Fang Lingqian shivered angrily, his body's acupoints exuding dazzling light, and he wanted to run out of Xiang Chunan's palm.

The palm of Xiang Chunan, which is as large as a house, emits a strong magic light, simple and single grasping, but makes the morale in Fang Lingqian's body unable to work, the rules of the Cause are imprisoned, no matter how he struggles .

"Pap."

Fang Lingqian's bones exploded, and she could not help uttering a roar.

Yang Xu was trembling with fright, and her legs were weak.

Fang Lingqian is a well-known **** of war in the sky world. Many old guys who have lived for thousands of years are very afraid of him, but he is such a character, but he is easily captured by a black bitch, killing him is as easy as killing chickens and dogs.

More than a dozen souls who came with Yang Su finally realized that the two in front of them are not simple, they are by no means unknown, and they are likely to come from the top powerhouse.

However, as members of the heavenly faction, they are fearless.

The four-winged angel from heaven revealed his anger and said, "Which monk are you two in?"

Xiang Chunan held his head up and said, "Your grandfather is not from any circles."

In the eyes of the four-winged angel, Xiang Chunan did not dare to report to his family, and said, "No matter what community you are from, the king advises you to immediately release Fang Lingqian, and kneel to admit his mistake and offer half of the holy spirit. This is you The only way to live today! "

Fang Lingqian's body was in great pain, and his mental will was blurry, and he trembled, "Brother Nan Jin ... don't talk to him ... nonsense, straighten this black miscellaneous ... into a slave ... Ah ..."

The four-winged angel named "South King" noticed that Fang Lingqian could not bear it anymore, and continued to delay, he said that he would not necessarily be pinched to death by the black mule.

King Nan Jin was unsure of defeating Xiang Chunan, so he said, "Let's do it together, kill the black mule first, and all the consequences will be borne by the king."

All the members of the heavenly factions who came to Yang Xu's early stage were all holy kings. They took out the sacred weapon of Wanwen and inspired the full strength, but they did not dare to bombard with a brain, fearing to kill Fang Lingqian by mistake.

King Nan Jin took out a golden holy whip, which instantly inspired San Yao's full strength.

The other palm of Xiang Chunan grabbed it first. The gold whip of the Nan Jinwang had not been attacked yet, so he was wrapped by the energetic palm.

The Nan Jinwang was shocked, and quickly excited Zhang Fuyu on his body, trying to resist the magic hand, so as not to follow Fang Lingqian's footsteps.

"Well."

Fu Xun kept exploding and couldn't stop the magic hand at all.

"Hurry up and attack him."

The king of Nanjin shouted and pinned his hope on the other holy kings. Once they attacked, they would be able to contain the black mule. Only then can he hope to escape.

Zhang Ruochen stopped practicing and punched out the eighteen array flags and stuck them on the ground.

The banner, flying in the wind, released a flaming fire, like eighteen magical fire torches burning, blocking all the sacred artifacts shot by more than ten holy kings.

Then Zhang Ruochen hurriedly walked into the space bewildered array, exhibited the space distortion, collected the sacred artifacts they played, and refined the breath on the sacred artifacts with the net extinction fire.

"Well, I lost touch with Funeral Bell."

"Heavenly disk ... taken by him!"

The dozen or so sage kings stared at the Terran Scholar in shock, looked at his empty hands, and quickly stepped back.

Because of the 18-barrier flag, they did not sense the spatial fluctuations, but felt that the holy art used by Zhang Ruochen was too weird, and no one dared to hit the holy weapon again.

"Drumstick."

Just like broken copper and iron, Zhang Ruochen threw more than a dozen sacred artifacts on the ground and piled them into a small pile.

On the other side, Xiang Chunan captured Fang Lingqian with one hand, and pinched the Nan Jinwang with one hand, pinching them with blood and howling, and the bones came out of the flesh.

Throwing the two of them on the ground, Xiang Chunan patted his **** palm, and his heart was still full of anger. He said, "A shit-like character, dare to let Grandpa Xiang scratch his head and admit it? Oh!"

In the distance, the holy kings of the heavenly factions are all angry.

Fang Lingqian and Nan Jinwang are both shit, so what are they? This black **** is too arrogant!

Xiang Chunan glared at them and said, "What are you looking at? Grandpa Xiang, I'm not just targeting them, but I mean you all. Shit, it's all shit. Come on, hit me if you have one?"

No one dared to step forward. The black mule was so strong that he could easily hang Fang Lingqian and Nan Jinwang. It was even easier to pack them.

The monks from all walks of life nearby were watching the battle. At the beginning, they felt that Xiang Chunan and Zhang Ruochen were going to be bad.

The results now make them startled and startled.

"That black **** is too powerful, and some big world leaders may not be his opponents."

"The scholar of that race is also strong. With a hand raised, he took away more than ten sacred artifacts with extraordinary means."

"Somebody dares to fight against the factions in heaven. It's really incredible. They won't be members of a certain world faction, right?"

"Even if it isn't, it is estimated to be from the top 100 big worlds, otherwise it will be death."

...

A godly disciple wearing a fairy crane blue sky robe came with several first-class disciples wearing a unicorn blue cloud robe.

The **** disciple is tall and thin, with eight golden boa constrictors wrapped around his waist. The gas field is quite huge, far exceeding Fang Lingqian and Nan Jinwang.

This person is Yu Wenjing.

At the beginning, Zhang Ruochen attacked the Luna Dojo and captured a large number of evil strong men in the Yinyang Temple. As a monk in the yin and yang world, Yu Wenjing had threatened and warned Zhang Ruochen.

It is for this reason that Zhang Ruochen was very impressed with this divine disciple.

Seeing Yu Wenjing coming, Yang Su and the monks from the heavenly faction overjoyed, and from among them, came out a three-step holy king female priestess, greeted, and whispered to Yu Wenjing.

Yu Wenjing's eyes grew darker and he nodded.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Wenjing spoke with Yang Su and continued to inquire.

The monks in the surrounding area saw that the disciple who had arrived was Yu Wenjing, and immediately understood that the black **** and the scholar of the tribe would suffer a lot today.

Although the yin and yang circles are not members of the heavenly factions, the two sides have always been in good relationship. How can it not be partial?

Sure enough, Yu Wenjing only listened to the party of the heavenly faction and immediately ordered: "Catch the two madmen who disrupt the free trade park. If they dare to resist, let alone kill."

Two first-class disciples rushed up, holding the holy lock.

"Grandpa Xiang, I did nothing wrong. Whoever dares to catch me, I will kill anyone."

Xiang Chunan's anger was deeper. Clenching his fists, one punch was required to blow them all.

Zhang Ruochen stopped him, knowing that if Xiang Chunan really killed the disciples of the Temple of Truth, the consequences would be very serious. At this time, he must not be impulsive.

Feng Yan also rushed over with a number of first-class disciples, and when he was far away, he scolded, "You must return first."

When the two first-class disciples headed for Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Chunan heard the sound of Feng Yan, they stopped immediately, but for a moment, they were afraid to step forward and looked at Yu Wenjing.

Yu Wenjing frowned. Although Feng Yan was a first-class disciple, his status was higher than some preachers, and he was an innocent person.

Yu Wenjing said: "Master Feng, what do you mean?"

In the face of Yu Wenjing, who has a strong gas field, Feng Yan was laughing and laughing, saying, "Brother Yu Wen, why arrest both of them?"

Yu Wenjing snorted, "The two of them first injured Yang Xu, who was in the sky orbit, and snatched the treasures from Yang Xu. Just now, they shot Fang Lingqian and Nan Jinwang seriously and disrupted the order in the Free Trade Park , Arrogant and arrogant, did not take into account the rules formulated by the Temple of Truth. Shouldn't they be arrested? "

Feng Yan smiled and said, "However, the news I received was not like this. It is said that Yang Su, in the sky orbit, first deceived the monk with a holy medicine picked from the outside world. The surname of Xiang The monk was furious, pinched him, and quickly released him. As for Yang Xuan's treasures, he was not robbed of them, but he discarded them there. "

Yu Wenjing had heard some clues, Feng Yan apparently was eluting for the two monks. Does the two monks have any unusual relationship with Feng Yan?

Aside, Yang Su was very annoyed, and said, "What is pinching? You can say it lightly ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ his bit, crushed all three of my bones ..."

"To shut up."

Yu Wenjing glared at Yang Su, and then said, "Did Feng Shi say such a thing, does he have evidence?"

"No evidence, but one witness."

Feng Yan's sleeves waved, and then a first-class disciple came over with the eight-armed spider king.

The eight-armed spider's face was extremely ugly. For example, he was unwilling to stick to today's affairs, and he did not dare to offend the factions in heaven, so he avoided it far away.

However, he did not dare to offend Feng Yan.

So when Feng Yan sent someone to find him, he had to rush over.

Feng Yan patted the eight-armed spider's shoulder and laughed, "Tell what you see and hear and tell everyone to hear it. Be sure to tell the truth. If there is half a word of falsehood, you will be thundered by the sky. Oh! "

The eight-armed spider's body trembled slightly, and then began to talk.

After speaking, not only Yu Wenjing, but also the holy kings of the factions in the heavens, gritted their teeth and stared at Yang Su. Obviously, they have also been deceived.

Yang Xu's face was pale to the extreme, his eyes were black, and he fainted directly on the ground.

As a holy king, of course Yang Xu could not really faint himself, but was fainted by a dark shock from Yu Wenjing.

At first glance, Yang Su wasn't a hard bone. Where was Feng Yan's opponent? Maybe a few words from Feng Yan can scare him into being a lord and tell him what he shouldn't say.

Only when he passed out could Yu Wenjing feel relieved.

Yu Wenjing knew Feng Yan's background and didn't want to offend him, so he said, "Since both sides have mistakes, why not let them reconcile?"

"Brother Yuwen's proposal is exactly what I want," Feng Yan laughed.

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