"You dare to fight with my grandfather for something that doesn't know how to deal with my grandfather? Do you really don't know how the word "death" is written? Grandfather, please clean them up and let them see the power of my Shengyuan Sect."
Yuan Shaochong was both angry and excited in his actions.
Others don’t understand my grandfather’s temper, don’t he understand? Obviously, my grandfather is really angry. If these people are more tactful, apologize to themselves, and then break their arms and lose their cultivation.
Perhaps my grandfather would give them a way out for the sake of the reputation of the Holy Cloud Sect, but it would be strange if they were tolerated that my grandfather would be able to tolerate it.
The Shengyuan Sect has disappeared for so many years and has finally returned. It is not just that such a war is needed to regain its prestige, and everyone knows that the Shengyuan Sect or the former Shengyuan Sect, no one should underestimate it.
In front of him, Gu Fenghua, Luo Enen and others seemed to have a miserable look of screaming with broken hands and feet. Yuan Shaochong was unprecedentedly excited, and his pig-head-like face was shining with crystal light.
"Which sect are you disciples?" Yuan Daoling waved his hand, looked at Gu Fenghua and others, and asked in a deep voice.
In fact, he was only one step away from taking action, but when he saw the golden light flashing between Luo Enen and others' eyebrows, and when he saw the actions of Zhen Fengliu, Liang Yicheng and others, he was shocked and forced himself to turn it on.
The anger was forcibly suppressed for a while.
Although Luo Enen Bai Fatty and others did not fully demonstrate their strength, they could guess just by looking at the vague golden light that they were definitely at the fifth grade of the Emperor Saint or even the sixth grade of cultivation.
It’s okay for the old men I’ve fought against before. After all, my age is there, and it’s not too bizarre to have such cultivation. But how old are those young men and women? How could they have such cultivation?
The young man in the lead, a man and a woman, did not show any strength under his pressure, but it was precisely because of this that the feeling that it gave people was even more profound. He could be sure of their strength.
Still above others!
He had seen the previous injuries of Zhen Fengliu, Liang Yicheng and others with his own eyes. Even if he took the healing pill healed from the ancestors of the Holy Yuanzong, he would not be able to recover for a while. But shortly after taking the holy pill, they
He actually stood up again, and the injury was probably healed most of the time.
These people are not only young and powerful, but also have such a healing pill on them. Who are they?
Shengyuan Sect has been away from the world for thousands of years, but he doesn't want to provoke any powerful enemy he can't afford to offend as soon as he returns.
Looking at Gu Fenghua and Ye Yunji, Yuan Daoling's expression also became solemn.
Liang Shaochong was so excited that he couldn't help but laugh wildly, but when he saw his grandfather's grandfather retreating at the beginning of his life, he couldn't help but feel depressed again.
However, he always admired and aweed his grandfather. No matter how unwilling he was in his heart, he didn't dare to say anything.
"Old man, I'm asking if you're trouble, if you want to fight, you'll beat them. If you don't fight, you'll go your own way and go back to your home. Why do you want to ask so much nonsense?" Without waiting for Gu Fenghua to speak, Luo Enen curled his lips.
He said with disgust and impatient.
Beside him, Weng Yuanming and others were sweating coldly. Facing the leader of the Shengyuan Sect, who was once the head of the Eighteen Saint Sect in Xuanji Realm, even they felt very stressed, and they couldn't help feeling uneasy. Only this heartless Luo
Only the eldest lady dared to talk to Yuan Daoling like this.