My master is a god

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update my master is the latest chapter of the gods!Several cars behind the two cars of Yang Yiyun and Qingque clung to them. Forty to fifty minutes later, the cars drove out of the city and entered the mountains.

According to White Wolf's errand, he explained that the base was in a small town on the outskirts of the city, and it was just three kilometers away from the mountain. As long as I reached the base of the small town, I could have support.

Yang Yiyun nodded, looking back at the cars behind him from time to time.

At a certain moment, suddenly there was a bang in front!

The car suddenly braked, causing Yang Yiyun to hit the front seat head-on, and his heart suddenly burst into flames.

The nervous voice of the White Wolf rang in his ears and said: "Mr. Get off the car, you can't go."

During the speech, White Wolf didn't know when a pistol had appeared in his hand, opened the door of the car and walked on guard.

At this time, Yang Yiyun also observed the mushroom cloud flames that appeared in front, but it was the section in front of Qingque and their car that was blown out of a big hole.

To Dugu without exhortation: "Protect them mercilessly." While speaking, he pushed the car door and walked down.

"Mr. Don't worry~" When Dugu spoke ruthlessly, Xiang Hua got off the car.

At this moment, the four cars that were chasing after him had reached 20 meters.

After getting out of the car, Yang Yiyun quickly walked to the back of the car and unscrewed the big lock on the back of the freight car, waved his hand to tighten the rough stone in the car in the space of the universe pot.

At this time, taking advantage of the chaos will not arouse others' ideas.

Then he greeted Bai Lang and Dugu Ruthless, and Xiang Hua and the three of them moved closer to Qingque.

As they walked past, the four Qingques held various guns in their hands and opened fire on the road ahead.

Seeing Yang Yiyun coming over, Qingque said solemnly: "Mister, the other party is here prepared, we need to abandon the car and go into the mountains."

Anyway, the rough stone has already received the Universe Pot Space, and nothing has been produced, Yang Yi said, "Okay, you first withdraw me and worry about it."

After speaking, he said mercilessly to Dugu: "Take care of them mercilessly, you first withdraw."

"Be careful, sir~" Dugu ruthlessly knew how powerful Yang Yiyun's force was. Without saying more, he turned around thinking about the small woods on the hillside and walked away.

On the contrary, Qingque said anxiously: "Mr. Our responsibility is not only your business guide, but also your safety backup. You and you withdraw first, and we break."

In the eyes of the Qingque people, Yang Yiyun was a person with little combat effectiveness. At this time, she was very upset when she heard Yang Yiyun said that she was going to end.

Yang Yiyun grinned and looked at Qingque and several people. Naturally, he understood that he was a rookie in their eyes.

Without arguing with them, he slammed a punch at the car next to him.

"Touch~"

An off-road sedan with a capacity of four or five tons, to be less, was shot by Yang Yiyun more than three meters away in an instant.

At this moment, a few people heard intensive gunshots on their sides: "Shoo..."

Qingque also saw Yang Yiyun's strength, and she remembered in her mind that Yang Yiyun was the most mysterious member of Shenlongtan in China on her credentials.

Shenlongtan is a transcendent organization.

Thinking of this, Qingque glanced at Yang Yiyun and said: "Be careful, sir, let's withdraw first."

After speaking, he rushed into the grove of broken mountains with someone.

After Yang Yiyun's burial was in the off-road vehicle, his spiritual consciousness radiated, and all within 27 meters of his body centered on him appeared in his mind.

At a certain moment, his spiritual sense found a three-meter man with a gun walking over and entering the range of spiritual sense.

The corners of his mouth raised, he picked up three stones on the ground, and hit the three big men backhand.

After three muffled hums, the three fell to the ground.

It was three ordinary soldiers from the southern country. Yang Yiyun was supposed to belong to certain forces in the southern country. Anyway, he didn't have a good impression of these southern monkeys.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of breaking through the air in his ear, and he hurriedly flashed away.

"Ding Dong~"

He just hid and found that a half-foot short knife had stabbed into the wagon skin.

Guwu master~

Squinting his eyes, there was an old man with a strong dress more than 20 meters away. He was in his sixties and looked at him with a pair of gutter eyes.

With his eyes facing each other, the old man said in a surreptitious manner: "The kid keeps his finances and let you make a living." The words were Huaxia.

Yin smiled, and the old man came along like Yang Yiyun.

In Yang Yiyun’s spiritual consciousness, this old man was an ancient warrior at the lower part of the 9th floor of An Jin. Listening to him, Yang Yiyun smiled, and a gold card appeared in his backhand. He smiled, and said to the old man: "Real 1.5 billion U.S. dollars, come and get it if you have the ability~"

"Arrogant~" The old man snorted coldly, quickened his pace, and ran towards Yang Yiyun quickly, waving his hands on his waist.

"Shoo, hoo~"

A short knife flew towards Yang Yiyun very tricky.

If before yesterday, Yang Yiyun would be very embarrassed if he couldn't avoid the tricky flying knife of this old man at the bottom of the ninth floor of An Jin, even if he could.

But now, he jumped three levels in a row, the cultivation base of the eighth peak of the Qi refining period, and the flying knife facing the old man, in his eyes is a slow motion movie picture.

After the cultivation base is greatly increased, the spiritual consciousness power will naturally follow and improve.

In the powerful spiritual sense, the five short knives that the old man shot out in a row were pediatrics to him.

The body dodges the first three short knives in an incredible posture, facing the remaining two flying knives, Yang Yiyun lifted up and put on the shelf, banging twice, snapped the two short knives instead.

At this time, the old man also rushed in front of Yang Yiyun. He saw that Yang Yiyun used his fingers to flick his short knife like marbles, and his heart was shocked.

This is the internal force of the ninth-layer ancient warrior of Anjin. He... actually flies like a marble?

God, what kind of monster is this?

At the previous moment, the old man didn't feel any aura in Yang Yiyun, he thought he was just an ordinary person, so he didn't put Yang Yiyun in his eyes at all.

But at this moment, after the old man saw Yang Yiyun's waved short knife, he knew that he had encountered a master, a master who pretended to be a pig and eat a tiger.

But it was too late.

Because Yang Yiyun came straight to his facade with a fist.

Regarding this, even though Yang Yiyun's method was shocked, the old man was able to meet the enemy.

Similarly, the whole body of the old man's internal strength turned towards Yang Yiyun's fist.

"Touch~"

"Kacha...ah~"

The old man's face changed drastically in an instant. He felt that the internal force from Yang Yiyun's arm was beyond his imagination, and the whole arm broke instantly.

After a click, the bones were furious.

"Ah~" he screamed like a pig.

Yang Yiyun finally had a clear understanding of his own strength in his heart. The true energy he had just used was 70%, but he found that he could crush this old man at the bottom of the 9th floor of An Jin.

In the screams of the old man, Yang Yiyun directly kicked his chest.

"Crack~"

The next moment the old man's entire chest collapsed, and he was killed instantly, and the corpse flew out six meters away.

The ancient warrior in the lower part of the ninth layer of Anjin kills in seconds.

The battle between the two sides is just three breaths time.

After beheading the old man, Yang Yiyun didn't look at him again, narrowed his eyes and looked forward.

He found four people with aura far above the name just now, appearing in four directions, consciously or unconsciously surrounded him.

In Yang Yiyun's eyes, only one 60-year-old man with a goatee looked normal.

The other three, one is a burly old woman with a very strange appearance. The clothes she wears looks like a Thai. She is in her forties. Lipstick seems to have been smeared on her lips, and they are blood red. That kind, looks a bit disgusting.

The second person was a bald old monk with a very tattered and sloppy robes, like a beggar, holding a dark staff.

The last one is obviously a Fusang person, who is completely dressed up in Fusang anime. His whole body is wrapped in dark clothes, leaving only a pair of eyeballs outside.

Standing in four directions, the four people seemed to be prepared for each other.

Yang Yiyun saw and received that the aura of the four of them was the existence of the pinnacle of the ninth floor of An Jin.

At this time, Yang Yiyun was also cautious. Although he had just killed an ancient warrior in the lower part of the ninth floor of Anjin, he still did not dare to take it lightly.

The ancient martial artist is the same as the cultivation. The more you go to the back, the greater the level difference will be, and the strength will increase exponentially. The strength between the lower part of the ninth layer of Anjin and the top of the ninth layer of Anjin is very different.

Yang Yiyun was looking at the four of them, and the four of them were also looking at him.

Although the four masters of Bao were surrounded, Yang Yiyun was not afraid of them. Now he has the strength to challenge the ancient warriors of the Ninth Floor of Dark Strength.

Squinted his eyes and said, "The four are here to rob?" Yang Yiyun's words were very straightforward.

After speaking, I saw a dozen or so men walking down from the cars behind him, standing behind the four masters.

One of them walked up, and Yang Yiyun looked at the car carrying the rough stone. He opened the car to see that there was nothing inside.

Someone grumbled back to the seemingly normal old man with a goatee.

At this time, the old man waved his hand and asked more than a dozen people to chase them in the direction of Qingque.

Immediately, the old man slowly said: "Boy, you are quite straightforward. Now that you know our purpose, whether you should hand over the rough stone or your belongings, the old man promises not to hurt your life."

When Yang Yiyun heard the Chinese language spoken by the old man, he narrowed his eyes and said, "It's not impossible, but it depends on your ability."

At this moment, the old woman spoke, but when she uttered her words, she almost made Yang Yiyun spit it out.

"Hmph, don't think that if you kill a trash from the bottom of the 9th floor of An Jin, you will treat yourself as a green onion. Call it out quickly."

Well, this old woman's words are nothing wrong, they are dangerous words anyway, but what made Yang Yiyun almost spit out is that she is obviously a woman, who can speak Chinese with her mouth open, but it is a mad man's voice.

Stopping in Yang Yiyun's ears, the goose bumps were all up, and he couldn't help blurting out and said, "Dead shemale?"

The old woman was alive and said that the ladyboy was furious: "Looking for death~"

When the words fell, a man rushed towards Yang Yiyun, and the speed was so fast that he almost reached Yang Yiyun's side with his face, stretched out his hand to grasp, directly aimed at Yang Yiyun's eyeballs, and the methods were viciously tight.

Yang Yiyun was not afraid at all, and his infuriating energy revolved perfectly, and he fisted against the old lady with a punch.

"Touch~"

The two met with a dull sound, and a wave of air rose.

I saw the old lady shemale cried out, her body leaped back three meters before stopping.

But Yang Yiyun had confidence in his heart. He felt that he was completely capable of suppressing the ancient warrior at the peak of the upper nine levels.

However, immediately I heard that the dead lady demon said to the other three people: "Old ghost Shentu, fake monk, and Mr. Shanye, this kid is weird. The four of us teamed up to take him down. How about the wealth?"

As soon as the old woman spoke, Yang Yiyun's expression changed. Facing an ancient warrior at the top of the Ninth Floor of Anjin, he was able to cope with it, but facing the four joint forces, he had no bottom in his heart. The ancient martial artist is already infinitely close to the existence of innate mythology.

"You can join hands together~hahaha~" The fake monk in the mouth of the old man was the first to respond.

"It works, kill this kid first." The old man with goatee was also echoed by the old ghost Shentu in the mouth of the old man.

The last Fuso person, Shanyejun, also let out a cry in his mouth: "Hey~"

Seeing that the four were about to join forces, Yang Yiyun became solemn.

However, at this moment, a loud voice came from a distance and said: "Old man, who dares to see?"