"Don't you dare!" The two elders were furious. Actually burned madly, just to stop the other party.
The two elders naturally thought about threatening each other by telling Zhang Xiaotian's identity, but they were afraid it would be counterproductive. In any case, the two can't bear it, they can only decide the last moment, tell the identity of Zhang Xiaotian, and make the other party jealous.
Ming Yan's face was cold, his eyes put on cold electricity, and he waved his sleeves, the gust of wind made the sky, majestic spiritual power, like a towering mountain and river, smashed into Zhang Xiaotian's place. It is the power of the mountain spirit.
The two elders were extremely angry and tried their best, surging spiritually, rushing to release them, but they were still unable to resist each other.
In a violent collision sound, the aura flickered, and the two elders trembled first, and then shook.
With a violent squirt of blood, the combat power was greatly reduced.
Ming Yan waved his sleeves, surging with energy, and the two of them were like duckweeds, and they flew away directly.
Subsequently, Ming Yan hung over Zhang Xiaotian, Zhuge Hongyun, Zhan Dao, Ji Man, Dragon Dance and others.
Looking down, they looked down like a god, and they couldn't be forever. At this moment, the lives of several people were like grass and mustards, waiting for Ming Yan's ruling.
"The two elders of the Haohai Sect, do you bear to watch the future pillar of the sect, die prematurely?" Ming Yan said jokingly.
The two elders gritted their teeth, their faces were uncertain, and their hearts were extremely entangled.
"We are not dead, who can decide until the end." At this time, a light and fluttering voice spread, and the words were full of youthful vigor and confidence.
Hearing that, the people of Haohaizong didn't change their faces, they were just surprised. Zhang Xiaotian went out without his trump cards, and they didn't believe they were killed, but they didn't know whether they could completely solve the trouble.
Indeed, even Zhang Xiaotian's heart is playing drums. The life and death of the fourteen people is indeed hanging by a thread.
"It's a mere emptiness, I dare to interrupt when I speak, it's really young and ignorant!" Ming Yan said with a cold electricity in his eyes, and his voice sounded like thunder.
"Don't seniors be frivolous when they are young?" Zhang Xiaotian said lightly.
"Interesting!" Ming Yan muttered, her eyes glowing inexplicably.
"Junior, what's your name?" Ming Yan said patiently as if on a whim.
"Xiaotian." Zhang Xiaotian thought for a while.
"Good name! I remembered it." Ming Yan exclaimed.
"You go to one side first." Ming Yan said lightly, a ray of light across his eyes.
"Senior, what does this mean?" Zhang Xiaotian faintly guessed, but he was quite reluctant.
"You can be fine for the time being, but they!" Ming Yan sneered, killing intent looming.
"No need!" Zhang Xiaotian said flatly.
Hearing this, in the vague atmosphere, killing intent was permeated. Zhang Xiaotian's this is tantamount to the face of those who move the mountain realm. This is a taboo among the monks.
In this prosperous world of three thousand domains, the powerhouses who move the mountain realm can be described as real giants, and each one is in control of the life and death of countless people.
In their anger, it was not that the bloody incidents of slaughtering the city and destroying the race and the tragic human life had never happened.
This level of strength, like a god descending to the earth, dominates the vast land. Their thoughts, if the judge writes down, no one will be surprised or dissatisfied wherever they go. As a result, few weak monks dared to disobey their intentions. Zhang Xiaotian dared, but also had to endure Ming Yan's anger.
"Can't tolerate you against me!" Ming Yan snorted coldly, waved his palm, and the white pike shot out, and he was about to wrap Zhang Xiaotian to one side.
The void suddenly bloomed with a dazzling brilliance, after which Zhang Xiaotian actually remained unchanged.
"Sure enough, there are some ways, but you are not qualified enough to disobey the will of the strong who move the mountain realm!" Ming Yan said lightly, without surprise.
With a change of tone, he casually said, "I think you die, only in one thought. Now I give you a chance?"
"How about being my disciple?"
As soon as the words were spoken, the ten disciples in front of the inner door, including Dragon Dance, had a slight change in their expressions, which was quite shocked.
If Zhang Xiaotian was an ordinary monk and was accepted as a disciple by a strong man who moved to the mountain realm, it would be a great honor, and he would definitely envy how many struggling monks died. I don't know how many monks dare not even think about this kind of opportunity. Some monks with unusual talents are also quite eager.
Of course, including Dragon Dance and others, there will be waves in their firm hearts.
However, Zhang Xiaotian smiled and said nothing.
"Why, you don't want to?" The words were sour, Zhang Xiaotian refused to himself again and again, what does it mean, look down on himself, or even provocation
However, he is a senior and needs to retain some majestic image.
"Junior, are you doing this too much?" Ming Yan said coldly, without hearing his anger.
"I've said it." Zhang Xiaotian whispered, and immediately yelled, "Haohaizong is like my family, the sect will not abandon me, I will never abandon the sect, even if it is death, I will not hesitate." The words dingdong, full of determination. Meaning.
When the words are over, a violent storm is approaching in the field.
"I don't kill you, I value your potential, but you must not be arrogant and ignorant." Ming Yan said lightly.
Previously, I discovered Zhang Xiaotian, who performed amazingly, and he was more satisfied with a closer look, but if it can't be used as used, then it must be killed, killed, and thoroughly killed.
"Really?" Zhang Xiaotian sneered.
"Give you one last chance. If you don't stand behind me, I will kill all your fellows first!" The words were cold, and the last trace of patience was about to disappear. Among them, the killing intent was looming, like killing swords and clanging, terrifying.
"No need." Zhang Xiaotian said, and the world changed drastically.
At this moment, Qinghe and the others didn't know whether they should admire Zhang Xiaotian or say they were stupid. The saddest thing is that a few people are powerless to change anything.
This piece of heaven and earth turned into a purple world, where nothingness floated out from time to time, clusters of terrifying, desolate purple fireworks.
The temperature is terribly high. As soon as they appeared, there was no temperament around them, and Zhang Xiaotian and others stung their skin far away, almost burning everything.
"Scared!" Ming Yan sneered, wanting to see the other person's panic, and then slowly played around until the other person begged for mercy, but Ming Yan resolutely abused everyone to death.
Although Zhang Xiaotian and others are slightly confused, if they are afraid, they are naturally afraid, but is it useful? It's better to fight, fight, fight!
"I don't believe that you still look like this indifferent when you face death!" Ming Yan was fierce, showing his fangs, his patience disappeared completely, and his murderous aura, Ruo Nielong was about to leave the gate.
"Come on! Let me try how good you are!" Zhang Xiaotian said lightly, without the slightest tension on the surface, with a calm and gentle style.
Fortunately, there is no one here, otherwise Zhang Xiaotian would have to be sprayed to death.
However, the eyes of Long Wu and the others are slightly bright, but they are also very nervous. After all, this is a powerhouse in the mountain spirit realm. With every gesture, the power is so powerful that it can burn mountains and fill the sea, and even destroy the world.