Supreme Martial Dao

? "Enough!" And at this time, when everyone thought that this time Wang Chen was going to die, a cold drink came, and then, a figure flashed past and appeared in the blink of an eye. In front of Wang Chen and others, with one hand and one wave, it resisted the violent breath that rushed toward Wang Chen and others. "".

There is no sound, no fierce collision, and the spirit of Wan Jian who came to Wang Chen and others disappeared instantly.

The next moment, Wang Chen, Wang Yan and Wang Lin suddenly felt that they came to heaven from hell, and the layer of unintentional shackles on their bodies disappeared.

"Xian Yu ancestors!"

Seeing the people who appeared in front of Wang Chen and others, everyone exclaimed.

"Xian Yu ancestors! He turned out to be a sage!"

"What is the strong ancestor of Xianyu?"

"It's very strong, I didn't think that Xianyu's ancestors are now..."

After a hundred years ago, Xian Yu’s ancestors have reached the level of Zongwu, and they are proud of the northern Xinjiang. How long has he reached now?”

"Sage?"

“Zongwu’s peak?”

There are many people talking about it. The face is awkward, but it is awkward, but no one can know how much his strength has reached.

After standing beside the ancestors of Xian Yu, Wang Chen and Wang Yan also showed a stunned look on their faces. They were so strange that they did not expect the ancestors of Xian Yu to be so powerful.

As for Wang Lin, she is wearing a veil, which makes people not see what kind of expression she is at the moment.

"This thing ends here, Wang Yan is the person of my fire sect!" Looking at the old man, Xian Yu ancestors said slowly.

"Xian Yu! You want to block me?" Xian Yu's ancestors voice just fell, but I heard the old man slowly asked to speak quietly.

The voice fell, and the old man’s eyes instantly became fierce and gloomy.

This sentence suddenly stirred up a thousand waves.

Xian Yu ancestors! The old man of Wanjia actually shouted out the name of Xian Yu's ancestors. This is undoubtedly a thunderstorm on the ground, and the face of countless people suddenly changed.

Wanjia, the mainland China Tianqing general existence, this old man, is a lofty elder in Wanjia, he actually knows the fairy ancestor, this is absolutely explosive news.

Everyone looks at the ancestors of Xian Yu, and his eyes become complicated and become awkward.

Xian Yu's ancestors, the top powerhouse in northern Xinjiang, has been in the Central China for nearly a hundred years. What is his status in the mainland?

"Wanteng, long time no see!" And Xian Yu's ancestors are pale, faint.

"Wang Yan joins me in Wanjia, it is a good thing for you." The old man known as Wanteng said slowly.

"The people of the fire sect, you can't dig!" The answer of Xian Yu's ancestors is very simple, but it is also very firm.

"Hey, the fire sect, Hugh to be mad, I am looking at your people, this is your great blessing, don't give your face a shame, otherwise..." This, I heard the words of Xian Yu's ancestors The middle-aged martial artist standing next to Wan Teng shouted loudly, his face full of awkward look.

Even the elders dare to violate the rules, which makes him tolerate, and for him, this is definitely an opportunity for the elders to show.

"Give face to face? Very good, Wanjia people are really overbearing! I still can't take your lesson, roll!" When I heard the words of the Zongwu, the fairy ancestors were cold and cold, the next moment When you reach out, you will wave toward the martial arts.

In an instant, the ancestors of Xian Yu’s ancestors are violent and violent, sweeping all directions!

Fighting...

Between the blink of an eye, I saw the martial arts with a stunned expression, and the whole person flew out and sprayed with blood.

"I don't know the younger generation, I talk to your elders, but you can't get your sockets, and then someone will plug in and kill!" Just relying on the momentum, the martial arts will fly out, and Xian Yu's ancestors squinted coldly. Said.

"Xian Yu ancestors...he turned out to be..."

"The power of the momentum is actually...there is a direct shock to the Zongwu!"

"This... how powerful this is, this momentum has made it impossible for Zongwu to resist!"

"God, the fairy ancestor turned out to be...he is this the strength of the holy warrior?"

"The fire sect, it is the first sect of northern Xinjiang. Who is the ancestor of Xianyu? Who can fight with it?"

"It's not like the sage's ethos and the miles, it shouldn't be!"

"I have never been a saint in northern Xinjiang! Even in the mainland, the saint is a sacred horn, it should not be!"

"That..."

In an instant, the scene was banging.

Everyone has grown up and looked at the ancestors of Xianyu, and the power of a move, shocking the world, so that everyone's heart is violently twitching.

"You...you...you are so...have to touch me, my family..." This time, I was shot and flew out, and the face of this middle-aged martial artist was full of anger and stunned expression. Eyes change again and again, erase the blood on the corners of the mouth, wandering up, there are some irrational shouts.

"Hmm?" I heard that the Zongwu people dared to speak loudly here, and the eyes of Xianyu’s ancestors instantly became cold.

"Stop!" Before the Xianyu ancestors, Wan Teng was cold and shouted!

"Elders!" Hearing that the elders actually let themselves live, the martial arts people are really unwilling.

With the strength of his martial arts, he is considered to be a strong man in the mainland, especially the people of Wanjia. Has he ever been treated like this?

This barbaric land in northern Xinjiang is now treated like this, how can he be willing?

"No more mouthful, family law disposal!" Wan Teng a sigh, Shen Sheng shouted.

"It seems that the descendants of your family are really ignorant, Wan Teng, don't you need me to help you learn?" Xian Yu's ancestors asked with a cold eyes.

"I don't know how to teach you!" Wan Teng's face is ugly, turning to look at the Zongwu: "After going back, the family thought about the cliff, thinking for a year!"

The words fell, and in an instant, the martial arts face was pale and ugly.

Thinking over the cliff, the person who was thrown into the cliff thought that he was too clear.

"Elder, no! You can't do this! I am a direct member of the family, I am a core member, I have the body of Vientiane, you can't do this to me, the land of barbarism in Northern Xinjiang, how can you help this indigenous! A small The little raging fire is over. Elders, you can't do this! With your saint's power, sweeping the fire sect is just a matter of turning hands, you can't..."

The next moment, the martial arts screamed. The person who has been beaten into the family and thinks that he has been excluded from the core area of ​​the family, how can he afford it?

"Hey? Shut up!" When he heard the words of the Zongwu, Wan Teng frowned and shouted.

This anger is under the influence of the saints. In an instant, the martial arts are directly stunned.

In turn, Wan Teng's face is ugly, looking at Xian Yu, the old man's eyes, changing again and again, seems to be thinking about something.

Xian Yu, for this person, Wan Teng is too familiar! Even in the mainland, Xian Yu is a small and famous person. Especially the person behind him is even more jealous.

Before, came to the fierce fire, Wan Teng has already noticed the existence of Xian Yu's ancestors.

The appearance of Xian Yu, let him not dare to look down on this fierce fire, do not dare to look at the northern Xinjiang! I did not expect that Xian Yu turned out to be a person from northern Xinjiang.

It is precisely because of this that Wan Teng has not been able to shoot, let the younger generation of Wanjia to deal with this matter.

He is very clear that once he shoots himself, Xian Yu will definitely shoot. If so, this simple thing will become complicated. One of the important reasons for his concern is that Wan Teng’s strength has reached a certain level.

If the two do not take the shot, they will inevitably reach a tacit understanding and mutual restraint. This has become much simpler.

In his view, the younger generation of Wanjia handled these indigenous peoples in northern Xinjiang without any problems.

But who can think of...

Until just now, Wanlong was in distress, which made Xian Yu’s ancestors know that he couldn’t do it, so he could only save Wanlong.

At this moment, watching the fairy feathers in front of Wang Chen and others, Wan Teng, his face changed again and again.

"Xian Yu, I am in a business, you can't stop it. Since you came out today, I will give you a face, fire sect, I will not move, Wang Yan, I don't want it! But, Wang Chen, must surrender Reincarnation of the baby, he and this woman, must go with me to Wanjia!" Take a deep breath, Wan Teng said quietly, rather than to the face of Xian Yu, it is better to say that face to that person.

After all, if Xian Yu is strong, he does not have to fear! And that person...

"If I say no?" The eyes of Xian Yu's ancestors picked up slightly and smiled.

"You... Xian Yu, you are going to be mad, is it really true that the old man is afraid of you?" The refusal of Xian Yu’s ancestors made Wan Teng’s face change.

Be able to let go of Wang Yan, this is already very good for Xian Yu face.

Even if you are in the mainland, people who dare to hurt their families and who want to kill thousands of people, which one will get forgiveness from Wanjia? Wang Yan is able to get such a treatment, and it has already been regarded as a big favor for thousands of people to sell to Xian Yu.

Now, Xian Yu did not appreciate it at all, which made Wan Teng able to endure.

Thinking of this, the momentum of the whole body erupted instantly, and the eyes stared coldly at Xian Yu: "Xian Yu, man, you are paying, or not paying!"

"What? You still want to do it? If I don't pay you, are you going to kill me?" Feeling the momentum of Wanteng, Xian Yu asked faintly, looked at Wang Chen: "He really can't pay. He still owes me a passionate affair and gives it to you. What about my human feelings?"

"Good, very good! Xian Yu, it seems that you are determined to be against me?" When you heard Xian Yu, Wan Teng's face was extremely ugly.

"No, I just don't want to pay someone!" said Xian Yu's ancestors in an innocent way.

"Xian Yu, very good! In this case, Hugh should blame me for not giving you face, not to the face of the Holy Mountain, today, Wang Chen, you have to pay, do not pay, also have to pay, his reincarnation baby I have to fix it! Since you want to stop, I will fight with you! I will see, how do you protect him! Today, I will let the northern Xinjiang barbaric land know what is the enemy that cannot be offended! "The insistence of Xian Yu's ancestors makes Wan Teng's face ugly and screaming.

The voice fell, the whole body burst open, and a sigh of anger, the hands of the masterpiece, a sacred **** soldier condensed out.

"Today, block me, kill! Northern Xinjiang barbarians, today I will let you splash a thousand miles!" Wan Teng made a fuss.

The saint is angry, the sky is changing, the sky is above, the clouds are rolling.

With Wan Teng's screaming, the remaining nine people who are with him are also exploding in an instant, with four imperial emperors, and the momentum is bursting to the top!

Looking at Wan Teng, looking at the people of Wanjia, Xian Yu’s ancestors are dignified and frowning! If it is really hands-on, they really have to suffer, and the four martial artists are definitely the most troublesome existence.

"Block me, kill? Wanjia, it’s a big tone!" And at this precarious moment, at this moment of the millennium, above the sky, an indifferent voice came like a blue sky. Into the ears of everyone, with a little sneer. ~ See no ads, please go to "".

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