"Can you guys block this punch that I have done for hundreds of years?"
The old beggar stood up from the Grand Master's chair in a flash, and said with an angry look on his face. The autumn wind in the field was bleak, and waves of invisible murderous intent swept towards the crowd of black-robed men.
"If Senior Brother Emperor takes action, we will definitely not be able to resist him."
"But there are so many strange phenomena in the Zhongyuan world today. It would not be surprising if one or two people with superb disguise skills emerge. A few days ago, children in the Sword Sect were stolen, and the major forces began to pay widespread attention. I don't know what the predecessors are.
Do you really have real talent and learning?"
"If the seniors insist on refusing to trade today, then the juniors will have no choice but to take action to verify what the various sects are thinking."
The man in black robes said, "The men in black robes all have murderous intent all over their bodies. Their killing intent is awe-inspiring, and they are ready to take action if they disagree with each other."
As soon as he said this, the old beggar's legs trembled involuntarily. The chicken and the dog were also a little confused. How could the secret be revealed?
Could it be that just from the incident of Jian Zong's child being stolen, the various sects smelled the aura of pirated guy Di and had doubts about the strength of the old beggar?
"presumptuous!"
"In front of Senior Xiaolaodi, you actually dare to speak so wildly. Don't you know how to write the word "death"?"
Before the old beggar could say anything, Ying Diao yelled at him angrily. He didn't know the old beggar's true identity. He only thought that the old beggar was really a little guy, so he stepped forward to boost his reputation.
But with such a voice, the old beggar was completely panicked. This Ying Diao really had no eyesight at all. People began to suspect that he was a fake and shoddy product. This guy actually kept praising him and inciting hatred!
If the other party is impatient and really calls, what should he do?
"Haha, if just now I was only 30% certain that you are not the real Senior Xiaolaodi, then now I am 60% certain that you are a fake!"
"We are only half-sage cultivators. As a saint-level expert, we can sense the aura of martial arts in our bodies at a glance. How can we ask what kind of sect we are from?"
"I have long suspected that you have always been domineering in the Sword Sect, but you have never really made a move, not even once. It turns out that it is not that you disdain to make a move, but that you don't dare to make a move at all, because you are afraid of revealing your secret, yes or no!
"
"To be honest, we are not the ones who came to the Eastern Continent this time. We are just here to negotiate deals and find out the details. There are more masters of sects waiting in the coastal area, just waiting to confirm that there are no villains here.
If Emperor Lao's true form is discovered, they will swarm forward and carve up the Sword Sect!"
"If the Sword Sect can agree to the request of the subordinates and contribute a few children, it may be possible to avoid this catastrophe!"
The leader in black robe said cheerfully.
"What do you mean?"
"How could Senior Emperor Di be fake?"
Ying Diao's expression changed slightly and he asked. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that what the other party said was right. This little emperor had been lazy in the Sword Sect and had never gone out, nor had he shown any strength or cultivation. Even
I've never used the ordinary "Air Navigation" before. Could it be that the other party really got it right?
Is it really a fake? A fake?
For a moment, he wasn't so sure.
"Whether it's true or not, you'll know if you try it?"
"war!"
The man in black robe said coldly, stretched out a hand at will, and struck out a palm in the air. A large bloody handprint suddenly fell towards the direction of the old beggar. The violent blood energy surged, and it seemed to be filled with countless bloody dead souls.
For a moment, the old beggar was so shocked that his hair stood on end. His true cultivation level was only in the Earthly Immortal Realm. Although he pretended to be that, it was fake. Facing the attack from the Semi-Saint Realm, he could not even move.
is quite difficult.
"Wow, seriously!"
"I, the Buddha, take the first step!"
Ergouzi was so frightened that he jumped three feet high. His cultivation level was only in the earthly fairyland. Before the bloody handprint came, he could already feel the strong aura of death. He might die under this palm, no.
, it will definitely die!
"Gan!"
"Slip away!"
Ji Wuqing fluttered his wings and looked away, using his two small wings to protect his head. He stuck out his butt and buried his head into the ground. Although he knew it was useless, as a Pudong rooster, his instinct still drove him to protect himself.
.
"Fuck! Ying Diao, escort me!"
The old beggar's calf muscles twisted, his voice was trembling, and he screamed, who would have thought that his identity as a little guy emperor would be exposed suddenly without any warning!
Are all the monks from these large sects born in the year of the dog? Their sense of smell is so sharp!
"This is the method of the Blood Demon Sect. You are a strong semi-saint of the Blood Demon Sect!"
As soon as Ying Diao drew the sword at his waist, he was about to step forward to stop him, but he stopped in the next second.
Because the powerful blood-colored handprint suddenly stopped for a second the moment it approached the old beggar, and then melted instantly like ice and snow seeing the sun.
There was no earth-shattering momentum, everything happened silently, strangely and silently. Everyone was stunned for a moment, staring at the scene in front of them.
The old beggar himself was stunned. He touched his body randomly with trembling hands, and the expression on his face became wonderful.
"Am I okay?"
"Hahaha, I'm fine!"
"Hit me, come and beat me, you little son of a bitch!"
"The ancients have not deceived me. Is it possible that the book "Self-cultivation of the Actor" found a different way, and after reaching the level of Dacheng, it can actually rival the strong semi-saint?"
The old beggar laughed heartily. Although he didn't know what happened, the fact was before his eyes that he was unharmed.
The man in black robe was also stunned: "This is impossible. This is a conclusion jointly speculated by several super sects. You are just a fake. How can you really have such a cultivation level!"
"Haha, who said I am a fake?"
"Since I have been practicing Taoism, I have stood proudly among my peers. I have been invincible and invincible in the world. I have long been deeply lonely. I just wanted to tease you out of fun. Let's see what you can do. Come again if you have the guts!
"
"I beg you to hit me!"
The old beggar said with a thief smile.
"court death!"
The man in black robe was furious, his robes swelled up, and there was no wind, and layers of blood surged, turning into a sharp blade that pierced the sky, roaring towards the old beggar.
This time, the sense of crisis coming from his body was even stronger. In front of this terrifying aura, the old beggar couldn't move his legs. The feeling of being firmly locked made him unable to move, and he could only watch helplessly.
The bloody blade whizzed over and fell in front of him.
"Buddha bless Buddha bless!"
"No, it seems that Buddha can't bless me. Li Xiaobai bless me, Li Xiaobai bless me! If I die, I will die for you!"
The old beggar's lips trembled, he muttered to himself, and began to pray.
"Buzz!"
Just like before, the blood blade shattered inch by inch the moment it was just a punch away from the old beggar, and exploded into a huge amount of blood. The violent aura rolled out and swept towards a group of black-robed men, shaking their bodies.
Unstable, on the other hand, the old beggar has nothing to do, he is still alive and kicking.
"It's okay!"
The old beggar touched his body and confirmed again, his eyes shining with excitement.
"You dare to do whatever you want to do even though you are a trivial person. Hit me. I beg you to hit me!"