Didn't it mean that Shao Hai set a trap to slow down their pace? Moreover, the road to the peak was blocked, so how did he get to Tianwang Peak quickly?
However, before Lin Yang could think more, two more figures jumped from the cliff to the peak!
A man and a woman, about forty or fifty years old.
The woman was wearing a red robe, exquisitely dressed, with light makeup on her face, looking like she still had charm.
As for the middle-aged man, he looked particularly domineering.
He was wearing a brown robe with golden dragon patterns printed on it, which were vivid and vivid. Under the sunlight, the dragon patterns were lifelike, as if they would come alive at any time. As for his aura, it was even more terrifying. As soon as he landed on the Tianwang Peak, everyone had a feeling.
A feeling of difficulty breathing.
The middle-aged man is the chief elder of the Zhan Palace, Su Xingyun!
As for that woman, she wanted to kill Liu Shifeng, the second elder of the palace!
Unexpectedly, Su Moyun, Liu Shifeng and the third elder Guishou all arrived in such a short period of time!
Long Xing's pretty face is ugly, and her silver teeth are biting secretly.
Lin Yang's expression didn't change much.
Shao Hai's fists were clenched secretly, and his face was particularly gloomy.
The three people he feared the most showed up!
"Why did you come so fast? Is the lost formation I set up ineffective? You should be trapped in the lost formation and don't know where you are! Why are you here?" Shao Hai said in a deep voice.
"Elder Shaohai, you are too naive! What's the point of the so-called lost formation? You are trying to stump us with just a small skill? How ridiculous! We only need to use a homing pigeon to get out of your so-called lost formation.
, your little tricks are just a joke." The third elder, Ghost Hand, sneered again and again, with disdain in his eyes.
"Carrier pigeon?" Shaohai breathed heavily.
"I really didn't expect you to dare to come to this Tianwang Peak? Who do you think you are, Shao Hai, who dares to seek this Donghuang Divine Ring? This is something you can covet as well? Get out of here lest we start a fight and you will die.
Mourning on the spot!" The third elder's ghost hands raised the corners of his mouth and said coldly.
"Third Elder, don't speak so early! I admit that I was indeed no match for you in the past! I am not even worthy of being your rival. But after three days of separation, you should look at each other with admiration. I am no longer the same person I was before.
Me! Today, I will decide on this Donghuang Divine Ring!" Shao Hai said solemnly.
"Then it all depends on your ability!" Guishou squinted his eyes, revealing a strong murderous intent.
"It seems that the third elder wants to see if I have made any progress during this period!"
Shao Hai said coldly and stepped forward.
The third elder smiled faintly, his hands behind his back not moving at all.
Obviously, he didn't take Shao Hai seriously at all.
At this time.
Hoo ho ho...
A large number of figures climbed up Tianwang Peak again.
At the same time, the foot of Tianwang Peak was boiling, and a large number of people rushed towards it.
"Master! Master! It's not good! They are coming! They are coming!"
Zheng Dan, disheveled and disheveled, rushed towards this while shouting.
"Um?"
Shao Hai was startled.
Only then did I see the people from the ancient mourning hall fighting and retreating, all crowding up to the Tianwang Peak.
Many people in the ancient mourning hall were covered in scars and blood, and everyone's face was full of fear.
He set his sights again.
Then they saw Yu Ling and Feng Siyuan, who had killed the palace, leading people to rush up the mountain.
Yu Ling is ranked fifth among the five monsters, and Feng Siyuan is ranked third. These two are almost the top representatives of the disciples' strength. Even ordinary elders are not strong enough to deal with them. With them coming forward, Zheng Dan and others cannot resist.
Living there is a matter of course.
"A bunch of losers!"
Shao Hai cursed secretly, his expression unnatural.
