"What are you doing, what are you doing!"
"Hey, the yellow hair who carries green vegetables on his shoulders, say you!"
"And the one with the scar on his face, get out!"
"Two handymen in the outer mountains, can they be deaf? You can only go through the back door for such lowly people. Who told you to go through the front hall?"
A group of soldiers came over, screaming, and pointing.
"Old... Boss, the people of Seventh Mountain are not easy to mess with, let's go through the back door."
Little Brother Huang Mao said with a trembling voice.
Deng Jiuling saw that in the corner of the palace gate of the main hall, a small door had been opened.
The shape of this door is a bit like a dog hole, and it looks very humble.
"Boy, what about you, what's special... Isn't it going to be death?"
Seeing that Deng Jiuling didn't speak, two big men immediately said, rubbing their fists.
however!
Deng Jiuling walked forward with his hand, ignoring these people at all.
When he reached the gate, Deng Jiuling suddenly leaped into the air.
boom!
The door plaques on the main hall cracked instantly, turned into pieces, and fell one after another.
Boom!
At the next moment, the huge door plaque has fallen on the ground.
"The eighth mountain Xiaojiu, come to challenge Wang Lun."
In an instant, Deng Jiuling's majestic and scowling voice resounded through the sky.
"What, this kid, actually came to challenge the Lord?"
"I, Cao, this handyman named Xiao Jiu, is it too awkward?"
"Oh, it turned out to be a kicker!"
Wow!
In this scene, the disciples of the Seventh Mountain were all in an uproar.
"What... I'm looking for death!"
"dead!"
At the beginning, they yelled at Deng Jiuling's two disciples. Hearing the words, they were all furious. They raised their swords and slashed directly at Deng Jiuling.
"roll!"
Deng Jiuling yelled and didn't make any move.
But there was spiritual power in this voice, and it shook the two big men in an instant.
Damn it! Damn it!
Two big knives landed instantly.
Puff! Puff!
The two big men, with their knees bent, knelt directly on the ground.
"From today, I will fight the flag of the Seventh Mountain!"
Boom!
Deng Jiuling punched in the air, and the door like a small hole instantly cracked and turned into nothingness.
After that, Deng Jiuling continued on.
Wherever they went, the disciples of the Seventh Mountain all stepped back, with horror in their eyes.
"I'm Cao, boss, so fierce!"
Little brother Huang Mao, his eyes widened, as if he knew Deng Jiuling for the first time.
This... Isn't it too awkward
Not long ago, Deng Jiuling was just a low-level handyman.
Even now, Deng Jiuling climbed up to the third brother Xuan and became the chef of the Eighth Mountain.
can! Deng Jiuling's status in the arena is far from that of Wang Lun, a white-clothed scholar.
But now Deng Jiuling's posture is to single-handedly challenge the entire Eighth Hall
I'm Cao!
This... is too exaggerated, right
Although the little brother Huang Mao knew very well, Deng Jiuling's martial arts was good, but he was more powerful than Ruda.
But Wang Lun, a white-robed scholar, is an ordinary disciple of the inner sect, who will be afraid of existence!
Among the seventy-two hall masters, Wang Lun ranks very high, ranking among the top ten!
And the third brother Xuan was just the last in the ranking.
Even the third brother Xuan had to call out brother when he saw Wang Lun!
And you, Deng Jiuling, what are you
Just when the curly-haired boy fell into great horror.
Deng Jiuling's voice came with the wind: "Pick the greens and follow!"
"Yes."
Although he was unwilling, Huang Mao still bit his head and followed Deng Jiuling.
When the two stepped into the main hall, they saw many disciples of the seventh mountain, each holding a big sword, as if they were approaching an enemy.
"Let Wang Lun come out, I will fight him today!" Deng Jiuling said lightly while standing with his hand.
The sound is not loud, but it contains the thunderbolt, and the power of squint.
"It's a joke, just because you are a little bitch, you are also worthy to challenge the Lord?" With a sneer, he followed the wind.
As soon as the voice fell, Huang Siye brought a group of people and hula-la came over.
"Xiao Jiu, you stinky boy, dare to come?" Huang Fei walked over with a cane, his eyes full of resentment.
Huang Feigang was slapped by Wang Lun, feeling sad and indignant.
But Huang Fei knew very well that Wang Lun was a gentleman. Although he had a wretched personality, he was a man of faith.
But unexpectedly...
Nima and Wang Lun hadn't even shot yet, but Deng Jiuling actually kicked the gym
"A Fei, you don't need to worry, Master killed him today." Raising his sleeves, Fourth Master Huang looked gloomy.
If Deng Jiuling "hides" and the Eighth Mountain does not come out, Fourth Master Huang would really have nothing.
After all, although Wang Lun is strong, he must follow the Dalin Code and cannot extend his tentacles to the Eighth Mountain.
But if Deng Jiuling came to the Seventh Mountain by himself, the result would be different.
On the site of the Seventh Mountain, Huang Siye had absolute confidence and killed Deng Jiuling!
"Call me!" Huang Siye yelled.
Wow!
As soon as the voice fell, more than a dozen sturdy men, carrying wolf-toothed swords, rushed towards Deng Jiuling with a grinning grin.
however!
"roll!"
Boom!
Deng Jiuling let out a roar, a dozen of earth, and he knelt down on the ground, unable to stand up anymore.
It's not that they don't want to stand up, but that there seems to be a terrifying coercion between heaven and earth that prevents them from getting up.
"Lao Huang, you are not qualified to fight with me, but let Wang Lun come out." Deng Jiuling said lightly.
"Xiao Jiu, if you think you can fight, you are awesome. This is Dalin Temple, the holy land of martial arts, not you... home!"
Snapped!
"what… "
Boom!
Huang Fei was about to say something, his eyes flashed, and his whole body flew upside down, banging against the wall.
In an instant, there was a human-shaped gecko on the wall.
Huang Fei's whole body was directly embedded in the wall, his face swollen like a pig's head.
boom!
Ten seconds later, Huang Fei slowly fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth and blood flowing.
"Xiao Jiu, you... are looking for death!"
This scene, seeing Huang Siye, thunder was furious.
"Kill! Kill without mercy!"
Roar!
Huang Siye roared, his eyes were red, and murderous intent appeared.
Hoop!
When the voice fell, more than a hundred big guys hula la and ran out, looking hideously.
however!
At this moment, a cold and majestic voice resounded through the audience in an instant:
"stop!"
The sound is like thunder, majestic and dignified!
After hearing this voice, all the big guys looked in awe and backed away like a tide.
Even Huang Siye was in awe and did not dare to speak.
Under the eyes of everyone, a man of middle-aged scribes dressed in white and very decent appeared in front of everyone.
This man appeared ghostly, walking without any movement, and looked very wicked.
But everyone knows that this is the realm of light practice to the point of wise, treading snow without trace.
"What a great martial arts." Little brother Huang Mao was suddenly shocked.
This martial arts is so high that even if Lu Da has been practicing for ten years, he still can't keep up with shooting horses.
"Hall Master!"
Hoop!
When the middle-aged scribes were sitting on the throne, hundreds of people in the hall knelt down one after another.
"Well, get up all."
The middle-aged scribe nodded and waved his big hand. Then the disciples got up and stepped aside respectfully.
"Xiao Jiu, you don't want to wait for the eighth mountain, what's going on with me on the seventh mountain?"
Holding the tea cup, the white-robed scribe said coldly: "Could it be that... you think you are tired of life?"
The voice of the scribe in white is very plain, without the slightest feeling of emotion.
Even from beginning to end, the scribes in white were drinking tea with their heads down, not looking at Deng Jiuling at all.
But when the words of the white-robed scribes were settled, an invisible aura of majesty, instantly permeated like ocean waves.
Wow!
The waves are surging to the sky, rolling up thousands of waves, making everyone's eyes dizzy, and intuition seems to be drowned.
This is just the aftermath of the waves, making it almost impossible to breathe.
What about Deng Jiuling, who is in the center of the storm
Zi... Zi Zi!
The little brother Huang Mao's teeth trembled and shivered, almost lost in horror.
Huang Mao's little brother martial arts is not high, but he has been in Dalin Temple for so many years, and he still has some insights and foresight.
Little Brother Huang Mao knew very well that the white-clothed monk was using his outstanding martial arts to directly release the pressure of his breath and prepare to cause Deng Jiuling to be seriously injured.
even!
If Deng Jiuling is too weak, he might turn into a vegetable!
The rule of Dalin Temple is that you can fight, but you can't kill each other.
But the so-called sword without eyes, in the competition, death and injury are inevitable.
The martial artist in white clothes is very high, and he can clearly slap Deng Jiuling to death.
But he didn't do this, instead, he released his mental power and killed people invisible.
This trick cannot be said to be innocent!
Mental power attacks are invisible and colorless, and cannot be detected by scientific instruments.
Even if the martial arts master arrives, it is difficult to define whether a person was killed by mental power.
In the eyes of Little Brother Huang Mao, even if Deng Jiuling died today, it would be dead in vain!
however!
Faced with the mental attack of the white-clothed monk, Deng Jiuling looked up at the sky and ignored it.
Three seconds passed in a blink of an eye.
Ten seconds passed in a blink of an eye.
Fifteen seconds passed in a blink of an eye.
For fifteen seconds, Deng Jiuling stood with his hands behind, looking at the sky, and even hummed a little song.
puff!
This scene finally changed the face of the scribe in white.
"This kid is not afraid of my mental coercion?"
The white-robed scribe looked up impressively, the eyes of the tiger were full of incredible.
Wang Lun's talent is not bad, although he missed his best age in martial arts training.
But in the medicine refining hall, with the help of a female elder.
Use countless medicinal materials to make up for innate deficiencies.
In the next two decades, Wang Lun used his authority and unscrupulously to curtail the speed of the martial arts.
Even, in order to plunder some resources, Wang Lun did not hesitate to raise a butcher knife and secretly killed many people.
After 20 years of intensive training, Wang Lun's martial arts today has reached a level that is against the sky.
Compared with other warriors of the same rank, Wang Lun has a huge advantage.
Because before practicing martial arts, Wang Lun had read the scriptures for many years, and he was a scholar.
Although Wang Lun is a downcast talent, Wang Lun is still very talented.
But after the Confucianism and Daoism merged with the True Qi.
Wang Lun’s self-created Confucianism and Taoism contain great power, and he can defeat the enemy without fighting, which is the ultimate against the sky.
The most terrifying thing about Wang Lun is his mental power!
But Deng Jiuling, is it okay
Damn it!
What exactly is this for
In an instant, Wang Lun looked at Deng Jiuling with a horror and uncertainty.