Pill Sovereign Reborn

"Temple Lord, xing'er is right. If one of them can defeat me, I will bow my head and admit my mistake to them!"

Tan Zheng and a see Mo Xing son speak for him, immediately have the confidence, looking at the head of Mo Xing Chen, a face of perseverance.

"Shut up, did I let you talk?"

Mo Xingchen said angrily.

A drink reprimand, frighten Tan Zheng and straight shrink a head, that appearance wants more comical have more comical.

"Xing'er, don't be ridiculous. They are guests from afar, so stay away. "

Mo Xinger's parents died when Mo Xinger was a few years old.

Mo Xinger, who has lost his parents, has always been very lonely. He doesn't know what father's love is and what mother's love is.

From small to large, only Mo Xingchen has been spoiling her, but gradually, Mo Xingchen is also used to her Princess temper, sometimes, in the face of his granddaughter, Mo Xingchen is helpless.

"Grandfather, xing'er is just telling the truth. Isn't Shenwu respecting the strong?

Only the strong are qualified to live in this world, and only the strong have dignity and respect.

These guests from Longyuan, xing'er doesn't mean to make trouble for them. Xing'er just wants to be fair.

As elder martial brother Tan said, if one of them can defeat elder martial brother Tan, elder martial brother Tan will bow his head and admit his mistake to them!

Otherwise, why should the weak let the strong bow down and admit their mistakes? "

Mo Xinger looks directly at her grandfather with a stubborn face.

Mo Xingchen's face is dignified. His granddaughter really doesn't give him any face, but what about that?

You can't fight and you can't scold!

As long as I think of the death of Mo Xinger's parents more than ten years ago, Mo Xingchen's heart is full of guilt and grief.

He knew why Mo xing'er had developed such an extreme concept of respect for the strong. It was precisely because of the incident more than ten years ago!

"Lord, what Princess xing'er said is that the world's strong is respected. Since elder martial brother Tan said it before, let the boy fight with elder martial brother Tan!"

At this time, Ye Lan sees Mo Xingchen's dilemma.

For Mo Xingchen, he still has some good feelings. At least Mo Xingchen doesn't look like Mo Xinger's indifference and disdain, and looks down upon them as outsiders.

"Star son is also you can shout?"

Mo xing'er's face sank, and he glanced at Ye Lan coldly. In his tone, he was cold.

"Who is your elder martial brother? You little hairy kid from the corner of Longyuan, you should also call me elder martial brother

Tan Zhenghe is also a face of gloomy, impolite response.

"Enough!"

Mo Xingchen roars.

Mo Xinger and Tan Zhenghe have just stopped talking.

"Since you have this wish, good, the Lord of this temple will help you to compete with Zhenghe."

For a long time, Mo Xingchen nodded and agreed.

He also wants to see what ye LAN can do?

Seeing Mo Xingchen nodding, Tan Zhenghe looked at Ye Lan with a proud face. His eyes were full of cold color.

He strode forward with arms around his chest.

"Three moves! In the three moves, if you can beat me back, I think you are a character. I bow my head to you face to face and admit my mistake! "

Tan Zhenghe has a big face.

Among the five, Mo Xinger's cultivation is the highest, in the half step to the secluded realm, followed by Tan Zhenghe, who is in the nine fold realm of broken fetus.

"Three moves? Too much! One move is enough

Ye Lan responded.

"Ha ha! Arrogant boy, don't say I won't give you a chance.

I'm afraid that you're a fool. "

Tan Zhenghe laughs.

Gaze at Ye Lan, full of disdain and disdain.

"Since you want a move, well, I'll see how you can shake me back?"

Tan Zhenghe continued.

Ye Lan does not speak, behind him, the black inflammation is raging, suddenly breaks out.

Terror came out of him.

At the same time, the three ancient statues of man God also emerged, bursting with the force of barbarism.

With the help of the fighting soul of the black flame and the power of the brute God, Ye Lan's momentum instantly climbed to a pole.

On the other side, Tan Zhenghe looks dignified and surprised.

He didn't expect that the hairy boy from Longyuan had such terrible accomplishments and powerful means.

The three huge ancient gods gave him the feeling of three gods, full of an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Meteor palm."

Ye Lanshen drinks it and makes a bold attack.

On top of the dome, palms all over the sky appear. Immediately, they fall down like a meteor, killing Tan Zhenghe one after another.

Meteor palm, the martial arts of the earth class, is rare in the Star Palace.

Now, with the improvement of Ye Lan's cultivation, his meteor palm power is stronger and stronger, which combines the power of black flame fighting soul and the power of brute God.The power of the meteor palm is really unbearable.

Even tan Zhenghe did not dare to underestimate.

Drink ～

Tan Zhenghe wakes up with a deep drink. He dismounts his horse and stabs his waist. His feet are like rooting on the ground.

A great momentum suddenly erupted from his body.

That momentum, not weak Ye Lan at the moment of the meteor palm power.

In a moment, his body surface was shining, and there was already some dark skin, which became even darker, just like black iron forging, solid as gold.

Dang Dang

All over the sky, continuous bombardment, slap on Tan Zhenghe's body, issued bursts of sound like gold and iron, burst out a torrent of air, sweeping all directions.

At the foot of Tan Zhenghe, the ground continued to sink, crack and collapse.

Road cracks, with him as the center, like cobwebs scattered.

I don't know how long it took for the shadow to disappear.

The huge palace is also calm.

Tan Zheng and slowly get up, look at Ye Lan and smile coldly: "is this your strongest mace? However, I can't break my defense, let alone push me back? "

"Don't be happy too early. If you dare to get up and don't step back, I will lose."

Ye Lan looks at the arrogant Tan Zhenghe with a smile.

Tan Zheng and Mou Guang Yi Lin, suddenly, he feels not good.

Indeed, he withstood Ye Lan's meteor palm bombardment with his own strong cultivation and terrible physical strength.

But unfortunately, the meteor palm combines the power of man God, at the same time, in the palm strength, it is a combination of dark strength.

Generally speaking, people who practice the body are tough on the outside and soft on the inside.

Especially Tan Zhenghe, Ye Lan had a simple look, found that the other side is a horizontal training of the body, although the external physical strength is extremely strong, but his internal is not very good to be tempered.

"You should feel that in my previous blow, every palm shadow mixed with a part of the dark force.

This dark force can't hurt your body surface, but it's easy to hurt your internal meridians, bones and tendons.

Your physical strength is very strong. It's a pity that you only focus on cultivating external skills and ignore internal skills. This is your weakness, the only one! "

Ye Lan carries his hands and looks at Tan Zhenghe.

Smell speech, Tan Zhenghe's face is more and more ugly, between the forehead and back, is full of cold sweat.

He wanted to get up very much, but he didn't dare, because the dark strength of Ye Lan's previous attack numbed the position of his channels, bones and tendons.

As long as he gets up rashly, his body will be out of control. At that time, it's not impossible to fall a fart, let alone step back.

"Son of a bitch, don't be so eloquent. You've lost this contest! I will never bow to you and admit my mistake

Tan Zheng and tie Qing have a face, and their bodies are still in a state of horse walking, like a wooden stake pestle in place, motionless.

It's really the face of a man, the skin of a tree.

Tan Zhenghe, as one of the best super geniuses in the Star Palace, how can he easily admit losing to Ye Lan, the pariah from Longyuan?

Now, he didn't admit it.

"Then get up!"

Ye Lan said with a playful smile.

"Why should I listen to you?"

Tan Zhenghe's unconvinced response.

"It's really mean and invincible. If you lose, you'll have to give up!"

Ye Lan shakes her head, turns around and sits down.

"Who are you calling cheap?"

Tan Zheng and a listen, anger up surge, rebuke a voice to shout a way.

"I'll scold anyone who speaks up."

Ye Lan's face doesn't matter.

"To die!"

Tan Zheng and extremely angry, suddenly get up, want to start to Ye Lan.

However, as soon as he got up, he felt a sense of general paralysis spread all over his body. He was unstable at his feet and fell into shit.

A face with the earth came to a close contact, nosebleed, how embarrassed, how embarrassed.

If not for his physical strength, I'm afraid that this fall will break his nose bone.