Start With A Martial Arts Apprentice

"What?" Xiao Zhantian turned around in doubt.

In the distance, the Zhou family, Zhou Tai'an, was leading a group of people, approaching here aggressively.

All of them are masters of the late stage of Yuanshen Realm, excluding Zhou Taian, there are thirteen people in total, and they are faintly divided into three small groups, only five of them follow Zhou Taian closely, and the remaining two groups Keep a little distance from him.

"Zhou Tai'an? Zheng Hua's injury? The three evil spirits of Ling Snake Mountain?" Xiao Zhantian's face was very ugly looking at the large group of people approaching quickly, and he might not be able to be kind today.

The boss of the three evil spirits in Ling Snake Mountain - Mad Snake, is a rare body-training powerhouse near Donglong City. His physical body has reached the strength to resist the attack of the Eighth Stage of Yuanshen Realm. The use of real yuan is prohibited in the city. Next, no one present is his opponent.

The second of the three culprits - the poisonous snake, Mastery has all kinds of poisonous poisons, and has poisoned and killed the strong at the peak of the primordial spirit state. It is impossible to guard against.

The third of the three murderers is the Hydralisk, and Mastery's is the art of the soul, which also kills people invisible.

Zhou Tai'an actually invited these three brothers to rob and kill Wang Heng, plus the ten Yuanshen Realm powerhouses from the Zhou family and the Zheng family, it can be described as a lore.

Even if Xiao Zhantian condenses the first flower of the Great Dao now, it is absolutely impossible to be his opponent.

"Nephew Wang Xian, I'll block them first, you leave as soon as possible, I'm sorry for you, I didn't expect the Zhou family to buy my guards to expose your affairs." Xiao Zhantian quietly sent Divine Sense voice transmission to Wang Heng .

"Uncle Xiao, your words are enough, these chickens and dogs can't hurt me." Wang Heng Divine Sense said through voice transmission.

"Boy, are you Wang Heng? It was you who injured my son?" Zhou Taian, who rushed over quickly, waved his hands and surrounded Wang Heng and the Xiao family, and asked in a cold voice.

The passers-by around have long been hiding away, and the shops on both sides have all opened their defensive formations.

"That's right, it's your grandfather and me. What do you want to do by surrounding us?" Wang Heng said arrogantly, closing his folding fan and pointing at Zhou Tai'an.

"Little bastard! You look for..." Seeing Wang Heng's arrogant attitude, a person from the Seventh Stage of Yuanshen Realm who was following behind Zhou Tai'an directly cursed at Wang Heng.

"Um?"

"Bang!" "Boom!"

Before everyone could react, Wang Heng's figure appeared in front of the person who made the sound in an instant. After punching out a punch, he returned to his original position, as if nothing had happened.

But none of the people present felt that way, because the dead person, the person who made the noise didn't even have time to scream, and was beaten into a pile of fleshy paste, spread on the ground in a fan shape, miserable, bloody, and strange.

"Ouch!" Xiao Tutu retched even more, it was the first time she saw such a scene at such a big age.

Everyone in the Zhou family began to back away slowly. They knew that they had hit the iron plate. There were so many masters in the multi-divine realm present, none of them could see clearly how Wang Heng moved just now, and how he made his hand.

Looking at the Zhou family members who were frightened by his attack, Wang Heng lost some interest. He had deliberately slowed down, but the gap between the two sides was too great.

"Forget it, I won't play with you guys anymore." Wang Heng shook his head, the Coiling Dragon sword emerged in his hand, it was too bloody to use fists, so let's forget it with the sword.

"laugh!"

Wang Heng, who was staring at him with more than a dozen pairs of eyes, suddenly disappeared, and then quickly reappeared in place. The Coiling Dragon sword in his hand was still shining coldly, without leaving a trace of blood.

"thump......"

A series of corpses fell to the ground, and the circle of Zhou family members and the helpers they invited were all split in half neatly under Zhou Taian's horrified eyes, and a strong smell of blood quickly permeated.

"You, you, you...don't come here..." Zhou Tai'an looked at Wang Heng who was walking towards him in horror, and he couldn't say enough words to scare him.

Those lying around are not cats or dogs, but all masters of the late stage of the Yuanshen Realm. Even the boss of Lingsnake Mountain, whose physical body can resist the attack of the Eighth Stage of the Yuanshen Realm, can't stop the young man in front of him. Sword, he couldn't help being frightened.

"Uncle Xiao, I still have something to do, so I'll go first. Next time I have a chance, I'll pay a visit." Wang Heng turned around and said something to Xiao Zhantian, and then appeared behind the fleeing Zhou Taian, grabbed his neck, and directly Cast Supernatural Power [shrink the ground into an inch] and disappear.

"Nephew, be careful..." Xiao Zhantian raised his hand, and before he finished speaking, he found that Wang Heng had disappeared.

"It's really... unfounded worry." Xiao Zhantian shook his head and laughed, he didn't expect Wang Heng to be so powerful, he didn't need him to save him at all, and his superficial Cultivation Base must be fake.

At this time, Wang Heng who brought Zhou Tai'an had already appeared directly in front of the gate of the Zhou Mansion. Looking at the carved beams and painted buildings, the imposing gate of the Zhou Mansion, Wang Heng directly punched it.

The formation on the gate was smashed into rain of light like paper.

"boom!"

There was a huge roar, accompanied by countless fragments flying around, and there were screams mixed with it, it should be the people of Zhou Mansion who were hit by the fragments of the gate.

Carrying Zhou Tai'an whose limbs had been crushed by him, Wang Heng strode towards the Zhou Mansion. Along the way, teams of Nascent Soul guards, led by Yuanshen Realm, appeared from all over the Zhou Mansion, Surround Wang Heng.

Wang Heng took a step forward, and they took a step back tacitly, as if rehearsed in advance.

When Wang Heng entered a huge martial arts arena in the Zhou Mansion, he finally saw the only decent person in the Zhou Mansion.

It was an old man in his twilight years, his Cultivation Base was in the Seventh Stage of the Three Flowers Realm, but his lifespan was short, and he might not be able to break through in this life.

You must know that the lifespan of the Three Flower Realm is as high as two thousand years, this is definitely an old monster that has lived for more than a thousand years.

"Tai'an!" Before the old man in the Three Flower Realm could speak, a woman with a lingering charm rushed out of the crowd first, and her Cultivation Base was only Nascent Soul Realm Seventh Stage.

"Stop her!" An old and majestic voice sounded.

The guards surrounding Wang Heng immediately separated a team to stop the woman who was rushing towards Wang Heng, and Wang Heng knew without guessing that it was Zhou Bingqian's mother.

"Young man, you have to forgive others and forgive others. Please let go of my Zhou family first." The old voice continued.

"Is everyone here?" Wang Heng ignored the old man's words, pinching Zhou Tai'an's neck with his left hand, and holding the Coiling Dragon sword in his right, and said softly.

"Let's fight! Set up the formation!" Hearing the unkindness in Wang Heng's tone, an energetic voice sounded in front of the crowd.

"It's too late!" "The sword transforms into thousands!"

Countless Sword Qis of Destruction fell like rain, and the bodyguards and clansmen of the Zhou family turned into piles of ashes in an instant, blowing in the wind.

"Shuzi, dare you!"