The wind was blowing wildly on the empty mountains, and the weeds on the grasslands of the mountains were swaying in the wind. Although tens of thousands of people gathered around, no one made a loud noise.
Their eyes were focused on the center of the mountain range, because there stood two men facing each other. One of them was Feng Pin, the commander-in-chief of Haoran Mountain, and the other was Zi Yang, who was wearing a clown mask.
The golden cloak behind Feng Pin danced in the wind, veins suddenly appeared in his clenched fists, the teeth in his mouth clicked, and his face was unusually angry.
On the other hand, Ziyang, who was standing opposite him in his clothes, looked particularly calm. Because of the clown mask, everyone present could not see his facial expression clearly and could only judge from his eyes.
Guan Yue looked at Feng Pin and Zi Yang, who were hundreds of steps away from each other. He turned to look at Xiao Liu aside and said, "It looks like it will be a little difficult for him to win."
Xiao Liu nodded slowly and said: "Judging from the current situation, it is indeed not easy, but the pressure from the opponent is his advantage. Based on this alone, I feel that he is already invincible. "
"The longer it goes on, the greater the pressure will be on the other side, which is more beneficial to him, and he won't have to face any pressure."
His title is outstanding, and everyone who enters the Ghost Realm basically knows that he is the representative of Haoran Mountain in the Ghost Realm and the leader of the monks of Haoran Mountain who enter the Ghost Realm.
If he loses to a casual cultivator in the Sixth Realm of Reincarnation, not only will he be unable to hold his head high in the future, but other people in Haoran Mountain will also feel ashamed.
Therefore, Feng Pin has no way out. Only by defeating Zi Yang can he protect the dignity of Haoran Mountain.
Ziyang is currently just an unknown person. Compared with Fengpin, he has no burden on him.
Therefore, if he can fight, he will fight, and if he cannot fight, he will run. After all, his realm is weaker than Fengpin, and no one will laugh at him if he runs away.
On a cliff somewhere, there is a tiger bear wearing a tiger fur coat, a good minister in white clothes, a jade crown on his head, a ponytail, a long sword hanging on his waist, a short Qingya with a dagger hanging on his waist, a big and round figure Wu San, who is strong, disheveled and like a beggar, as well as Tong Ming and Sui Yuan are standing in the crowd observing the two people in the open space.
Except for Tiger and Bear, everyone else's expressions changed and they felt very surprised.
Liangqing looked at the casual cultivators around him and whispered to Hu Xiong: "Brother Hu Xiong, isn't that the man in white who has a good relationship with you? Why did he get into a fight with the retainer from Haoran Mountain?"
Huxiong shook his head and sighed: "He can't swallow that breath after all."
After a few breaths, a smile appeared on his face and he said, "If it were me, I wouldn't be able to bear it."
Liangqing was deeply confused after hearing his words, not knowing what he was talking about.
Feng Hai grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand and said in disbelief: "Is he really not afraid of death or is he forced to do so? His opponent is a member of Haoran Mountain!"
Qingya turned to look at Huxiong and asked, "Brother Huxiong, do we want to help?"
Tiger Bear replied casually: "No, we are just here to watch the fun."
Liangqing and others looked at each other in confusion. In such a tense situation, Huxiong was not worried at all about the safety of the man in white.
Hu Xiong said again: "Besides, the appointment from Haoran Mountain is not his opponent."
If what Huxiong said just now surprised them, then his words
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This shocked Liangqing and others.
They saw absolute confidence on Tiger Bear's face, as if the man in white was sure of victory.
In order to end the battle as quickly as possible, Fengpin raised his right palm, and dots of golden sand fell from his palm. Thousands of golden sand gathered together, and a dark golden spear more than two feet long appeared in front of him.
Erzhuang's eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "What a guy! Fengpin can actually use the power of the gods to create weapons."
Wu San stared closely at the dark golden spear in Feng Pin's hand and said: "Although that spear is not a divine weapon of the Divine Palace, its quality should not reach the level of a holy product."
Tongming slowly said: "It is true that it has not reached the holy level. It can be said to be the best spiritual weapon."
Death Yuan said: "I have long heard that Feng Pin of Haoran Mountain is a man who is good at using spears, but few people have seen his spear. Who would have thought that his spear relies on the power of the divine palace."
Huxiong looked at the battlefield and said casually: "The appointment in Haoran Mountain is really not easy."
He is the owner of the Divine Mansion, and he has also been recognized by the Divine Mansion. He can summon the Golden God King at will, but he cannot use the power of the Divine Mansion to create weapons like Fengpin.
Therefore, after seeing Fengpin's dark golden spear, he also felt that Fengpin had a unique understanding of the Golden God Palace.
Elsewhere, Zhao Jia saw Feng Pin holding a dark golden spear in his hand. He looked at Wu Long beside him and said, "Feng Pin is going to get serious."
Wu Long said calmly: "He has been fighting with the casual cultivators from the Sixth Realm of Death and Reincarnation for so long. The two sides can be said to be equal in chess. This will inevitably make other casual cultivators look down on us in Haoran Mountain."
"If we don't end the battle, we, the disciples of Haoran Mountain, will become the laughing stock of others."
In his eyes, the man in white was certainly powerful, but as the leader of the monks in Haoran Mountain who entered the ghost realm, Feng Pin should shoulder the responsibility.
At least, in Wu Long's view, Feng Pin's current performance is very poor.
On the battlefield, Feng Pin held the dark golden spear in both hands and placed it at his side, but the tip of the spear was pointed at Zi Yang, who was directly in front of him.
Feng Pin's eyes narrowed, and his whole body was enveloped in a faint golden light, including of course the dark golden spear in his palm.
Seeing this scene, Zi Yang didn't dare to be careless, and the silver lightning eyes appeared quietly.
"Heartbroken!"
Only a low voice was heard coming from Fengpin's mouth. The next moment, Fengpin left an afterimage on the spot. He held the dark golden spear in his right hand and carried it behind him. He ran forward a few steps, leaving several afterimages behind him. .
Suddenly, he inserted the spear in his palm into the ground, causing his body to rise into the air, like a flying sword, with his feet in front, and struck directly at Zi Yang's chest.
Because his speed was too fast, before anyone could react, he kicked Zi Yang with both feet, but was blocked by Zi Yang's raised left arm.
Fengpin's expression changed with shock. Obviously, he did not expect that the man in white would see through his attack. Ziyang swung his right fist and hit Fengpin on the sole of his foot, causing Fengpin to fly backward immediately.
Fortunately, Feng Ping adjusted his center of gravity in time and did not fall to the ground in a panic. However, after his feet landed on the ground, his legs were obviously shaking violently and he fell back.
Feng Pin inserted the spear in his palm into the ground and held it tightly with both hands. At this moment, his right leg was almost useless. A heartbreaking pain swept through his body. He could only rely on the spear to support himself.
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own body.
He raised his eyes and looked at the man in white in front of him and thought to himself, is it still not possible? I was actually going to be defeated by a casual cultivator in the Sixth Realm of Reincarnation. . . . . .
After the last failure, Feng Ping had deep doubts about his own strength. He felt that the man in white in front of him was invincible. The man in white was like a mountain, weighing him down, no matter how hard he struggled. , and could never defeat the man in white.
The casual cultivators suddenly shouted in surprise: "What just happened?"
"I only saw a few afterimages. How was Fengpin defeated?"
"Fengpin seems to be a little unsustainable..."
Although Wu Long was Fengpin's subordinate and was familiar with Fengpin's tricks, his level of shock was no less than that of the casual cultivators. He looked at Zhao Jian with his mouth open and said, "Even this failed to kill that kid. ?"
Zhao Jian, like Wu Long, thought that the battle was about to end when he saw Fengpin's dark golden spear. It wasn't until Fengpin was repulsed that he came back to his senses and said, "I told you before, That kid is extraordinary.”
"Ah?" Yuan Zhan's lips parted slightly, but he couldn't see how the man in white had cracked Feng Pin's trick and injured him.
Guan Yue recalled everything he had just seen and said: "It was so fast..."
Xiao Liu said very calmly: "After receiving that punch, the situation will be different."
While everyone was still discussing how Feng Pin was repelled, a roar came from the crowd in Haoran Mountain.
Yuan Zhan looked at Fengpin, who was holding a dark golden spear in both hands, with his left foot on the ground and his right foot in the air, and said sternly: "Fengpin! What are you doing? You will destroy my face in Haoran Mountain!"
Liangqing looked suspicious and said, "What?"
Tongming shifted his gaze to the man with long snow-white hair wearing a red hairband, a sword hanging from his waist, and said: "Isn't that man a subordinate of Fengpin? In this case, how dare he put that man The words came out of my mouth..."
Although Hu Xiong and others did not speak, they also turned their attention to Yuan Zhan.
Some casual cultivators pointed at Yuan Zhan and said, "Hey, look, isn't that the capable general Yuan Zhan who was just promoted by Feng Pin?"
Another casual cultivator said: "If you dare to shout to Feng Pin like this, is he willing to die?"
Zhao Jian glared at Yuan Zhan who was walking by him, and said sternly: "Yuan Zhan! What nonsense are you talking about!"
Wu Long also reprimanded: "Yuan Zhan! You can't call the commander by his name!"
Yuan Zhan ignored the two of them. He strode forward and came to the front of the Haoran Mountain team. He shouted at Fengpin again: "Fengpin! Your opponent is just a monk in the Sixth Realm of Death Reincarnation. You will die dignifiedly." How can a strong man from the ten realms of reincarnation be defeated by him!"
The whole place was silent, and Yuan Zhan's shouts echoed in everyone's ears. . . . . .
Tang Sheng, who stood in the crowd at Haoran Mountain with his arms folded across his chest, was stunned for a long time. When he came to his senses, an intriguing smile appeared on his face. He stared at Yuan Zhan's back and said, "You are quite courageous. ah."
There are thousands of people here on Haoran Mountain, and only Yuan Zhan dares to use such an extreme method to awaken Feng Pin, who has lost confidence. Once Feng Pin misunderstands his intentions, then he can only become the dead soul of Feng Pin.
Because at this time, Feng Ping had made a fool of himself in front of everyone, and his mood was extremely unstable. No one knew what he would do.
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