There were quite a few people gathered around, and the noise was quite mixed. Everyone was talking and making it as loud as a vegetable market. She didn't hear clearly what was going on. She just saw that two groups of people started fighting while pushing and shoving each other. There was a sound of swords clashing and angry shouts.
Seeing this scene, she was a little stunned. They really started fighting over a disagreement! However, the strength of both sides seemed to be about the same, and this was in front of Zhuo's house. No matter how you look at it, it should be that group that suffered the loss.
However, as she was thinking about it, she glanced and suddenly caught a glimpse of an inconspicuous old man in gray clothes among the group of people. His strength was even higher than that of Zhuo family's head Zhuo Zhenglin. As she was thinking about it, she saw the two of them fighting.
As soon as the two men started fighting, powerful spiritual energy and pressure surged around them, so much so that those who were fighting could not resist and had to retreat and stop.
When the strong fight, the opponent's strength can directly shock them, how can they have the ability to fight? What's more, the leaders of both sides have already taken action. No matter what the result is, there will be a solution.
The gray-clothed old man changed his body movement and rushed forward after swinging his palm. When the palm wind struck out, a whistling sound of air blades was made. His sharp and cold eyes were staring at Zhuo Zhenglin as sharp as a sword, and his men were even more merciless.
After the two men exchanged a few moves, Zhuo Zhenglin's expression gradually became solemn. The opponent was stronger than him. If the fight continued, he was afraid that he would not be his opponent. If they were defeated in front of the mansion, they, the Zhuo family, would become a laughing stock in this city from now on!
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth secretly, increased his strength again, and used 100% of his strength to deal with the old man. As he waved his hand, a tangled air blade suddenly rushed out with a whistling sound and attacked the old man.
"Oh!"
The old man sneered and easily dissolved Zhuo Zhenglin's attack with a raise of his hand. Then he waved his hand and attacked again and again. The moves in his hands were filled with murderous intent, as if he wanted to take his life on the spot.
The murderous aura that was whistling towards him was cold and fierce, which made Zhuo Zhenglin feel uneasy and he had to be fully alert to deal with it.
Feng Jiu, who was watching this scene from the corner of the street, couldn't help but secretly shook her head. The strength of the Zhuo family master was obviously no match for the gray-clothed old man. Now that he had put all his strength into the battle, he was afraid that he would still not be a match for the other party.
The strength of the Zhuo family head is at the early stage of Immortal Saint, while the old man is at the middle stage of Immortal Saint, stronger than him. The outcome of this battle is obvious at a glance.
At this moment, she saw a stream of air condensed when the gray-clothed old man waved his hand. The air formed a strong air pressure that permeated between his hands and surged with the movement of his gestures. His vicious and cruel eyes stared at Zhuo Zhenglin like a poisonous snake, with a vicious smile on his face. In the blink of an eye, he launched the attack in his hand and attacked Zhuo Chenglin at an incredible speed.
"Master!"
"Master!"
"Master!"
A series of exclamations suddenly rang out, coming from the gasps of several clan elders. They saw the danger of that attack, and they were afraid that the clan leader would not be able to withstand it. If he was hit, he was afraid, afraid...