People looked at Gao Tian in trance, and a figure suddenly fell from the sky, instantly separating the two people who were fighting on the field.
He has a long white beard, a broad square face, and a medium build, giving him an unusually loyal feeling.
Is he Yuan Tiandao?
Everyone exclaimed. Most of them saw Yuan Tiandao for the first time. They couldn't help but look at it curiously and were filled with shock.
"I thought you were a fool."
Fan Qianhai's pale face became a little solemn, and his eyes were shining brightly, staring at Yuan Tiandao motionless.
"You old bastard, don't you just want to take advantage of my practice problems and take my life? Shameless villain."
Yuan Tiandao opened his sword and cursed loudly, without any master's demeanor, which made everyone look dumbfounded.
"Damn it, you old turtle is still greedy for life and afraid of death, and you still have the nerve to call others."
"I'm sorry..."
"Your ancestor..."
The Three-Character Sutra floated on the field, and the shocked onlookers were dumbfounded.
Is this really a demigod martial saint? Why does he feel like he is comparable to the scolding aunt in the vegetable market?
Gong Yihong's face turned red when she heard both sides scolding each other's women. She turned her head away and pretended not to recognize the two masters with shame on her face.
In the end, the two octogenarians even pointed at each other's noses, spitting on each other's faces, blushing and rolling up their arms, as if they were planning to punch each other.
The old man in the crowd was not surprised at all and was waiting for something.
When Wang Tao saw the old man's calm and thoughtful expression, he felt surprised and suspicious.
Are they really swearing? Or do they have another purpose?
Wang Tao thought like this, observed the two of them carefully, and immediately noticed something different.
The momentum between the two gradually increased, reaching a frightening level, but because the two were quarreling, they did not attract anyone's attention.
In addition, Wang Tao discovered that the Qi and blood in the two octogenarians' bodies were like seas, gradually rising, and faint blood was coming out.
Hiss! They wouldn’t accumulate hatred through scolding, reach the peak of their status, and then break through in the battle!
Sure enough, for real bosses, women are tools, and martial arts is the only thing.
What kind of polyamory is this? It’s clearly two scumbags looking for an excuse to deliberately accumulate hatred in their hearts and use hatred to break through martial arts.
You must know that the higher you reach an extremely high level, the fewer opportunities you will have to break through martial arts.
Wang Tao wanted to understand a little more, and quietly backed away with a calm expression.
For the two masters, it makes no difference whether a dozen of them hide or not.
Thinking about how terrifying it would be for the two demigods to fight against each other later, Wang Tao stepped back openly to save himself from being disgraced when the time came.
From the corner of his eye, the old man saw Wang Tao retreating, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Wang Tao with some surprise.
Before he could ask Wang Tao anything, the shouting and cursing suddenly stopped.
The yelling stopped, and the two of them stood there, with a strong wind whipping up out of thin air half a meter in front of them.
In an instant, the momentum of the two people was like a mountain or a sea, and they were suppressing the surroundings. Everyone present was like a boat in the wind and waves. Everyone was terrified, and there was an invincible feeling in their hearts.
Hiss! What a terrifying momentum.
Zhang Kun's face turned pale and he clenched his fists tightly to fight against this frightening momentum.
Cang Ranran frowned but felt nothing. She had not stopped martial arts and her spiritual sense had not yet been opened. In her eyes, the two old men suddenly stood there sympathetically and looked at each other ambiguously.
Two old glasses?
I rub it! It’s so exciting!
Cang Ranran thought evilly in her heart, but it didn't take long before she couldn't get excited anymore because the two big guys started taking action.
"war?"
"war!"
The two short words seemed to be squeezed out from the gap between the other's teeth. Fan Qianhai took a step back and threw away the embryo, took out the soft whip from his waist and held it in his hand.
Yuan Tiandao took a step back, and with a wave of his hand, a golden sword flew into his hand from far away from the back house of the Yuan family.
Expelling things?
Everyone was shocked. Whether Fan Qianhai dealt with Yuan Shucheng before and lifted him up out of thin air, or Yuan Tiandao's empty-handed summoning of the sword now, both were miraculous and beyond the understanding of the world.
I rub it! Handsome!
Wang Tao was jealous. Yuan Tiandao's technique of beckoning the sword with his hand was very cool when used to pretend to be a.
Yuan Tiandao held the handle and swung it a few times, and a fierce and ferocious aura spread from his sword. However, anyone who felt the intention of this sword felt dizzy and their thinking was somewhat stagnant.
Wang Tao was slightly stunned when he felt the intention of the sword, but his eyes suddenly widened and he stared at the golden sword in Yuan Tiandao's hand.
Is this mental shielding?
Wang Tao remembered what Yuan Batian had said, and his heart was filled with huge waves.
Did this golden sword also kill people like hemp?
Wang Tao looked solemn for a moment, and suddenly he heard an exclamation in his ears.
"Ah! There is a ghost!"
Cang Ranran does not practice martial arts, and her mental power is very weak. Her spiritual sense is not obvious and she cannot feel the momentum of martial arts, but she can still feel the numbing mental power.
For a moment, her vision went dark, and a simple Caishikou appeared in front of her. The Caishikou was densely packed with kneeling rebels covered in blood and dressed in ancient costumes, and a dazzling golden knife cut off their heads one by one.
"ah!"
Cang Ranran held her head and screamed in fear, causing others to look over in surprise.
"Hey! This idiot."
Wang Tao sighed, flew to Cang Ranran and hugged her, patted her head with one hand, and a stream of true energy poured in, carrying Wang Tao's spiritual power to protect her mind.
"Ah! Ah! A gangster?"
When Cang Ranran regained consciousness, she saw Wang Tao half-hugging her, with a pair of hands still touching her head.
Without thinking, she slapped Wang Tao on the face.
"You stinky gangster, you actually took advantage of me?"
Wang Tao's face twitched and he flew back. Cang Ranran's head felt dizzy again, and the surrounding sky seemed a bit darker.
"You retarded woman, have you ever seen anyone take advantage of someone and touch a woman's head?"
Wang Tao rolled his eyes angrily, "If it weren't for Bai Wancheng's sake, I wouldn't bother to care about you."
"Ah! Yes!"
No matter how stupid Cang Ranran was, she understood that this unattractive guy was saving her.
As Yuan Tian's sword power increased, a scene appeared in front of Cang Ranran's eyes again. This time it was not Caishikou, but a high platform. The same dense group of rebels were kneeling on the platform, surrounded by ordinary people who were watching the excitement.
Cang Ranran held her head in panic and said weakly in the direction of Wang Tao.
"Please give me a hug. Baby please give me a hug."
Seeing Cang Ranran holding her head and begging towards him like an ostrich with a soft voice, Wang Tao's originally heavy face melted instantly.
Although Cang Ranran looks ordinary, her aura of eyes is definitely second only to Feiyue Goddess among the women Wang Tao has ever seen.
"Please give me a hug, baby please give me a hug."
Wang Tao was stunned. He walked over and hugged Cang Ranran with a look of infatuation, then reached out and patted her on the head to protect her mind.
Cang Ranran's eyes regained clarity, and her face was so red that it could bleed.
[Author's digression]: Invincible in fifteen chapters, identity revealed in twenty-five chapters, no more water, the pace has sped up, the original plan was to write five million words, the pace has sped up, I should be able to finish it in one hundred words. Also thank you.
I am very moved by your constant companionship. Finally, I would like to say to those who read this book: Good morning, good afternoon, and good night.