The Most Powerful Young Man

Xiao Yao's memory is always good.

I owe something to someone, if I don’t pay it back, I can’t sleep at night, I’ll lie in bed tossing and turning, I always feel like I’ve done something less, just like I’ve done a shameful thing.

What others owe him may be even more exaggerated. If you borrow one hundred, you have to pay one thousand back, don’t you? Take your life.

Xiao Yao has always been like this.

Never tire.

If I look back, there must be a reason. Either retribution or revenge.

With that said, don’t you think you’re handsome?

Don’t you think it’s chic?

Anyway, Xiao Yao felt that he was so handsome now.

He believed that in Zilian Immortal Venerable's heart, he must think so too.

Step by step……

The pace of the devil...

Devil-like minions...

Slowly approached Zilian Xianzun.

Condescendingly, looking at the woman lying on the ground.

Ok……

Sure enough, whether it's a fairy or a woman, they look best when they lie down.

He pinched his waist and laughed loudly.

It looks like a villain who wants to be as good as a villain.

"Do you know who I am?" Xiao Yao asked, looking at Zilian Xianzun.

She was already stained with blood.

His clothes were also dyed red.

Immortal Zilian raised his eyelids laboriously, glanced at Xiao Yao, and then... ignored him.

She always feels that if she and Xiao Yao talk too much, they are likely to be drawn to the starting line of the same IQ by the other party, and she feels panicked no matter how she thinks about it.

"Do you know who I am?" Xiao Yao asked again.

He has already figured out the answer.

If Zilian Xianzun asked, he would tell the other party that I am a Zhongshan wolf, so I am crazy.

So he meditated hard in his heart.

Ask me quickly, ask me quickly!

It's the kind you ask others: Do you know anything?

Wait for the other person to answer I don't know, and then you can explain it well.

As a result, if people don't say anything, or if they don't want to know, it will be very uncomfortable, like **** stuck in their throat.

"You are my son." Zilian Xianzun finally spoke.

Xiao Yao was overwhelmed with joy.

Then he couldn't laugh.

Smiling and laughing, the tears came down.

"So you can be angry too!" Xiao Yao stretched out a hand and pointed at the Purple Lotus Immortal Venerable who was lying on the ground like a dead dog. "So you can become angry too? Is this feeling unpleasant? Ah? I ask you if you are happy!"

The eye canthus is about to split.

Without waiting for the answer from the other party, Xiao Yao already raised his foot again.

If this foot falls, it should be possible to step on this invincible female fairy venerable into the soil, right?

He has been waiting for a day.

However, a wave of air has swept towards Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao's body was also like a small boat on the sea. He didn't know the reason and direction of being slapped.

With a "boom", Xiao Yao's body flew out.

He fell heavily to the ground.

There are cracks in the internal organs.

Even on the Taiji diagram, there is a crack.

As if a gust of wind blows, his body will be shattered.

He curled up, lying on the ground, his body trembling slightly.

Wait until a coercive voice comes from the sky.

"Damn it!"

That's two words.

Xiao Yao couldn't breathe under pressure.

Above the sky, a Dharma image appeared again.

A delicate-looking woman.

Of course, the one who appeared here was definitely not the Human Race.

Otherwise, it would not be so against Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao glanced at her, and saw the familiar face again.

The original Purple Lotus Immortal Venerable looked at him with such a look when he came to the earth.

It's like looking at an ant, sticking out a finger, squeezing it lightly, it can be crushed, and then burst into a burst of laughter, and then, do what you need to do without any psychological burden thing.

It's that simple.

Who would be upset about killing an ant?

Not even Xiao Yao.

"Master!" Zilian Xianzun finally struggled, got up, half-kneeled on the ground, and bowed at the Faxiang.

"Boom boom boom" three times.

Zilian Xianzun knocked three heads at Faxiang.

She was already badly injured, but was hit by an air machine again, and her body flew out backwards.

Lying on the ground, lingering.

"Waste." The identity of the fairy who condensed from the law phase was revealed in the voice of "Master" from the Zilian Immortal.

In fact, even if the Zilian Immortal Venerable didn't open this mouth, it would not be difficult for Xiao Yao to guess the identity of the other party.

His fist hit the ground hard.

One click, two clicks.

The bones on the hands are exposed, the skin and flesh are stuck together, and the blood becomes the best adhesive at this time.

He is not reconciled!

Obviously...

Obviously only one step away, he can completely erase the Purple Lotus Immortal Venerable.

He slapped himself fiercely again, and the blood mixed with saliva was drawn out.

Zhongshan wolf going to the mud horse.

There must be a reason to go to you.

What kind of force do you have to pretend?

Don’t you know that the villain died of talking too much?

Although Xiao Yao is not a villain, but now the fate of the villain has fallen to him.

Heartbroken.

Not because of how badly he was hurt, but because of anger and regret.

Dharma is slowly fading.

It seems impossible to keep it for long, but this time is enough for the immortal emperor.

She looked at Xiao Yao and stared, her expression gradually becoming solemn.

"I will take good care of your daughter." When she spoke, she had already raised her hand.

Xiao Yao was lying on the ground and he could naturally see her.

He grinned openly.

It would be too stupid to thank the other person at this time.

When the palm fell, another air current condensed into a heavy hammer.

From top to bottom.

Instilled.

At this moment, Xiao Yao began to think about it.

He always felt that he would not die, nor should he die.

Didn’t the Buddha Demon God say that his luck was very good?

So, surely you won't die here, right?

The hammer fell.

There was a crisp sound of "click".

One after another.

The real dragon armor on his body turned into a powder, and finally blocked the hammer.

In addition, the Tai Chi diagram in the body was quickly broken.

It's like a piece of glass, completely penetrated by a stone.

It's not that a hole appears, but it's broken.

Desperate.

His heart shrank sharply.

Could it be that I am going to be a useless person?

It shouldn't be like this...

It can't be like this!

He roared, stood up and looked at the Xiyao Immortal Emperor who was high above the clouds.

With a roar, Chunqiu sword broke through the air.

Shot is dead.

Lying on the ground is dead.

Xiao Yao thought about it carefully, and felt that even if he was an ant, he had to tell the other party a truth.

Ants will bite when they are in a hurry!

"Looking for death." The two words understatement, said the law casually.

Just two words, the energy gathered together, blocked the Spring and Autumn Sword.

Chun Qiu Jian turned around in the air and flew towards Xiao Yao.

Return to Xiao Yao's body.

If it wasn't because the energy in this sword was closely related to Xiao Yao himself, perhaps Xiao Yao had been penetrated by his sword now.

"Go." Two words again.

A golden weight appeared.

Those are the ones left behind by Jiang Mo pestle.

Smashed down towards Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao grinned openly.

The power of Tai Chi in the body can't be mobilized anymore.

After all, the Tai Chi pictures are all broken...

"Damn it?" Xiao Yao asked silently.

It turns out that no matter which world it is, there is no absolute fairness at all.

If you are not strong enough, you will be bullied.

Will be treated as a soft persimmon.

Xiao Yao smiled, ready to face death.

It's really dead, and it's no big deal.

Perhaps, I can be reincarnated, just like painting a fan. It's best to keep the memories of my life. Eighteen years later, I will be a hero again-eighteen years will not work. I still can't beat them.

Imagination is beautiful.

Perhaps the other party would not even let go of his own soul.

However, just as the Jiang Mo pestle was about to fall, a golden light appeared in Xiao Yao's body again.

Clash with Jiang Mo pestle.

In an instant, Jiang Mo Chu had turned into a powder.

Xiao Yao blinked his eyes, raised his head, and looked at the object hovering above his head.

"Hey, you saved my life again?" Xiao Yao laughed.

Sage order.

I haven't seen it for a long, long time.

Originally, Xiao Yao thought that Saint Ling had disappeared, but now it seems that Saint Ling is still very loyal.

Appeared at a critical time, although the appearance rate is not high, but it is quite exciting.

Just like those characters on TV, they appear at the critical moment to turn the tide.

It doesn't work if you arrive early, or if you arrive late.

Xiao Yao looked at Saint Ling and asked seriously, "Can you kill them for me?"

The saint did not speak.

Already Dhamma has stretched out his hand and held the sage order.

She is very angry.

So crush this obstructive thing into pieces.

"Get out!" There was another roar.

It came from behind Xiao Yao.

Familiar with.

Nice.

Like the sound of heaven.

"My Terran, how can you wait to step into it!"

There was another dragon chant.

With a "bang", the face above the sky was violently hit.

At the last moment, Fa Xiang punched Xiao Yao.

She disappeared without even seeing the result.

As a result, the punch was thrown away by a dragon's tail.

"My lord, are you okay?" Qinglong dived towards Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao glanced at it and finally laughed.

A man who loves to laugh, not too bad luck.

The Chunqiu Sword was held in his hand again.

He lay forward.

Three traces were left on the ground.

Two legs and...

Traces left by the Spring and Autumn Sword.

Lie on your stomach.

The blood in the body poured out again.

"My lord, stop first." Qinglong said quickly.

Xiao Yao shook his hand vigorously at him.

Means, leave me alone.

On the ground, a blood stain was straight.

It's like someone mopping the floor in the blood pool with a mop and then mopping the floor.

Finally, Xiao Yao stopped.

Climbing a distance of about a hundred meters, it took nearly half an hour.

From beginning to end, Qinglong stood by his side, because he already knew what Xiao Yao wanted to do.

The Spring Autumn Sword was held up high.

Looking at the woman lying next to him, he gritted his teeth, took a breath, struggling, roaring, and panting, like a beast that broke free from its cage.

"Here..."

Sword blade, submerged.