Interesting!

Through a conversation with a stocky young man.

Su Jian got a lot of unexpected and interesting information.

The sword spectrum of the Burial Dragon Peak was actually born!

How did these disciples know?

According to the sturdy young man, what holy aunt informed them that there was an altar in the Bone Mountain, and there was a peerless array at the foot of the mountain.

Could it be that the sword spectrum was born, and it was also told to them by the holy aunt?

He also said that as long as the formation is broken, you can reach the altar, and then go directly to the Burial Dragon Peak through the altar.

What is the role of this holy aunt?

Why are you kind enough to tell the major sects this secret?

In fact, there are many disciples of the sect who are trying or searching for treasures in Yitian Mountain every day, and there are many masters from all walks of life.

Seeing so many disciples at once, Su Jian didn't feel strange.

He was only interested in what holy aunts and the great array.

"You don't have to wait for any holy aunt at all, the deity can break the formation," Su Jian patted his chest and said, "Because that holy aunt is a slave maid in front of the deity's seat, as long as she can pass through the big array, the deity can be seen as nothing, and she will be free!"

Su Jian originally wanted to pretend to be a casual coercion and bluff the disciples of the three sects.

Unexpectedly, after he said this, the scene suddenly fell into dead silence.

And it's a long dead silence!

it!

This atmosphere was so weird that even Su Jian felt a chill down his spine.

What's the situation?

I saw that the faces of the disciples of the three sects were strange, and their eyes all showed horror.

From time to time, they looked around, as if they were afraid that a ghost would suddenly appear and snatch away their spirits.

Not really!

He just casually said, could it be that these disciples have fallen into evil spirits, or have they been mentally stimulated?

"Boy, do you know that you are dead? It is a capital crime to dare to insult the Holy Aunt! You kid will never see the sun tomorrow," the short and stout young man who was stunned suddenly pointed at Su Jian and scolded, "Even if the Holy Aunt doesn't punish you, Lao Tzu will repair you fiercely today! If you come out of the formation, we will compare the real swords and real guns! If you don't dare to come out, you will be a turtle with a shrunken head!"

"That's right, what kind of hero is it to shrink in the big array? If you have a kind of get out, you can fight with Senior Brother Fang Ping for three hundred rounds?"

"Ergouzi, what kind of are you talking about? If that kid can walk in front of Senior Brother Fang for three rounds, I will kowtow to him and call him Dad!"

"Don't say that in three rounds, Senior Brother Fang can defeat him with one move!"

"I don't think I can even use a single move, as long as Senior Brother Fang releases the coercion of spiritual power, this kid will immediately be unable to bear kneeling and begging for mercy!"

“......”

The disciples behind Fang Ping followed suit.

Either Fang Ping has a very high prestige in this sect, or these disciples are killing him.

The disciples and elders of the other two major sects calmed down at this time.

They just took this opportunity to see what kind of strength Su Jian had?

But suddenly.

Fang Ping's Yongle Gang, those clamoring disciples, somehow, suddenly fell silent.

It's as if these people collectively lost their voices and became mute.

Because Su Jian appeared in front of Fang Ping like a ghost, including Song Henian, the leader of the Yongle Gang, and the other two great elders, no one could see how Su Jian moved?

They only felt that their eyes were slight, and they thought that there was some hallucination, and Su Jian was already standing in front of Fang Ping with a smile.

"You're standing so close...... What do you want to do?" Fang Ping looked at Su Jian, who was almost nose-to-nose with himself, only to feel that it was a little difficult to breathe, and he was a little incoherent for a while.

"Heh, could it be that the Turtle King Eight was going to compete with the deity just now?" Su Jian said with a smile.

"That's right!" Fang Ping patted his head and woke up like a dream, "You kid stand back first, we're not a wrestling match, what are you doing standing so close?"

There were all the brothers and gang leaders behind him watching, and Fang Ping beat his spirit to accuse Su Jian of standing in the wrong position.

Su Jian obediently took a few steps back.

He is in no hurry to show his true strength.

Some things are rushed and will get farther and farther away from the truth.

The moment Su Jian retreated, the monstrous spiritual power on Fang Ping's body had already been crushed like a shadow.

Fang Ping's realm is not very high, the peak of the battle master!

But in the Yongle Gang, he is already a master.

Because of the realm of the gang leader Song Crane Year, he has only broken through to the middle stage of the general.

They are not a big sect like the Blood Thunder Sect, and even among the elders of the outer sect, many of them have broken through to the Grandmaster Realm at every turn.

Fang Ping had a strange feeling in his heart.

The realm of this kid in front of him is average, but why is his spiritual power coercive, it doesn't seem to have any effect on him at all.

The waves of spiritual energy he released were as if they were crushed in the air.

Su Jian stood there casually, his whole person was ethereal, as if he had merged with the earth, and all his coercion sank into the vast earth.

and even sank into the endless sea and abyss.

"Ahh

He felt an inexplicable threat.

forced him to show his best weapon, the strongest combat skill.

He couldn't feel Su Jian at all.

Su Jian seems to be everywhere, and nothing is broken.

It seemed that he could draw his sword at any moment and pierce his throat with a sword!

This kind of inexplicable panic, if you didn't face Su Jian directly, you wouldn't have felt it at all.

That's why Fang Ping did his best.

The Yongle Gang disciples were still a little frustrated just now.

But as soon as he saw Fang Ping use the Crazy Demon Stick Method, he immediately became excited again, and began to shout loudly for Fang Ping.

Fang Ping's big stick was waved, as if dancing the entire sky.

The stick wind roared like thunder, and the wind and clouds suddenly changed color.

A fierce force was as heavy as Mount Tai, smashing Su Jian from all directions.

Fang Ping was born with divine power, so his stick was extremely thick and heavy, and coupled with the fact that the stick technique had been perfected, he felt that it was more than enough to deal with Su Jian!

The coiling dragon stick swept the heavens and the earth, destroying the boulders and cracking the ground.

It is worthy of the "crazy devil stick method", and under the urging of the extreme, a faint huge terrifying shadow appeared faintly from the shadow of the stick in the sky, like a ghost-like demon, with teeth and claws, and a cloak of hair, extremely hideous!

However, just when Yongle helped those cheering disciples, he praised Fang Ping's stick technique for how powerful.

Su Jian suddenly disappeared from the shadow of the stick.

Fang Ping was still proud, dancing vigorously.

He didn't even notice that Su Jian had disappeared in place.

All the disciples present widened their eyes in shock.

- Su Jian was a step behind Fang Ping, falling lightly like a ghost.

Only Fang Ping didn't know where Su Jian was?

The mad stick is really dancing like crazy.

After a while, the sweat on Fang Ping's head rained down.

He usually dances sticks, even if he dances for a day and a night, he will not feel tired.

It's so evil today!

Fang Ping felt that he couldn't stop at all, as if there was an invisible silk thread pulling him.

Keep swinging the stick.

Dance until you get old!