Man Huang Feng Bao

The movement of the mountain gate shocked many disciples of the demon, and more and more people rushed to the Panlong Tianchi, and gathered thousands of people in a short period of time. Among these people, there are ordinary foreigner disciples and chores, as well as elite internal disciples and even masters such as Zongmen.

The level of the demon gate is very strict, even if they are watching the excitement, the ordinary disciples are respectful to the masters of the Zongmen who heard the news, and dare not squeeze them. However, when the six-seven-meter-high dead wood warrior arrived, together with the patriarchal guardianship at the scene, all of them went down with respect and respect. The same is true for Houshan. Even if 10,000 of them are unwilling, they have to give up the attack on Ye Chuan.

"who are you?"

The dead wood warrior, who is said to be dry, looks at Ye Chuan, his eyes are cold, his voice is cold, and he is stuffy, like a thunder.

"He is the murderer, he is a big man, my son Hou Yuanchang is killed by him, this kid..."

Ye Chuan still did not speak, and Houshan, who was kneeling on the ground, spoke first, staring at Ye Chuan in a disgusting manner, gnashing his teeth, and seemed to be eager to eat Ye Chuan.

Snapped!

On the hands of the dead wood warrior, suddenly there was a three-meter-long dead branch out of thin air, and it was like a leather whip. In time, this real humanity has a scream of screaming in the mountain gate, and there is a deep scar on the body. The scalp has fallen off. The **** wolverine does not say that half of the body is numb, and it seems that all of them have been repaired by the dead wood warriors. The whip is scrapped!

"Don't ask you, don't talk, don't you understand? How many years has the deity been closed? It's not been a hundred years, and now the disciples of the demon are so lawless, how can the Zongmen law be used as air?"

The dead wood warriors smashed, and the cold face was murderous, and the pressure in the air was even heavier.

On the edge of the Panlong Tianchi, the disciples of the demon squatting on the ground are awkward, and they are all worried. In the demon gate, the dead wood warrior, nicknamed the dead, is the incarnation of the devil. It is a symbol of the sect of the sect. I don’t know how many talented but unruly genius disciples died in his hands. Seeing him, even the Zongmen Dafa and the elders are not as dare as they are.

Houshan learned to squat, and closed his mouth tightly. His body was **** but he didn't dare to scream. However, the face is more embarrassing, more sullen, and a pair of eyes do not know when it starts to red again, it seems to have to shed blood.

"Say, who are you?" The dead wood warriors did not look at the hills on the ground, and looked at Ye Chuan, who was completely different from the disciples.

This time, he only had one purpose. He was ordered to find out who was coming from the Longshan Courtyard. In his status, other things don't need to be ignored.

"The 517th generation of the ancestors of Yunwu Zong, the disciple of Yemen. Ye Chuan." Ye Chuan slightly bowed his salute.

Seeing this extremely oppressive giant, the fat man Zhao Dazhi has no face, and he is more and more scared. Ye Chuan did not change his face, not flustered and nervous, and even a little excited.

It is his purpose to find a way to alarm the top of the demon gate.

The king is a good talker, the little devil is difficult to wrap, and he wants to borrow a peerless treasure like the Burning Furnace, or the treasure of the town of Tianhuimen. Finding ordinary people is a waste of time. In order to accomplish this seemingly inconceivable task, it is necessary to use the means that ordinary people can't think of, to find a way to alarm the highest level of the demon gate, and to directly talk to the person who controls the demon gate.

The bigger the noise, the better. Ye Chuan is ready. Unfortunately, Hou Yuanchang himself hit the gun, and Ye Chuan just pushed the boat.

"Clouds and sects? No wonders..." The dead wood warriors were a little surprised. They looked at Ye Chuan up and down. "Young people, what are you doing with us?"

"Take one thing." Ye Chuan replied.

"What?" The dead wood warrior was a bit strange.

He has not walked out of the demon gate for a long time, but in his memory, although the cloud sect has been long gone, the treasures passed down in the sects have everything, and even more treasures than the demon gates. Such a long-standing sect, still need to borrow something from others?

"Sorry, this can't tell you, you can see the people who can make a slap in the sky." Ye Chuan replied, directly rejecting the awe-inspiring dead wood warriors.

what?

All the demon disciples Qi Qi looked up and looked at Ye Chuan, a look of sorrow, the heart of the incomparable admiration.

Who is the sky dry?

Even the Tianchang demon big elders, Tianqingzi, met him with respect and respect, and Ye Chuan suspected that he was not enough.

Sure enough, I am ignorant and fearless, Ye Chuan this kid must not know the true identity of the dead wood warrior, do not know who he is!

Heavenly demon disciples are comforting themselves, looking at Ye Chuan's gaze, like watching an idiot, but also looking at a dead person. Legend has it that all the masters of Zongmen who are in the sky are dead, and Ye Chuan is too much to repair, can you not die?

"Ha ha ha, hahahaha, young people, are you saying that the deity is not enough?"

Unexpectedly, the murderous dead wood warrior was not angry, did not shoot, but laughed, and seemed to hear the most funny thing in the world.

In the Tianhuimen, if he said that he did not have the weight of speaking, then the flow of the mountain should not be said, even the great elders must be ashamed. He can't decide what he can't, but I can't decide if I can't decide!

"Master, you are in trouble!"

Fat man Zhao Dazhi looked at Ye Chuan pitifully, crying without tears.

It’s hard to come to a high-level demon gate, and rush to apologize to explain the intention, please ask the other party! At this time, when the public said that the other party is not enough weight, is this not looking for death?

The fat man really died in Ye Chuan’s heart, without such a pit.

Ye Chuan turned a blind eye to the fat sorrow, listened to it, and looked at the dead wood warrior faintly said: "Yes, your weight is not enough, it is still a little worse."

Next to the noisy Tianchi, suddenly there was no sound.

The fat man Zhao Dazhi is sweaty and fluent, and the disciples who are kneeling on the ground are also sweating. They are worried that the dead wood warriors will open their killings in anger, and the endless end will be tired by Ye Chuan.

I dare to say this, is this cloud scorpion kid who has lived for too long?

What is a disciple of a sect, it is clearly a guy who doesn't have a long brain. It doesn't matter if he dies, don't even get tired!

The disciples of the demon in the presence all mourned in the heart, except for one person, that is, Houshan.

Seeing that Ye Chuan is so ignorant, Houshan laughs and laughs. This is good, without him personally, Ye Chuan will be torn into pieces by the dead wood soldiers!

The mountain that was wronged in his heart was excited, but soon he was disappointed.

Being told by Ye Chuan in public, the murderous murderous murderous murderous dead wood warrior did not even anger, but the abnormal did not open the killing ring, but said with a smile: "Young people, talk about it, the deity is not enough, then in the demon door Whose weight is enough?"

"Heaven!"

Ye Chuan was serious, and Shen Sheng said: "I want to see you in the days after the Tianmeng, you have to talk to her."

The smile of the dead wood warrior's face suddenly suddenly froze, and the disciples of the demon squatting on the ground, his face fell more cold sweat.