Chapter 1671 (1/2)
Ten thousand dragon abyss, under the sacred light, the barefoot immortal held a broken fan in his hand, with a very leisurely and calm look.
”Daxian, here comes Yang Feng, the leader of Pudu gate.”
”Daxian, Yang Feng, the leader of Pudu gate, is not easy to provoke.”
These experts were flustered. They were about to get the treasure of candle nine Yin, but Yang Feng came. Who is Yang Feng? It was a murderous God. Even if it was Wu Zhetian, they all died in his hands, even the generals under the emperor of heaven died in his hands.
”Panic what, Ben Daxian, am I not here?” The barefoot fairy said proudly.
”Yes, there's an elder. Aren't I here?” Jianxiong is also niucha road.
”The immortal is mighty!”
”The elder is mighty!”
Those masters shouted one after another. At the moment, in their eyes, both the barefoot immortal and the elder are so powerful and domineering. Their familiar bodies are like a great mountain. Even if the flood is surging, even if the mountain flood breaks out, as long as there are two people, they can block the torrent.
”Yang Feng, the leader of the Pudu gate, came to find the tomb of the nine Yin of candles. Go away.”
In the distance of the abyss, Yang Feng's loud voice still came like a flood. After hearing this voice, the barefoot immortal looked up slightly and said majestically, ”my immortal is here. Who dares to be presumptuous? We scattered people, as well as the strong ones of the holy sword palace, must get the treasures in the candle Jiuyin mausoleum.”
”Yes, sect leader Yang, this treasure is ours.” Jianxiong is also dignified.
”Yes!”
The rest of the experts nodded solemnly, and then stood beside them like stars supporting the moon, as if cheering for them.
Whoosh!
In the void, a figure came quickly.
Boom!
With a loud noise, a man with disheveled hair was hit heavily on the ground.
”Green leaf scattered person, how is it you?” The barefoot immortal was slightly surprised. The green leaf scattered man was also an expert. How could he be thrown down from the high air like a pig's head and hit the ground heavily.
Jianxiong was also slightly surprised and said, ”green leaves scattered people, what's the matter with you?”
”Yang, Yang, Yang......”
Lying on the ground, the green leaf scattered man looked up hard, looked painfully at Jianxiong and the barefoot immortal, and said painfully, ”Yang Feng is too powerful. We are not his opponents. All the people we ambush outside are dead.”
”What, they're all dead. Isn't there any left?”
Jianxiong was shocked. Most of the experts who ambushed outside were from his holy sword palace. Only a few were members of other casual practitioners. Because they wanted to get the treasures in the candle nine Yin mausoleum, they divided their work and cooperated. Some of them ambushed outside to stop outsiders, while they planned to enter the candle nine Yin mausoleum by themselves.
”They are all... Dead. They were all shocked to death by the Lord Yang.”
Patter!
At the end of the speech, the green leaf scattered people died.
”Sisi!”
Those masters took a breath one after another. Yang Feng was too powerful, too terrible and too powerful. It was just a roar that shocked the strong people who were ambushed outside. It should be noted that there were at least dozens of strong people who were ambushed outside.
But dozens of powerful experts were shocked to death by Yang Feng.
Whoosh!
In the void, three figures came quickly, and these three were Yang Feng, Saint Laurent and LAN blood dragon.
Hoo Hoo!
The strong wind blew, and Yang Feng took them with him. It was as if the gods came and fell in the void. Standing on the earth, he looked at the people with deep eyes and dignity. The spirit of saints quickly filled the air and said, ”why do you stop me, these mole ants?”
Saint!
Pooh!
The barefoot immortal almost vomited blood. Isn't Yang Feng the twelve strong Yuanshen? Why is he a saint? It turned out that when Yang Feng was promoted to the sect of Kunlun and became a quasi saint, the barefoot immortal and Jianxiong had left the first world.
For these practitioners, due to the fast flight speed, they left the first world quickly. Therefore, they did not know that Yang Feng had been promoted to quasi saint and later became a saint.
”Say, who gave you the courage to let you stop me?”
Boom!
Yang Feng's majestic voice came, strong holy Qi, like a tidal wave, diffuse and suppress‘
”Saint... Saint!”
”The real saint!”
These experts were frightened and looked at the barefoot immortal and Jianxiong.
Seeing everyone looking at himself, the barefoot immortal was a little impatient. He couldn't help it. He just pretended to be too forced, so he can't come forward now.
”Ha ha, it's Yang clan leader. It's a misunderstanding.”
At the end of his speech, the barefoot immortal walked over. The broken fan in his hand gently incited him, and smiled smartly and said, ”Lord Yang, I'm a Chinese Ranger and barefoot immortal. I hope you can give me a face. Don't take the previous things to heart.”
Not far away, those masters looked at the barefoot immortal with envy. The immortal still had face. This is the advantage of strength.
Daxian can come forward in person and ask Yang Feng to give face, but they dare not. Because their strength is not strong, they dare not ask Yang Feng to give face.
”What did you just say?” Yang Feng asked.
”Ha ha!”
The barefoot immortal continued to incite the fan in his hand, pretending to be an expert, and continued: ”I just said that I am a barefoot immortal of the Chinese Ranger. I hope you can give me a face. Don't worry about those things before, how about it?”