Yang Yifei almost laughed: "Is it possible that you are practicing the art of jokes?"
With a bang, everyone around couldn't help but laugh.
"The way of a joke, haha, it made me laugh so hard."
"This guy is so funny. He made Ancestor Nanyun so angry."
"If he doesn't die today, I'm willing to treat him to a few glasses of spiritual wine."
The onlookers said one after another.
Nanyun Yulong is indeed an old guy who has lived for thousands of years. He is not angry at this time, and his face has returned to calmness. He sighed softly: "It seems that I can't keep you here."
Yang Yifei said disdainfully: "Then just do it.
If you had taken action earlier, I would have saved myself a few days."
Nanyun Yulong ignored him and said to Meng Xiaoxiao: "Do you really want to stand up for him?"
The place was quiet.
Everyone looked at Meng Xiaoxiao.
Her choice represents the relationship between the two most powerful forces in Dongjitian.
War and peace.
And if a single move can affect the whole body, what is the relationship between these two major forces, and what is the relationship between all the sects and families in the entire Dongjitian.
Meng Xiaoxiao glanced at Yang Yifei and chuckled: "He rejected me, so you have to fight first."
Her plan is also very simple. Yang Yifei is very strong and can suppress the seven kings with one palm. None of the seven true kings can be his opponent.
But among the seven True Lords, the strongest True Lord Tianhuo is only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and is incomparable to Nanyun Yulong.
Nanyun Yulong can also defeat seven of them.
Meng Xiaoxiao's plan is that when Yang Yifei is defeated and about to die, she will step in to save Yang Yifei, and then he will have no choice but to join the Xingluo Demon Sect.
Relying on the magic weapon given by You Shenjun, Meng Xiaoxiao is confident that he can snatch people from Nanyun Yulong.
"good!"
Nanyun Yulong nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Yang Yifei sadly: "Boy, I don't have a backer, let's see what you can do."
"backing?"
Yang Yifei smiled contemptuously and said: "I never need a backer."
"I hope your mouth can still be so hard in the future."
Nan Yun Yu Long Dao.
Nanyun Yuanqing couldn't bear it for a long time: "Ancestor, let me come."
He drew out his long knife and struck it suddenly.
This knife was fast and fierce, and the shining light of the knife shot up into the air, even suppressing the bright sun.
Yang Yifei, on the other hand, stood still and seemed frightened.
"It's over!"
"This kid is simply looking for death. He doesn't even bother to hide."
Everyone exclaimed in surprise.
Just when everyone thought Yang Yifei was bound to die, they saw him gently stretching out two fingers.
Whoa! The bright sword light suddenly disappeared, and the long sword in Nanyun Yuanqing's hand actually stopped in mid-air. No matter how hard Nanyun Yuanqing tried, it could not fall even half an inch.
A group of people were stunned and looked at that scene in astonishment.
Yang Yifei actually easily caught Nayun Yuanqing's long knife with two fingers! "Oh my god, isn't this kid so powerful?"
"Taking the sword with bare hands, is this kid a body-refining monk?"
Everyone was shocked.
Although Nanyun Yuanqing is not well-known, he is powerful and is the most promising monk of the generation of the Nanyun family to be promoted to the Nascent Soul realm.
He is good at sword skills. The power of this sword is so powerful that it can even split a stone. Unexpectedly, it was caught by this kid with two fingers. This is too incredible.
"Are you looking down on me if you want to take action against such a loser?"
Yang Yifei said to Nanyun Yulong.
Nanyun Yuanqing's face suddenly turned red.
His sword had the strength of a million kilograms, and even monks at the same level did not dare to block it easily. The young guy in front of him could easily catch it with two fingers, which was incredible.
Nanyun Yuanqing mobilized all his spiritual power, but the knife seemed to be stuck between Yang Yifei's two fingers, no matter how hard he tried, it would not work.
"Yuan Qing retreat."
A True Lord next to Nanyun Yulong shouted.
He took a step forward, and a spiritual sword in his hand turned into a spiritual light and flew out, like a spiritual snake, with a shrill roar, and shot towards Yang Yifei.
Yang Yifei let go of Nanyun Yuanqing's long sword, curled up his right index finger, and when the spirit sword flew to his side, he flicked it in the air.
Boom! The spirit sword seemed to have been hit by a seven-inch spirit snake. It paused suddenly, then fell to the ground with a laugh. It kept beating, but it could not continue to fly.
Yang Yifei's finger directly destroyed the formation in the spirit sword.
Hiss... Seeing this scene, everyone gasped at the same time.
"Oh my god, isn't this too perverted?"
"The True Lord's spiritual sword was actually destroyed with one finger. Is he too powerful, or is the True Lord too incompetent?"
"I don't believe it, I must have an illusion."
Everyone shouted.
No one believed that a guy who looked like he was a foundation builder could actually destroy the weapon of a true king with one finger.
Although it was just a useless weapon, it represented much more.
The true king of the Nanyun family was immediately surprised.
Nanyun Yulong's expression also became serious.
He looked Yang Yifei up and down, and even used his spiritual consciousness to check that the guy in front of him was indeed at the Foundation Establishment level, and he didn't even have a golden elixir.
Yang Yifei pointed to Yun Yulong and sneered: "Don't send trash out and waste my time.
Come on your own and let me beat you to death."
"you!"
When Nanyun Yulong heard this, his expression suddenly turned ugly.
"What are you!"
Yang Yifei shouted coldly: "I don't want to cause trouble. If you want to compete, I will accompany you to compete. In the end, both of you are seeking death."
Since you want to die, I will help you.
I will beat you to death first, and then destroy your Nanyun family, so that you will be convinced of your death."
"What a big breath."
Nanyun Yulong suddenly became angry, his face was gloomy, and he said: "Even the Xingluo Demon Sect would not dare to utter nonsense about destroying my entire clan. What qualifications do you have to say such a thing?
Aren't you afraid that the wind will blow your tongue?"
"qualifications?"
Yang Yifei smiled indifferently, and the contempt in his expression could even be seen by ordinary people.
The powerful Nanyun Yulong, the ancestor of the Nanyun family and a strong man in the Nascent Soul realm, seemed like an ant in front of Yang Yifei and was not at all in his eyes.
Yang Yifei sneered and said: "How can someone as small as an ant be worthy of speaking in front of me?
Not to mention you, even the Huangji Sect and the Xingluo Demon Sect will be destroyed at my will. Who can stop them?"
Wow! Everyone was in an uproar immediately.
Everyone, including Dai Xinghe and Qiu Yuqian, were stunned and dumbfounded.
Is this guy too arrogant?
How dare you say such a thing is really shocking.
The Huangji Sect and the Xingluo Demon Sect are the two most powerful sects in the East Jitian Territory, but this guy dares to destroy them at any time. No one can stop them.
Aren't you afraid of their divine king?
"This is the craziest person I've ever seen in my life."
"This is not madness, this is seeking death.
Even if the Nanyun family doesn't care about him today, the Huangji Sect and Xingluo Demon Sect will not let him go."