The people around him stared blankly, with fear written all over their faces.
Especially the elders were extremely shocked!
Because they found that the old man was not blushing or out of breath at this moment.
He didn't look exhausted at all.
The consumption effect of two evil geniuses... doesn't seem to be obvious...
"It seems that this person didn't use all his strength when he fought with Pang Liang!" Fourth Elder Xi Mulin said solemnly.
"He must have been sitting here all year round and found it boring, so he kept teasing Pang Liang! With his strength, it would be easy to kill Pang Liang." The fair-weather monk also narrowed his eyes.
The disciples were excited.
"Senior Brother Pang Liang!"
"That's it...gone?"
The people in Prince Li's palace were trembling with fear and fear.
Looking at the round object in the old man's hand, everyone's scalp was numb.
An atmosphere of terror spread everywhere.
"Who else wants to fight? Let's do it! I'll accompany you!" The old man threw Pang Liang's head on the ground and said with a smile on his face.
Everyone looked at each other in complete silence.
At this moment no one dared to step forward.
Many disciples subconsciously retreated, especially those elite disciples.
After all, even Yu Ling and Pang Liang were gone, and if they went up... they would just die.
"First Elder, the Third Elder and I have both lost a beloved disciple. Now it's up to you to step in, right?" Liu Shifeng tilted his head and shouted, urging the First Elder Su Moyun here.
"That's right! Where is Wu Ji? Is it time for him to take action now?" Gui Shou also spoke up.
Although they were the ones who called out to challenge Yu Ling and Pang Liang, they were still heartbroken when they died.
The most important thing is that the strength of Sha Wanggong and Li Wanggong has dropped a lot as a result.
If Zhan Wanggong always chooses to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers and tigers, how can they be happy?
However, Gui Shou and Liu Shifeng kept asking questions, but they couldn't move Su Moyun in the slightest.
"My beloved disciple Wu Ji did not participate in the Eastern Emperor Conference, so you asked me to let him take action, but I'm afraid I can't do it!" Su Moyun said.
"What?"
The scene was in an uproar.
"Senior Brother Wu Ji didn't attend the Donghuang Conference?"
"This...how did this happen?"
"Senior Brother Wu Ji is so powerful. If he comes with him, who can be the opponent of Zhan Wang Palace?"
"Is it possible that Senior Brother Wu Ji is not interested in the Donghuang Divine Ring?"
Everyone was confused and started talking.
"Wu Ji didn't come? What happened? Did you not let him come?" Liu Shifeng was very unhappy and asked coldly.
"It's because he doesn't want to come."
"Ha, I don't think so." Guishou snorted coldly: "But since Wu Ji is in the future, I won't force it, but you should send a disciple up anyway, right?"
"Okay!" Su Moyun nodded, looking sideways at the group of disciples from the War Palace behind him: "Wen Shi! Come out and compete with this senior on behalf of our Zhan Palace!"
People named Wen Shi are like being struck by lightning, and their faces turn pale.
"Master, I..."
"Don't tell me that you don't dare to go! If you are timid, you will be a disgrace to me and the people in the palace. You should know what methods a master usually uses against such people!" Su Moyun said.
said expressionlessly.
When Wen Shi heard this, he trembled all over. He opened his mouth, but could no longer speak.
"Why don't you go quickly?"
Su Moyun shouted.
Wen Shi swayed his body and walked forward cautiously.
"Senior Brother Wen."
"Senior brother..."
The disciples in Zhan Wang Palace shouted one after another.
At this time, a shout sounded.
"Master! Senior brother Wen Shi went out for training some time ago and was injured, and he has not recovered yet. There is no need for him to step forward in this battle. Let me fight!"
At this time, a man who looked to be in his mid-twenties suddenly came forward, cupped his fists and shouted loudly.
"Junior Brother Fan?"
"Junior Brother Fan, you...what do you want to do?"
"Come back quickly, Junior Brother Fan!"
"You are no match for that person!"
The people in Zhanwang Palace were anxious and shouted one after another.
However...Su Moyun nodded directly.
"Fan Feng, since you want to replace your senior brother Wen! Then I will allow you to do it! Come on!"
Countless disciples were stunned.
With a determined look on his face, Fan Feng strode towards the old man.
"No!!"
Wen Shi screamed, grabbed Fan Feng, and shouted: "Junior Brother Fan! You can't go! I'm going! Let me go!"
At this moment, Wen Shi was not afraid anymore.
"Senior brother! You are the elder of all senior brothers and sisters. Although your strength is not as good as that of senior brother Wuji, you treat us like family. The rules of the War Palace are strict, and the tasks assigned every day are extremely heavy. It is you who give all senior brothers and sisters
They are inseparable from you. I, Fan Feng, started early, am soft-spoken, and have mediocre strength. This is all I can do. Leave this battle to me! Senior brother, I can only do it for you.
Here we are.”
Fan Feng roared, pushed Wen Shi away, and rushed towards the old man.
"Fan Feng!"
Wen Shi's eyes were blood red, he roared horribly, and wanted to chase him immediately.
But it was too late.
Fan Feng didn't even say hello, but directly attacked the old man.
Frontal attack?
This is undoubtedly suicide!
Even if Wu Ji is here, he may not be able to survive!
Many people screamed uncontrollably.
Many people in Zhanwang Palace even turned their heads and closed their eyes, unable to bear to watch the next scene.
However, at this critical moment, a figure suddenly stood in front of Fan Feng and forcibly stopped him.
