen Ping. The little brother has a lot of stunts in one. Chen admires it."

"Overwhelmed." Yang Nian said.

"How about we compare?" Chen Ping said.

Yang Nian was quite curious and asked, "Better than what?"

Chen Ping looked at Yang Nian, "Within ten moves, I will subdue you."

Chen Ping is full of strong self-confidence.

"Ten tricks to subdue me?" Yang Nian looked at Chen Ping.

When Chen Ping said this, Yang Nian believed that he must have something to rely on.

I'm afraid there are really some means.

However, Yang Nian is not afraid at all, and will not back down.

The mysteriousness of the spiritual pattern golden clothes is not comparable to ordinary pattern masters.

The mysterious pattern contained in it gave Yang Nian the confidence to fight Chen Ping.

Yang Nian smiled, "Forget it."

"Why, don't you dare?" Yang Nian's reaction surprised Chen Ping.

Yang Nian shook his head, "No. I mean, it's okay to beat ten moves. If you beat you, three moves are enough."

"Three tricks?" This time it was Chen Ping's turn to be surprised, "It seems that you are quite confident."

"Of course." Yang Nian said with a smile, "but no stakes, it's not interesting."

"Bet?" Chen Ping asked, "What do you want to bet on?"

"Bahuangmen." Yang Nian looked at Chen Ping, "If I win, you, and your Bahuangmen, submit to my Kong Kong faction. If you win, I, Yang Nian, are at your disposal!"

"Okay!!" Chen Ping agreed without hesitation.

He didn't think he would lose.

Yang Nian is indeed strong enough.

But it is impossible to defeat him in three moves.

"Refreshing!" Yang Nian said loudly.

When the words fall,

The golden light flashed, and the golden robe with the spiritual pattern was draped over the body, swaying in the wind...