The middle-aged man's hands were frozen in mid-air, and he stared blankly at Elder Liu falling from the sky. His head was a little dazed for a moment.
Who is Elder Liu?
The top ten masters in the Chinese Cultivation Alliance almost represent the highest level of Chinese monks, but unexpectedly, they fell from the peak.
Ahem!
Elder Liu's face was extremely ugly, sometimes green, sometimes white, and the clear five-fingerprints on his left cheek were shocking. Finally, his eyes widened, his body trembled uncontrollably, and there was fear in his eyes, and he said in a trembling voice: "
So powerful, so powerful.”
With just one slap, Feng Hao slapped him down, and he didn't even use his body-protecting essence.
If it hadn't been for the body-protecting essence being unleashed after the fall, he would have turned into a puddle of flesh after falling from such a high altitude.
Elder Liu crawled out of the pit with lingering fears. When facing the middle-aged man, he looked slightly embarrassed.
After all, when I went up, I was in high spirits and had the momentum of subduing the tiger and subduing the dragon.
However, within a few moments, he was photographed from the top of the mountain, and he was extremely embarrassed.
"I had just broken through to the middle of the pill formation stage, and my realm was unstable. Only then was I successfully attacked by that kid. Otherwise, I would have made him kneel down with one hand."
Elder Liu sighed, but he didn't blush at all.
Behind him, there were a total of five hundred battalion-level soldiers, looking at this scene that completely subverted their understanding, and they were a little scared.
This isn't a movie, and the old guy doesn't have wires on him.
How the hell did he get into the air?
Everyone felt a lot of pressure, and sweat began to ooze from their foreheads.
Da da da!
Da da da!
At the same time, several armed helicopters flew in and landed where the army was stationed, leaving many elites known as the King of Soldiers.
These people are fully armed, have sharp eyes, and have a murderous aura about them, the kind of murderous aura that holds the enemy's life in their hands.
But when they got off the helicopter, they did not get into position immediately. Instead, they were waiting for the special person on the helicopter to get off.
There were four armed helicopters, including seven immortal old men. Among them, there was actually a young man in his twenties who jumped out of the helicopter.
Being as light as a swallow is not enough to describe the elegance of the eight of them, just like a feather falling to the ground.
Wow!
When the soldiers stationed in the army saw this scene, they were in an uproar again, with extremely horrified eyes.
In their minds, almost all of the invincible warrior kings were ruthless men who exceeded the limits of the human body, but compared with the people in front of them, there was obviously a very obvious gap.
They believe that no one in the army can do any of the tricks that are as light as a swallow's.
"Elder Situ and the others are here..."
The middle-aged man looked slightly moved when he saw the group of people getting off the plane. Even these ancient cultivation families had sent representatives.
These people are not monks from the Cultivation Alliance, but they belong to a cultivator family that has close ties with the government. Their backgrounds are very terrifying.
Huashan, Kunlun, Taishan...the ancient clans that occupy one side of the dragon lineage have very profound foundations, far beyond those of the people in their cultivation alliance.
Rumor has it that anyone who comes out of the ancient tribe is an SSS-level strong person. Rumor has it... that there are even many old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage.
Gudong!
The middle-aged man's throat trembled, and his heart was shocked. Who were the people at the peak? Even these people were mobilized.
Could it be that he was not a wild cultivator, but an ancient cultivator?
Otherwise, how can a wild cultivator take a picture of Elder Liu? They don't have this strength at all, but the ancient clan can.
For example, among the eight monks of the ancient tribe, the youngest one, with an outstanding temperament and a handsome appearance like a young master, is the leader of the younger generation of the ancient tribe, named Jin Xin.
In the world of Chinese cultivation, the most dazzling battle was against three SSS-level monks in the alchemy stage, which shocked all the monks.
Rumor has it that this Jin Xin is a monster who is expected to attack the Jindan Yuanying.
"Elder Liu, how is the situation above?"
When the people from the ancient Xiuzhen tribe came, they naturally came towards the middle-aged man and Elder Liu. They all belonged to the cultivators and were in the same circle, and they were very familiar with each other.
Elder Liu's face turned red and he said seriously: "Everything is under control. By the way, what are the people from your ancient tribe doing here? Is that kid a member of your ancient tribe?"
The leader of the group, the old man named Situ Bei, was a very prestigious elder among the ancient clan.
Elder Situ snorted coldly: "Our ancient tribe has a rich history, and there will never be such a descendant who doesn't know the heights of the world. Since he is a person of unknown origin, just seize the seal and release it to space."
Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, Elder Ouyang took the lead and made a move in the air with his right hand, shouting: "Here comes the sword!"
call out!
Suddenly, a sword light emerged from the propeller of the armed helicopter, a chill erupted, and the golden light headed straight for Situ Bei.
"Ignorant children, after learning the magic of two hands, try to harm the common people. Today, this swordsman will do justice for heaven."
Situ Bei laughed twice, straightened his figure, landed directly on the speeding sword light, and soared upward towards the summit of Mount Everest.
"Oh my god, what is this? Sword Immortal? Legend of Sword and Fairy, Xiaoyao?"
"There are really immortals. Is this world still the world I know?"
Both officers and soldiers were deeply shocked by the scene before them.
I thought that when they got off the plane, their bodies were as light as swallows, which was already an extremely superb skill. But compared with the scene in front of them, walking away with sword light, just like the swordsman in the movie, it was a day and a day.
At this moment, they felt a shock that came from the depths of their souls.
Elder Liu and the middle-aged man were also slightly moved. They were worthy of being strong men of the ancient clan. They had reached such a level that they could fly with swords. This was the spirit of the monks in the Golden Core stage. They could go up to heaven or earth, and could do anything.
In the global rankings, this is equivalent to an extremely super existence.
At this moment, at the top of the peak, the five cultivators from the Cultivation Alliance showed no hostility towards Feng Hao. It should be said that they did not dare to be hostile.
The scene when Elder Liu in the alliance was slapped down by Feng Hao was like a bolt of lightning, opening up their new understanding of power.
It turns out that there are still such super beings on earth in the Dharma-ending era.
In that movie "War of the Ancient Gods", without special effects, it is not difficult to imagine how terrifying Feng Hao's strength is...
Therefore, they were all sitting on the top of the mountain in a polite manner at this moment, raising their heads and looking at Feng Hao on the ice and snow with respect and admiration.
"Brother Feng, it's like this. In addition to the national forces that ordinary people know about, we in China now have two forces behind us."
"They are the Cultivation Alliance, which is the camp we are in. The strongest one... is in the pill formation stage. The one you just photographed... is one of the top ten elders of our alliance..."
"The other one has a great background. I heard that it has been passed down for thousands of years and is an ancient cultivating family. There are only eight such families in the whole of China. They occupy the precious land of China's Lingshan Mountain and have a very deep foundation."
Li Hao followed Feng Hao's instructions and told Feng Hao completely about the cultivation forces on earth.
As for Feng Hao, for the first time in so long after coming to Earth, he had a certain understanding of the world of cultivation on Earth.
"Too weak, too weak!"
After Feng Hao's analysis, the alchemy stage is equivalent to a great martial artist, and the golden elixir stage is equivalent to a martial spirit. Although in the eyes of ordinary people, they are already very powerful, in his eyes... they are not worthy of the stage at all.
Especially Xiao Qiuqiu, who looked even more disdainful.
Even Black Dragon, who was just a little kid in the eyes of the Beast God, looked at these monks with contempt.
Of course, they have this qualification.
"Ignorant child, you almost caused a catastrophe. Today, this immortal master will do justice for heaven and be captured obediently!"
At this moment, a loud shout suddenly resounded from the top of the mountain.
Feng Hao raised his eyebrows, and through the strong wind and snow, he saw an old man in white robes coming with sword light on his feet. He was majestic and exuded pure spiritual power fluctuations.
"Sword Immortal Situ Bei is the predecessor of the ancient clan!"
Li Hao and others were startled. Under the sword light, their faces turned pale, and then they rolled around like lazy donkeys, avoiding the sharp edge that split everything.
"Is it over yet? This emperor is distracted and offends one after another. Do you really think that I am merciful?"
Feng Hao became angry, took a step forward, and with his big hand like a cattail leaf fan, he violently fanned out toward the sword light.
Keng!
The spiritual power on the sword was scattered, revealing the gorgeous sword body. Then cracks appeared, and then it broke directly into iron slag.
"Fuck..."
Situ Bei subconsciously exclaimed. Before he could stand upright, a foot gradually enlarged in his eyes.
"what happened?"
Before Situ Bei could react, or even get used to the thin spiritual energy at the top of the mountain, his vision went dark, and a powerful feeling of weightlessness suddenly came over him.
He... just like Elder Liu, fell from the peak like a kite with its string broken.
"Xiao Hei, Xiao Qiuqiu, come down with me. If you don't give her a good punishment, it seems she won't stop."
Feng Hao couldn't stand so many flies flying around. In a rage, he jumped off the top of the mountain with Xiao Hei and Xiao Qiuqiu.
Xiao Hei transformed into a black dragon, and Little Ball sat on the head of the little black dragon.
As for Feng Hao, his Suzaku wings instantly unfolded and fell from the clouds, like a god descending to earth...