"Monk!" Su Zhe roared angrily, stood up, and tried to rush forward to stop him.
But the Holy Spear King didn't even look back, he just waved his hand and knocked Su Zhe away.
"Senior is good at martial arts." Jie Qing Bu Jie said through gritted teeth.
Wang Yi frowned slightly: "It's not easy for you to hold on until now. Give up. Jiekong and I were old acquaintances. I won't kill you."
"Do you know why I'm here?" Jie Qing Bu Jie Se asked.
Wang Yi shook his head: "I don't know."
"Then how can you persuade me to retreat!" Jie Qing Bu Jie shouted angrily and punched Wang Yi one by one. At this moment, the illusion of Buddhist Vajra appeared in his hand.
"The great Arhat has magical powers to conquer demons!" someone shouted.
It is said that the great Arhat's magic power of subduing demons is the supreme martial art among Buddhist outsiders. It is not difficult to get started. Many Buddhist disciples have practiced it. However, ordinary people can only practice it to the third level, and only when they practice it to the eighth level, they can use it.
There will be an illusion of an Arhat, and at that time this punch will have the potential to shatter the sky and the earth.
"You dare to punch me, good." Wang Yi also punched, and the fists of Jie Qing Bu Jie Se collided, turning the power of the King into invisible, but his expression did not change at all.
But he didn't retreat even though he was still on guard. Blue veins popped up on his forehead, raising the great arhat's magical ability to subjugate demons to a higher level. In the restaurant, the tables and chairs shook for a moment, and many wine bottles burst in an instant.
, the heroes present looked at Jie Qing Bu Cai Se with a little more admiration in their eyes.
At such a young age, being able to fight with the Spear Saint King without retreating is something that most of the big sect leaders in the field don't think they have the ability to do.
Nangong Xi'er quietly put her hand on the hilt of the sword. The man in Qingyi reached out to stop her and shook his head at her.
"When will we take action?" Feng Zuojun skipped the question of "whether to help or not" and just asked when.
Xie Yuling had been watching their duel intently, with cold sweat dripping from his back. He sighed softly: "If he could have taken action, he would have done it long ago. Looking at the situation, if we take action, Wang Yi will kill him."
After finishing speaking, Xie Yuling looked at Priest Xue.
Priest Xue was still drinking wine leisurely and said with a smile: "I am not related to him, so there is no reason to do anything."
Feng Zuojun whispered: "You help us, and we will help you in a moment!"
Priest Xue shook his head: "Okay, but don't rush it yet."
"Retreat." Wang Yi said in a deep voice.
"No retreat!" Jie Qing Bu Jie Se shouted angrily.
Wang Yi shook his head: "Then you can't blame me." He fisted with his right hand and waved his left hand, and the spear stuck on the side fell into his hand.
"Monk, forget it!" Su Zhe fell at the door and shouted angrily.
"Why forget it? How can we forget it?" An old voice suddenly sounded beside him.
Wang Yi frowned suddenly, quickly retracted his fist, grabbed the spear and stepped aside, looking in the direction of the door.
Jie Qing Bu Jie finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the dancing monk's robe hung down, and he also looked towards the door.
Two men wearing bamboo hats stood there, their robes fluttering in the wind.
"Our Su family never settles on anything, we only fight to the end and fight to the death." The old voice sounded again.
"Su family?" Su Zhe turned around and asked in surprise.
"You are the son of the Thirteenth Brother, right? It seems that the Thirteenth Brother's lineage really can only control the abacus. Let us leave the fight to us." The old man said with a smile.
"Who is coming?" Wang Ruoxu shouted.
Wang Yi had already guessed the identity of the visitor, holding a spear in his hand and looking solemn.
Nangong Xi'er once again held the hilt of the sword, but this time the man in green didn't stop him, he just smiled and said, "The show is about to begin."
"You ask who we are?" The two of them took off their bamboo hats at the same time.
"Of course we are Weilongshan, members of the Su family!"
"Su Baiyi!" Everyone in the venue exclaimed.
Among them were naturally old acquaintances such as Nangong Xi'er, Feng Zuojun, and Xie Yuling. But when Fusheng Zuimenglou spread the news that Su Baiyi possessed magical powers, it also spread his portrait.
Everyone has a copy of the pie, so they naturally recognize it.
"Su Baiyi is here!"
"How dare he come here?"
"You are younger than I thought!"
Su Jian put down his bamboo hat and looked a little embarrassed. It was obviously him who had been talking, but all the attention was given to Su Baiyi. He smiled: "Su Baiyi, it seems that you are more famous than me in the world.
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Su Baiyi hurriedly complimented: "Wherever, when my uncle's name is shouted out, it will truly be like thunder!" He deliberately amplified his voice so that everyone in the restaurant could hear it.
"Who else is there in the Su family now? The head of the family, Su Heli?" Everyone in the room whispered.
Su Jian took a step forward, helped Su Zhe up on the ground, and then looked at everyone: "I am - the Su family, Su Jian!"
There was a moment of silence in the field.
Because the name Su Jian is too far away. When he was the leader of the world, most people in the field were not even born. Even if they heard his stories when they were young, they didn't have a deep impression on him.
Until a white-haired old man dropped the wine glass in his hand to the ground, and he said with a slight trembling: "Demon Lord, Su Jian."
"Demon Lord, Su Jian!"
The first member of the Su family to enter the world, Su Jian, who defeated the heroes in the Heroes Conference for many years and won the good jade.
The Su Jian who single-handedly destroyed several major sects and showed no fear in the face of the two major forces in the north and south.
That Su Jian has long since disappeared, leaving only a series of terrifying legends.
"Long time no see." Su Jian said loudly, "I'm back today, please give me some advice!"
Su Baiyi curled his lips helplessly. Although this ancestor had been imprisoned in hell for decades, he was actually still a pushy guy.
Wang Ruoxu on the stage was a little horrified. The name Su Jian was not too unfamiliar to their generation, and they had vaguely heard that he was still alive. But he did not expect that such a person would be here at this moment.
Appearing here, today's heroes conference would be more complicated than he imagined.
Su Jian said he was giving him a lesson, but to whom was he given a lesson?
Who in the field is qualified to teach him?
Only one person.
Wang Yi finally spoke: "I have been secluded in the backyard and watched the pond for many years. I am just waiting for a fight to live up to my expectations. I have fought before, but the opponent did not try his best and couldn't enjoy it to the fullest."
Su Jian smiled and said: "Don't worry, you will have a lot of fun fighting with me. Not only will you have fun, but you should also--"
Su Baiyi clapped his hands and said: "Yes, until death!"
The man in Qingyi smiled and asked Nangong Xi'er: "Are you sure that Su Baiyi was really kidnapped? Why do I think he is enjoying the compliments?"
Nangong Xi'er shook her head helplessly and cursed: "This idiot."