Huangyang Square.

Whether it is the true man of Gangqi or the Grandmaster of Huajin, his face changed wildly, and his horrified expression remained on his face and could not dissipate for a long time.

Broken One, it really exists!

That palm is too big!

Lang Mozu shivered all over and growled in his heart: "A palm of nearly thousands of square meters? He, he must be the Broken One!"

A true man from the Huayuan family was trembling all over, but his heart was filled with excitement.

"This is the Broken One, majestic and majestic! No wonder Huangyang is so arrogant... How can such an existence be condescending to surrender to us?"

Many true people of Gangqi were shocked and were ecstatic.

They practiced the ancient style and had a firm will, but on this vast star, the end was already there, and there was no way ahead.

There is no such thing as a miracle.

And now, they saw that a miracle was right in front of them!

Wearing white clothes, we come with elegance, with a handsome face and a profound and grand temperament. This is the realm they are eagerly looking forward to—

Brokener!

Fang Cheng walked over with a faint expression. He glanced at Long Cheng, the North Gate in the deep pit, and chuckled: "I like to pretend to be dead?"

There was no movement in the deep pit.

The nearly shattered bones of the North Gate Long Cheng was stiff all over and seemed to faint.

"well."

Fang Cheng's face was calm and he glanced at the audience. He was shocked by his eyes everywhere and did not dare to look directly at Fang Cheng's appearance and eyes.

An inexplicable smile appeared on Fang Cheng's face: "If you pretend to be dead, you will really die."

"Bang!"

Long Cheng climbed up at the north gate of the deep pit, smiled bitterly, and knelt on the ground: "I hope the broken ones are merciful, so spare me this time."

He is not afraid of death.

But he was afraid that he was dead and could not see the road ahead or the wonderful things above miracles.

Long Cheng from the North Gate was unwilling to give up, so he knelt down and begged.

"The leader of Long Cheng... is as arrogant as the leader of Long Cheng, and is also kneeling down to pray for forgiveness! This is simply unimaginable." A master of Huajin was dumbfounded and his forehead was numb.

But in a blink of an eye, he sighed softly in his heart.

"After all, he is a broken man. Compared with him, the difference between the leader of Longcheng and the bright moon."

It is not a big deal to offend a broken man and kneel down and beg for mercy.

Everyone present was sweating coldly.

They were very grateful for their onlookers.

When the Broken One comes, even the first ancient body of Mou Zixing must protrude into the ground, tremble, and pray for the Broken One's forgiveness.

Fang Cheng glanced at Long Cheng, the North Gate who was trembling with excitement, and a smile appeared in his eyes, and said lightly: "Stand aside."

"yes!"

North Gate Long Cheng was thankful and then dragged his broken body back to the position of the people of the North Gate family.

"laugh."

The silver ground was dragging a long stain of blood.

Everyone glanced at Fang Cheng carefully, kept smacking their tongues, and looked at the trembling North Gate Long Cheng with sympathy.

Fang Cheng's body fell and stood on the high platform.

In the entire square, hundreds of ancient people were silent, no one was talking about it, no one made a sound, and even held their breathing secretly.

The Huangyang Hu was like an old servant, standing respectfully under the platform, with his head and arms hanging down.

Huangyang Zhu smiled, showed a smug smile, and raised his chin. He stared at each real person of Gangqi.

Who is ignorant?

Who is stupid?

You know nothing about power.

Fang Cheng looked at Huang Yangzhan with a funny look, then glanced at the audience, his eyes falling on everyone's eyes.

This is the application of the law of space.

"I'll ask you guys, the ancients of Mou Zixing."

"A year and sixteen days ago, have you seen a golden light of tens of thousands of meters in diameter or height, a pure and vast golden light?"

"Think about it carefully, anyone who knows and detects the information can obtain a broken method."

Fang Cheng's faint voice resounded throughout the audience.

The next moment—

“Buzz.”

Inexplicably fluctuated, and a black booklet floated on the high platform.

Fang Cheng pointed to the black booklet: "The method of breaking is here. Those who receive this message can take away this method after I confirm it."

The method to break the void!

The road above Gangqi True Man!

The ultimate, myth of ancient style practice!

Many ancient people had a burning look, and they wanted to directly use this black booklet, but when they thought of Fang Cheng's great strength, another pot of cold water poured into their hearts.

They were a little uncomfortable.

The ancient style people have extremely powerful strength, and the real person of Gangqi controls a country, firmly sits at the top of the country, overlooking the rise and fall of clouds and the rise and fall of all living beings.

But at this moment, how dare they act recklessly?

The only way to obtain the method of breaking is to follow the wishes of the broken ones.

Langmo stood barefoot and suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill.

His feet were trembling when they stepped on the silver ground.

‘The ancient style of Mou Zixing?’

This sentence... has already demonstrated the existence of Mr. Fang.

He is not a human being of Mou Zixing!

He comes from outside the starry sky!

Lang Mozu took a deep breath and looked around without any trace. Many quick-minded ancient people had different expressions.

It was obvious that they also noticed this horrifying and terrifying thing.

"hiss."

Langmo's feet slowly exhale, and a white light appears.

He barely recovered his calmness, suppressed his heart and frowned and began to think.

"Golden Light?" Lang Mo's eyes narrowed.

His head and mind were turning wildly, trying to find information about it, but disappointingly, he found nothing.

At least, he had never heard of it.

"Does anyone know?" Lang Mozu turned his head and looked at the tribe members.

"I haven't heard of it."

"The golden light is ten thousand meters? Could it be that kind of cloudy clouds?" a master of Huajin asked tentatively.

Lang Mozu's face turned black: "Liuxia is mostly red. Even if it is gold, it is mixed with red. Are you sure it is pure gold?"

"Uh." This master of Huajin knew that he had made up his words and shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Not far away.

North Gate Long Cheng wiped his face with blood, and he didn't care. He felt deeply excited in his eyes. He turned his head suddenly: "Who knows?"

He is dedicated to practicing martial arts and will not pay attention to such things even if they happen.

"Golden light? Where is there any golden light in nature? If it were in the city, it would be possible." A real person with Gangqi frowned.

Beimen Longcheng was meticulous and immediately rejected: "With existing technology, the pure and vast golden light of tens of thousands of meters cannot be created at all."

"Either it's a natural scene... or it's an unknown powerful existence."

After talking about his reasoning, Long Cheng from Beimen couldn't help but shivered.
To be continued...