"Thank you for being merciful!"
The old man had white hair and looked like a dying old man. He was definitely an antique existence in the Holy Medical Family. Not only was he old, but he was also thick-skinned. He glared at Heaven Piyi who had made a fool of himself, then clasped his hands at Zi Que 'er and thanked her politely.
Zi Que 'er snorted coldly. She didn't want to deal with such a cunning old guy, so she turned around and didn't even look at him.
But in his heart, he was hiddenly shocked. What method did this old thing use to actually seal his own cultivation at the peak of the Heaven realm?
"No need to worry. This seal is not aimed at a single person. It seals the entire valley. As long as it's someone in the valley, no one is an exception."
He Ling 'er knew about tactical matrices and seals very well. She knew what Zi Que' er was worried about, so she said with a light smile, which made Zi Que 'er completely relieved.
With the strength of the body of the monster, even if their cultivation was sealed, when facing the human warriors in the same realm, they still had the advantage. Of course, the premise was that there was no freak like Ding Ning.
She was beautiful, and her voice was even more beautiful. Just listening to her voice made my bones soft.
He Ling 'er's voice was very special. Her voice was soft and even Ding Ning couldn't bear her voice. At that moment, when she spoke, Gui Jianchou's mind became active again. His eyes stared at He Ling' er, and his saliva flowed all over the ground.
He Ling 'er's senses were very sharp. Even though her cultivation was sealed, how could she not perceive Gui Jianchou's lustful eyes? She frowned slightly, stared at Gui Jianchou unhappily, and scolded, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a beauty before? "
Gui Jianchou was also blinded by lard. After knowing that everyone's cultivation was sealed, his courage grew. He laughed lewdly and said, "I've seen many beauties, but it's the first time I've seen a beauty like you who can make me excited just by listening to your voice."
"You dare to flirt with my boss's wife? You're looking for death!"
Lang Dong and the rest were only at the later stage of the Great Demon Realm and had not reached the pinnacle. Compared to Pi Yi Tian and the rest, they were slightly inferior. That was why even though they had a bellyful of anger, they did not make a move. At this moment, seeing that Gui Jianchou actually dared to take advantage of He Ling 'er, even if it was only verbally, it made these wolf guards who revered Ding Ning like a god unable to tolerate it. After exploding with a roar, they ran towards Gui Jianchou.
"Get out of my way. At the same cultivation level, I am invincible."
Gui Jianchou saw the eight great ghost kings under his command standing in front of him and proudly ordering them to retreat. He thought excitedly, Restricting cultivation is good. This time, this young master can finally show off in front of the beauties.
Bang!
Before Gui Jianchou could take his stance, a fist the size of an alms bowl rapidly enlarged in front of his eyes. He screamed miserably as he was hit to the point where he saw stars. He covered his bruised eyes and retreated while shouting, "You're acting shamelessly. I'm not ready yet."
Lang Dong crossed his arms and sneered, "I'll wait for you to get ready. I want to see how you're going to be invincible in the same realm."
"Invincible in the same realm? Pooh! You dare to boast in front of me?"
Clang, clang, clang. The sound of metal colliding could be heard. Dragon Xiaotian dragged a large Guandao that weighed at least 50 kilograms in his hand and walked out from the crowd. He stared at Gui Jianchou with boiling fighting spirit and said, "I was cultivating in seclusion some time ago. When I came out, I heard that you said you wanted to step on me and Night Lone Ranger under your feet. We just happened to meet today. Let's have a match first."
"What? You actually said that you wanted to step on my Young Mistress under your feet. You really deserve to die. "
Lang Dong was angry when he heard this. Night Lone Ranger was the wife of the general and the first wife to be pregnant with the general's child. This bullshit Gui Jianchou actually wanted to step on the wife of the general. This was even more abominable than verbally flirting with Madam He Ling 'er. How could he tolerate this?
What? Night Lone Ranger was his Young Mistress? Everyone was dumbfounded. They did not know who their young master was to be able to win over the number one genius of the ancient martial arts world.
Fortunately, Ye Qingxuan had left in advance. Otherwise, after hearing these words, who knew if he would fly into a rage out of humiliation and fight Lang Dong to the death.
While everyone was dumbfounded in disbelief, Gui Jianchou finally understood what it meant to be as fast as the wind and as fast as lightning. At first, he could still feel the pain, but later on, he became f * cking numb. He was punched into the sky by the furious Lang Dong, and then he did not land on the ground for a whole ten minutes. He kept rising and falling in mid-air, becoming a flying man.
If it was not for He Ling 'er who said indifferently, "His crime does not warrant death. Just teach him a lesson." This guy would probably have been torn into pieces by now.
His eight loyal lackeys mustered up their courage and rushed up, wanting to let him land safely. Unfortunately, Lang Xi, Lang Nan, and Lang Bei, who had long been rubbing their palms and rubbing their palms at the side, rushed up together. Three against eight, they were beaten up so badly that they could not find their bearings. They could only hold their heads and howl like ghosts.
The other monster warriors could not even get close to them. They sighed with a face full of bitterness, saying that they had really gone too far. They did not even leave the dregs for them, so it was good to let them have their fun.
The old man from the Holy Medical Family was dumbfounded. He originally wanted to say a few words to save face, but on second thought, it seemed that his cultivation had been sealed and he only had the cultivation of the Sky Martial Arts Realm left. Although, with his battle experience and strength, it was not a problem for him to take down one of them, what if these guys did not follow the routine and rushed up together?
They only needed three, no, two, and they might be able to beat him up so badly that he cried for his parents and covered his head and fled like a rat. If that were to spread out, he would really have no face to see anyone.
So, without saying anything, the cunning old antique took advantage of everyone's attention being attracted by Gui Jianchou to sneakily give Bi Yi Angel, who had just escaped from death, a meaningful glance, then pulled him and quietly slipped back to the station.
Fortunately, Bi Yi Tian was still loyal to his friends. Before he left, he pulled Jian Miesheng and did not let him stay foolishly. Otherwise, he did not know whether these violent maniacs would settle accounts with him later and teach him a good lesson.
Master Kongming narrowed his eyes and looked at Lang Dong and the others, who had perfectly demonstrated the aesthetics of violence. He put his palms together, uttered the name of Buddha in a low voice, and pulled Wu Xiang back to the station in the valley.
He wanted to understand the origins of Lang Dong and the others. With their physical strength and cultivation sealed, even the disciples of the Tianyin Temple, who specialized in physical training, might not be able to win against them.
The High Priest stood with his hands behind his back and a warm smile on his face, but in his heart, there was a great disturbance. Although these guys' breaths were very obscure, and humans could not see them at all, they could not hide from him, who was also a monster. This made him both excited and excited. Could it be that the little prince had brought back a group of monsters from the Kunpeng World? Now, there was hope for the Monster Clan.
Jiang Wuhui was very depressed. He did not pay attention to the fact that his Martial Grand Uncle had sneaked away. That was not all. He had thought that since he had broken through to the Sky Martial Arts Realm, even if he could not be the best among those in the same realm, there would not be too many people who could be his opponents. After all, sword practitioners had always been warriors with the strongest attack.
But now, looking at the terrifying strength of Lang Dong and the others, his confidence quickly collapsed. He thought gloomily, "It's okay that I can't beat Pudding, but damn it, now there is a group of monsters. It seems that I am still too weak."
What made him feel most painful was that the goddess he had been thinking about had now become someone else's mistress. How could he bear this? He hung his head in despair.
Pudding walked over and patted him on the shoulder. Although she did not say anything, it could be regarded as a comfort.
He was very curious about Ding Ning and did not know why that magical young man always gave him a faint sense of intimacy.
What surprised him most was that he heard the whispered discussions of others and knew that the Holy Medical Family and the Heavenly Sword Villa deliberately targeted him because they mistook him for a member of the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe.
He was the real disciple of the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe. How could anyone mistake Ding Ning for himself? Did he also have a relationship with the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe? This puzzled him no matter how he thought about it.
The people of the clan should be arriving soon. At that time, he really had to inquire about it carefully.
Pi Muke's old face was full of smiles. As if he had found a group, he talked and laughed with Ling Yun and the others.
Originally, the girls were not very interested in him, but after hearing his story about Ding Ning's thrilling experience in the mausoleum of Genghis Khan, they quickly accepted this middle-aged uncle who was a little old, a little ugly, and a little wretched.
Helena looked at Pi Muke, who talked eloquently with his saliva flying everywhere, and felt jealous. She came here regardless of so many strange eyes, but she was not liked at all. These women, who must know where Ding Ning was, actually treated her as air and directly ignored her.
But she had seen the strength of Zi Que 'er and Kong Lei, so she did not dare to have any dissatisfaction. She could only be thick-skinned and interrupt Pi Muke's story from time to time to add a few words. Seeing this, Feng Ling covered his face with his hands and laughed. "Damn, this girl is so shameful."
In a dark corner, a group of Fusang warriors in wooden clogs and samurai clothes looked at Lang Dong and the others with solemn eyes and showed their invincible power.
"These people are the subordinates of Ding Ning, whom His Excellency the God of Sword has named to kill. I didn't expect these people to be so strong."
Among the two leading warriors, a warrior with a mole at the corner of his mouth murmured with worry in his eyes.
"Humph, Yamamoto, are you afraid?"
The triangular-eyed samurai glanced at him disdainfully and mocked him.
The face of the samurai called Yamamoto was flushed, and he argued agitatedly, "Kemeta-kun, we were sent to understand the strength of the Chinese warriors. When we report, we naturally have to be realistic."
"Tsk, I think you are the one who is afraid."
Kameda said disdainfully, "A group of sick men in East Asia, what is there to be afraid of? You coward, you did not inherit the glory of your ancestors at all …"
"Shut up, don't quarrel!"
A middle-aged man in a kimono, who had been sitting in a dark corner behind this group of warriors, suddenly shouted in a low voice.
"Hai!"
Kameda and Yamamoto bowed together and lowered their heads respectfully.
"Yamamoto is right. Although these sick men in East Asia are not worth mentioning in front of His Excellency the God of Sword, we are only responsible for understanding the situation. There is no need to exaggerate or belittle them. As long as we report the facts, His Excellency the Thirteenth Wang will naturally weigh the pros and cons. His Excellency the Thirteenth Wang will use the sword in his hand to tell these arrogant Chinas who is the true master of the Asia Pacific region."
The middle-aged man raised his head and licked his lips. A strange green light flickered in his eyes as he spoke faintly.
"Hai!"
Yamamoto bowed slightly with an expressionless face, but Kameda bowed deeply and said respectfully, "These Shina people are nothing in front of the God of Swords. What's more, the cultivation of the contestants has been restricted. I think in this situation, there's no need for you to fight personally. Miyamoto-sama's beloved son, Young Master Xiuyi, is enough to defeat these Shina people."
The middle-aged man, Miyamoto Hiroshi, was obviously very pleased with this flattery. With a smug smile, he said modestly, "Although Xiongyi has been guided by His Excellency the God of Sword, and his saber technique has improved by leaps and bounds, it is still a little difficult for him to sweep all the Chinas, especially Ding Ning, who is a disciple of the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe. He must not be underestimated."
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