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"This fat man's strength has improved a lot recently!"

Someone sighed.

"So what, I should beat him or beat him."

Nangong Jing shrugged.

The person who just spoke smiled awkwardly.

You are awesome, you have the final say, I hope Zhou Xinxin will not meet this woman again in his next life.

Yang Jin from a distance looked at all this, and his expression became increasingly ugly.

Where did this guy come from?

He looks to be in his twenties, and you can feel from the aura on his body that he is indeed very young, but his strength is so terrifying.

This made him feel angry inside.

He should be the most talented person, and such a guy should be destroyed.

Slowly, his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

He raised his arm.

A long bow exuding an icy aura appeared in his hand.

"go to hell!"

A ferocious smile appeared on his face.

As the bow string was pulled apart, an arrow made of condensed spiritual energy appeared.

Buzz~

In an instant, the arrow shot straight towards Zhou Xinxin with a whistling sound of air waves.

Zhou Xinxin, who was fighting, felt a creepy feeling at this moment.

Just when he wanted to escape, the big man in front of him didn't give him a chance.

I can see the arrow coming.

A breeze blew.

"It's not good of you to do this. A sneak attack from behind is not what your status is supposed to do."

A figure appeared out of nowhere, and in his raised palm, the arrows formed by condensed spiritual energy slowly dissipated.

"Senior Brother Zhang!"

Zhou Xinxin's eyes lit up.

Ignore that bitch named Yang Jin.

The mace in his hand hit the big man straight.

"Who are you? How dare you stop me."

At this moment, Yang Jin was overwhelmed by anger. Looking at Zhang Tiandu who suddenly appeared, he raised his long bow again.

"What am I?"

Zhang Tiandu raised his eyebrows.

The voice sounded, but it was from behind Yang Jin.

The pupils suddenly shrank.

The body became stiff.

The two Nascent Soul Stagers on the side wanted to stop him.

But they found that they couldn't move.

Heavy breathing sounds continued to come from Yang Jin's mouth, and he wanted to turn around.

But his body was no longer under his control.

A slender palm was placed on his shoulder.

"Now you still want to know what I am?"

The voice was very soft, but it made Yang Jin's scalp tingle.

What kind of monster is this?

He came up behind him without any notice.

Could it be...

When he thought of that possibility, he couldn't help but feel a wave of fear in his heart.

But how is it possible?

How could there be such a terrifying existence here?

"Ancestor, save me!"

Gritting his teeth, he let out a cry.

"Shut up."

A cold shout came.

I saw a figure appearing not far away.

It was an old man, wearing a gray robe, exuding a cold aura.

"I thought you were going to watch over there."

Zhang Tiandu chuckled.

There was no change due to the appearance of the old man.

"My little friend, let him go. This time it's my Eastern Jin Dynasty's fault. I'm willing to retreat immediately."

The old man clasped his fists.

"Let him go? That's not possible. He wants to kill my junior brother. If he is let go like this, I won't be able to explain to him when I go back."

Zhang Tiandu shook his head.

The old man frowned.

"I am willing to compensate."

"That's not necessary. My junior brother must not look down on your so-called compensation."

The old man took a deep breath.

"So how are you preparing?"

As he spoke, the coercion of a monk in the transformation stage was slightly revealed on his body.

He hoped that the other party would let Yang Jin go for his sake.

To be honest he didn't want to fight with this young looking man.

Regardless of the opponent's strength or origin, he is afraid of it.

Just as the two were confronting each other, the winner of the battle in the distance had already been decided.

I saw the big man lying on the ground, with an obvious depression in his chest.

In front of him, Zhou Xinxin was holding a mace and grinning.

"Who else? I have collected them all."

He glanced around and looked at the several Nascent Soul Stage monks around him, his face full of fighting intent.

"enough."

At this time, the old man spoke.

Only then did those Nascent Soul stagers notice the situation here, and their expressions changed greatly.

At the same time, they also saw the old man.

He couldn't help but show a respectful look.

"Greetings to our ancestors!"

Several people came over quickly.

"Let everyone retreat."

The old man glanced at Zhang Tiandu and said in a heavy tone.

"What? Retreat?"

Someone showed a shocked look.

Although the others did not speak, they looked at him in surprise.

"retreat."

The old man nodded firmly.

Although they were shocked, several people did not dare to have any opinions and could only order the troops to evacuate immediately.

The people on the city wall in the distance looked at this scene and couldn't help showing expressions of ecstasy.

"The Imperial Master is worthy of being an old fox. He can drive a tiger to devour a wolf with just one move, so he needs to be extremely good at it!"

Nangong Palace Master Fu Qing was a man who looked to be in his forties, and he laughed and said.

The people around him couldn't help but take a few steps away from him.

"Old fox? Is this what you usually call me?"

Lin Fuhai turned around, his eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with dangerous light.

"Forehead……"

Only then did Fu Qing realize what he had just said, and a drop of cold sweat fell from his forehead.

"That, no, I mean, look at the wisdom and unparalleled wisdom..."

"Okay, let's go there too."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Fuhai interrupted him.

A group of people walked out of the city gate and headed towards where Zhang Tiandu and the ancestor of the Eastern Jin Dynasty were.

"Boy, was it you who just shot me?"

Zhou Xinxin patted Yang Jin's cheek with a very unkind tone.

"This little friend, I am willing to compensate for his rudeness, and I hope you can let him go."

The old man spoke again at this time.

"Who are you?"

Zhou Xinxin turned around and looked him up and down.

"In the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Yang Tian, ​​I hope that for my sake, I can spare him this time."

His tone was very low, even if the person facing him was only in the Nascent Soul stage.

"Give you face? Who do you think you are? Are you worthy of giving me face even if you are in a small stage of transformation?"

Zhou Xinxin pointed directly at his nose and cursed.

This made the old man's face turn gloomy.

"My little friend, beware of trouble coming from your mouth."

His tone also became stiff.

"I'm still afraid of you. Come and hit me if you dare!"

"you……"

The old man really wanted to tear him apart at this moment, but when he saw Zhang Tiandu smiling beside him, he had to suppress the anger in his heart.

Just when the old man wanted to continue speaking and Lin Fuhai and others were not far away, the expressions of Zhang Tiandu and Zhou Xinxin changed.

Those with the same expression as them were Nangong Jing and others in the distance.

At this moment they were all looking in the same direction.

This made the people near them stunned and followed their gaze.

At some point, a figure in black robe appeared on the battlefield where Zhou Xinxin and the big man were just fighting.