Zhanxian

The people of Chunyang Palace have now thoroughly understood that the oppression suffered by the master of Chunyang Palace was basically caused by this guy in front of him for the sake of Qiqi Fairy.

Tao Qiqi was the first of Yang Chen's wife's concubines to fly up, and now she wants to be the highest. With seven pints of innocent and innocent fire as the natural real fire, combined with Yang Chen's pointers, Tao Qiqi's cultivation results over the years must be commendable, otherwise, it will not make this Zhuyixian named Yixian Prince emotional.

Yang Chen had touched this guy in his previous life, and Prince Yi Xian was definitely not the kind of guy who would do anything for beauty. This guy travels arrogantly on weekdays, but he also has arrogant capital, and he has his own pride. If Tao Qiqi was just beautiful, it would never have caused Zhuyixian's admiration.

Tao Qi must have turned down a lot of people because he was already a woman, including this guy. How can the proud Fairy Lord tolerate the domination of Xuantianmen's finest female disciples by a disciple of the third class of the mortal sect, suppressing the Pure Yang Palace naturally becomes inevitable.

Though Yang Chen did not know that Xuantian Gate's life was better now, it can be imagined that since Zhu Yixian did not dare to directly use the power of Xuantian Gate, but rather incited Qimen Sect to deal with the Pure Yang Palace, Xuantian Gate would certainly be inconvenient.

Just a few simple acts, Yang Chen can guess a lot of things behind the scenes. Just as he pondered, Zhu Yixian had already waited impatiently. Prince Tang Yi Xian, even inside Xuantian Gate is a highly valued Junyan, even some elders dare not be so lazy. Yang Chen, a third-rate Sect Gate disciple in the district, dare not look at him, is it intolerable, is it intolerable?

“Humph!" Dude Yi Xian just hummed a little noise from his nose. One of the followers immediately heard the strings and gracefully flew out, jumping towards Yang Chen.

The man is still in the air. The flying sword has arrived first. It was cut off at the head of Yang Chen. The first move was with a fatal idea, and there was no room for moderation with Ben.

Zhu Yixian behind Ben just watched, but didn't say a word. Little flying rookie, dead, anyone else dare to talk to Xuantianmen theory? When I think of the kind of cool and noble fairy who never fakes words to himself, Zhu Yi's heart is a fire. Yang Chen is not going to die, and Fairy Kiki will never accept him.

Strangely enough, this side has already done it, but the four people in Junyang Palace are standing in place, and it doesn't even mean to touch them. If Yang Chen Gaoyue and Sun Ling are new people who just flew up, in the face of this expert's sudden attack, standing still is justifiable, but the old tree demon is the battlefield, even the guy who is surveillance in the dark dare not do it easily, it is also a little unusual to behave like this at this moment.

“Careful!” The companion in charge of watching the old tree demon could only shout out that sentence in time, and then there would be no chance of salvation.

Brush, just as the flying sword was about to be cut on Yang Chen's head, Yang Chen finally moved. Reaching out, a sword blade that caught the flying sword, a high-speed flying sword, the time was like a net fish, momentarily stopped, and Yang Chen grabbed it tightly in his hand.

The sharp flying sword, in Yang Chen's hand, did not cause any damage. Instead, he suddenly detached from the master's control. As Yang Chen's arm swayed, he was raised high, and his opposite hand clasped on the face of his rushing followers.

“Bang," a crisp voice coming from Ben's face. As a follower in the air, he had not yet landed in the air to make a smooth, flipping 3600 degree high-difficulty motion, with a clear sword handle mark on his face, spinning silently far into unknown places.

The scene happened so quickly that the people on Zhuyixian's side could not even rescue them. Even without this idea, their own companions had been beaten up.

If Yang Chen punched people with his own pharmacopoeia, the people would not be so shocked. The problem is that what Yang Chen used to pump people into flight is clearly the companion's own natural flying sword. When can one's natural flying sword be so easily controlled and unhindered to attack its original owner?

Yang Chen's force was so great, under the heavy smashing of his face, what could not be concealed was the sound of the broken skull of the following group. And that's why the stalker didn't say a word, and he was already in a coma with a single blow.

Is this the new guy who just flew up? You know, even if the followers were close to fixing it, there are six kinds of fairy talents. Faced with a new person, Yang Chen, at best, it is the realm of three kinds of fairy talents, and it is still preemptive. How is this possible to be caught so easily with one sword of your own lifetime?

However, how can it be considered impossible, the fact occurs in front of the eyes. In addition to letting a group of Zhuyixian fall to the chin of the ground, the four people of Junyang Palace stood in place, as if only a trivial little thing had happened, motionless, as if such a shocking scene was what should have happened.

Stagnation is just for a moment, standing opposite Yang Chen, even the worst one, is the product of hundreds of years of fighting in the spiritual realm. I don't know what happens when you get stuck in battle. All five of the remaining men immediately sacrificed Fabao, regardless of 3721, and attacked Yang Chen with their heads split over their faces.

The old tree demon laughed and stopped one first. Gao Yue and Sun Ling were no exception. The two Li Yingqi flew out, followed closely by the next two. Only Zhu Yixian and another Qimenzheng companion were left behind for Yang Chen.

Perhaps the old tree demons of the previous centuries had been oppressed by the masters, so the old tree demons had not shown much fierce fighting power. This time with Yang Chen, the old tree demon seemed to have a heart bone, and came up to kill the trick.

Boom, it's also a way to get hard on each other. A backhand is a series of counterattacks. The sound of the bombardment continued in his ears, and a pair of fists of the old tree demon carried the power of a mountain, quickly falling on his opponent. As if to exhale the centuries-old repression, the old tree demon is relentless at this moment, just a few attacks, the opponent has sprayed a bite of blood, accompanied by several sounds of magic treasures and bone fracture.

In the face of Sun Ling's guy, the battle experience is very rich. Even in the face of a newcomer who has just risen, he has not relaxed his guard. The natural flying sword is within the best range. He relentlessly punctured Sun Ling's heart.

Gongsun Ling smiled in his face and raised his little fist. Like his husband, he punched over the tip of his sword.