The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus

Subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger!

The blood-colored palm hit the black shoulders, the air seemed to freeze, and both sides were still, but this scene didn't last long. With a pop, the two swords passed through the blood-colored palm, and flew towards the white-browed Taoist whistling. . . .

The bloody palm disintegrated and turned into rays of light, and the dust whisk in front of the white-browed Taoist priest had changed drastically, half of the dust threads had been broken, and there was no prestige from before.

"This..." The white-browed Taoist was stunned. He could hear the sound of piercing the air approaching, and immediately realized the danger. He woke up, puffed up his cheeks, and shouted: "Wipe the universe!"

Fu Chen flew back into his hand, I lifted Fu Chen upside down, head and tail out of place, and fiercely thrust forward.

Although it was inserted in the air, it seemed that it was inserted into a very solid rock, and the whisk stood there firmly.

boom!

A loud noise sounded from the place where it was inserted, and the shock wave spread from that point to all directions, surging and surging, as if the world had been turned upside down.

"It's kind of interesting." Tang Zheng's pupils shrank, and he saw the clue. This was a desperate blow from Taoist Baimei, and its power should not be underestimated.

The Tiangang Liuhe formation concentrated the power of many people and injected it into the body of Baimei Daoist. Although his cultivation base did not increase, his combat effectiveness increased exponentially.

In this short period of time, his combat power soared to the fourth rank of Mahayana.

That's right, Tang Zheng's cultivation was at the fourth rank of the Mahayana, so he had a very accurate understanding of the strength of Taoist Baimei, which was the strength of the fourth rank of the Mahayana.

But Tang Zheng had a magical weapon such as the Xuanzang Sword, so how could he be afraid of Taoist Baimei.

He clenched the Xuanzang sword tightly, and simply roared: "Cut!"

The Xuanzang sword cut forward directly, and the Yin-Yang fish in mid-air also changed, falling from the sky, getting smaller and smaller, and finally gathered on the Xuanzang sword. After the sword was cut, the Yin-Yang fish merged with the sword light.

After the black and white double swords were wiped out by the move of "cleaning the universe", Tang Zheng's perfect sword followed closely and flew in front of the white-browed Taoist.

Rumble!

A shocking blow,

Endless rays of light shot out from the explosion point. In an instant, the sky above the barren land seemed to have an extra round of sun, and the dazzling light made people unable to open their eyes.

After a long time, the smoke dissipated, everything returned to calm, everyone's ears were buzzing, and the tinnitus continued.

Tang Zheng and Xiao Bai also took a few steps back, but there was nothing unusual. On the other hand, looking at their opponents, the Heavenly Gang Liuhe Formation was completely torn apart, and scattered pieces of those people scattered in mid-air.

Many people even fell to the ground like cannonballs, smashing big holes in the hard rock.

Taoist Baimei and his son were one of them, and they fell to the ground. Taoist Baimei was embedded in the rock, and he was extremely embarrassed.

He coughed violently, with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, he staggered up from the rock, looked at the two people in the sky, and almost got out of his body in shock.

He can already be sure that this is indeed not the Demon Race, and the Demon Race does not have such a powerful person, so who would this person be?

Indigenous people from outer space?

Do not!

The natives of Tianwaitian have always used their strength to crush and kill them decisively, so how could they have a few more words with them.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he wished he could find a crack in the ground and get down.

But in the end, he resisted the urge, blushed, gritted his teeth, and silently searched for countermeasures.

Fighting is no longer the best choice, this is a lesson learned in blood, so what else can be done?

To pretend to be false, first figure out the background of the other party.

Tang Zheng and Xiaobai looked at each other, Xiaobai gave a thumbs up and praised: "Master, it's amazing!"

Tang Zheng smiled faintly, and fell to the ground together with Xiao Bai, no one dared to step forward, seeing him approaching, they retreated in all directions instead, not daring to confront him at all.

Tang Zheng rubbed his nose and smiled in his heart, this battle has been awe-inspiring, so he should be able to speak properly.

"Are you still fighting?"

Tang Zheng stared at the white-browed Taoist and asked.

Taoist Baimei gritted his teeth, and for a moment, he didn't know how to answer.

But the wild dog came out from nowhere, with an eye-opening look, and exclaimed, "How dare he fight? I don't think anyone dares to fight you."

These words made Taoist Baimei want to tear him apart, but the wild dog didn't know it, looked at Tang Zheng with admiration, and asked, "How did you cultivate? How many years have you cultivated to be so powerful?"

Cultivators can't judge their age by their appearance. After reaching a certain level of cultivation, they can change their appearance and remain youthful forever.

After going through that battle just now, many people subconsciously thought that Tang Zheng must have cultivated for many years, otherwise, it would not be possible to be so powerful.

"Two years." Tang Zheng stretched out his finger and gestured.

"Two... years?" The wild dog hesitated for a moment, with a look of hell, staring straight at Tang Zheng's two fingers, thinking that he heard it wrong.

Please, even if it is twenty years, he will not be so shocked.

But Tang Zheng was talking about two years!

The wild dog quickly turned to look at the others, as if wondering if he had an auditory hallucination and misheard.

But he already saw the answer from the reactions of others.

This man really said two years.

What can you do in two years?

Many people have not even touched the threshold, but he has become so powerful, is this a lie?

But for a group of defeated generals, it seems that there is no need to lie.

The white-browed Taoist swallowed his saliva, swallowed back the saliva mixed with blood, and asked in surprise, "What are you going to do?"

"I said, let me meet the people from the Qingxu Sect." Tang Zheng said calmly, without any decisive aura at all. With a quick glance, he thought it was the big boy next door who was harmless to humans and animals.

People under the eaves had to bow their heads.

Taoist Baimei wanted to refuse, but he still couldn't say it out. He could only wink at his son and ordered: "Go and call the people from Qingxu Sect."

"This..." His son hesitated.

"What are you dawdling in, I told you to go quickly." The white-browed Taoist lost his temper and roared.

His son didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and he got out of a cave in a flash.

Tang Zheng's eyes shifted slightly, staring at the cave, thinking that there was a hole in the cave below, but he really didn't expect it.

These orthodox paths were really aggrieved, and they were forced to hide in the cave.

The wild dog couldn't take his eyes off Tang Zheng any longer. He hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't hold back his curiosity, leaned over and asked, "Hey, how did you cultivate, tell me a little secret? I practice It took most of my life to cultivate to the Nascent Soul Realm, which is very different from you."

Tang Zheng's impression of wild dogs was not bad, even better than that of Taoist Baimei and his son, so he began to observe wild dogs carefully.

Seeing this, he couldn't help being surprised. Although this wild dog looks ugly, its cultivation talent is definitely not bad, even better than most people, even better than that white-browed Taoist.

"How did you come to the Nascent Soul Realm?" Tang Zheng asked back.

The old wild dog blushed, and said resentfully: "I'm all figuring it out on my own, no sect is willing to take in someone like me..."

In the words, it is difficult to hide the low mood, even mixed with a little inferiority complex.