HCB Chapter 112 Didn't You Call Me To Fight?
Chapter 112 Didn't You Call Me To Fight?
"We don't hide and hide, can you bear the beating?"
"If you have the ability, come alive and talk to me!"
The female elder of Xiaxuanfeng spoke coldly, the sword in her hand was dripping with blood.
I saw the breath of heaven and man suddenly bursting out of her body, and she quickly fell back to the baby of the gods.
The elders of the Backing Mountain Sect not far away looked at each other and shook their heads wryly.
How much is this guy hiding?
Even they were panicked and had no idea.
This hides too much, even the ancient races in the middle stage of the Heavenly Human Realm can't hold her sword!
They silently calculated in their hearts, how many moves would it take to kill a middle-aged man in the mid-stage of Heaven-Human Realm?
"Tell me that there is no one in the ancient race?"
A roar shook the sky and tore apart the sky.
In the direction of the Nanman forest, a silver roc soared into the sky, with its wings spread tens of thousands of miles, covering the sky and the sun.
The aura of the Dao Realm rolled in, and the several elders who were crushed were a little out of breath.
The female elder of Xiaxuanfeng turned around and looked at Yinpeng who was rushing towards him with a solemn look on her face.
In the face of Dao, she has no certainty of victory!
"It's better to let the ancestor take action... If it is exposed again... I am afraid that I will be invited to drink tea by the head when I go back this time..."
She whispered that she didn't plan to confront Yinpeng head-on.
That way, even if she wins, she will lose a lot!
They met the eyes of several backer sect elders, and they clasped fists at the void at the same time.
"Hey, you little guys, really..."
Not far from them, a very small old man appeared with his hands behind his back.
He glanced at the Xuanfeng female elders, as if he could see through the little thoughts in their hearts.
The female elder of Xiaxuan Peak didn't blush, her heart didn't beat, she clasped her fists solemnly and said:
"Patriarch Qingyu, the disciples are really no match for him."
On the side, several elders suddenly smiled ashamedly, clasped their fists and said in agreement:
"That's right, Patriarch, how can we deal with the Dao Realm?"
"This kind of existence, I have to trouble you to do it."
The very small Ancestor Qingyu shook his head.
In his eyes, this acting skill is full of loopholes and very clumsy.
Among them, some are indeed not the opponent of Lindaojing Yinpeng, but some have this strength.
Just don't want to stand up.
The reason...he understood in seconds.
After all, he has struggled and worked hard.
"Death!"
Yinpeng's whole body is full of momentum, and Lin Dao Realm is the first echelon of combat power in this degenerate era.
Every word and deed can resonate with heaven and earth.
Every gesture is a powerful method.
The power of heaven and earth is at your fingertips.
With a loud shout, a huge sound wave rolled up a thousand-mile tornado, which turned into a huge wind blade and slashed towards Patriarch Qingyu and the others.
Patriarch Qingyu glared at him. Although he was small, standing there seemed to be the center of heaven and earth.
"Tell me that there is no one in the Mountain Sect?"
He let out a low shout, and the sound wave instantly shattered Qianli Fengblade.
Yinpeng was stunned for a moment, then looked at Patriarch Qingyu.
He manifested himself, extremely huge, with his wings spread tens of thousands of miles. In his eyes, the Qingyu Patriarch was about the size of a broad bean.
"Douding, are you their reliance?"
Yinpeng spoke indifferently, with a calm tone.
Although Patriarch Qingyu easily dispelled his attack just now, he didn't take it seriously.
Just now he just did it casually, and he didn't take it seriously at all.
Patriarch Qingyu looked at Yinpeng and said, "What's your name, old man?"
His tone was calm.
But behind him, several elders all backed away quickly, all showing expressions of sympathy for Yinpeng.
I have seen death, but I have never seen such death.
Beans?
You can ask Taoist Xuanhe, the head of the previous generation, if he dares to call Patriarch Qingyu like that.
Born short and short, this is the heart disease of Qingyu Patriarch.
Although with his strength, he could already change his body, but he didn't do so. After all, the original match is better.
He doesn't change, but it doesn't mean that others can expose the scars.
Yinpeng didn't know that he had stepped on a landmine, but he was still proud, his body that covered the sky and the sun was hanging there, his eyes were contemptuous:
"You are the Xuanhe patriarch of the backer sect in the legend, right?"
"I never thought that you have already arrived here, and you are moving very quickly."
On the face of the backer Zongming, there is only one Xuanhe Taoist who is in the Taoist realm.
Yinpeng saw that Patriarch Qingyu was a strong man in the Dao Realm, so he subconsciously thought that he was Taoist Xuanhe.
Regarding his words, Patriarch Qingyu turned a deaf ear and asked again: "What did you call me just now?"
Hearing this, Yinpeng stared and said, "Hey, you Douding, you are a little deaf, aren't you? Do you have to listen to it again?"
"6"
The female elders of Xiaxuan Peak all gave Yinpeng a thumbs up, this guy opened their eyes.
The second Douding said, Qingyu Patriarch probably had already thought about where to bury him after death.
"Very well, it's been so many years, no one dares to call me that old man anymore."
"You are the first in hundreds of years!"
Patriarch Qingyu took out a ruler, which looked ordinary and without any special features.
He said to the elders behind him: "Today, I invite you to eat barbecue!"
After saying that, he swung the ruler fiercely, and a silver light rushed out, approaching Yinpeng's body.
"Hmph, I'd like to see what kind of abilities you, Douding, have..."
Before he finished speaking, Yinpeng was taken aback suddenly, and looked down at his body.
The originally calm eyes suddenly burst into intense fear.
His body was split into two halves unconsciously!Even avoided his perception!
how did you do that?
"It seems that not only roasting, but also stewing... steaming... rinsing!"
Hearing the third beep, Patriarch Qingyu's calm eyes seemed to drip water.
"I am a strong person of the silver-winged peng bird clan near the Dao Realm. If you kill me, you will definitely be killed."
"The Backer Sect will also be wiped out by my Silver Winged Peng Clan because of you!"
"As long as you let me go, I...I promise...after my family takes control of the barren state in the future, I will not touch any plants or trees of the Backing Mountain Sect."
Yinpeng panicked, he found that the separated body was out of his control, and he lost consciousness.
His consciousness is also blurred, and the power in his body is imprisoned!
"This... Taoist Xuanhe is so strong!"
"As expected of the Patriarch of the Town School, one of the Nine Great Immortal Sects!"
Hearing Yinpeng's threat, Patriarch Qingyu suddenly grinned.
Although he was smiling, in Yinpeng's eyes, it looked like a ghostly smile.
Patriarch Qingyu said: "If your Silver Winged Peng Bird Clan can destroy the backer sect, not to mention letting you go, so what if the old man is your grandson?"
Such confident words blinded Yinpeng, who was already shrouded in the shadow of death.
He roared: "Why are you relying on the mountain sect so crazy?"
"But you are the only one in the Dao Realm! What are you arrogant about?"
"Kill me, you will all die sooner or later!"
Only Patriarch Qingyu's ruler answered him.
Yinpeng's body was divided into countless minced meat, uniform in size, and even sliced and stripped.
Especially the roc wings and roc legs are perfectly stripped out, which is the most delicious part.
As for the big part of the buttocks, it was resolutely abandoned by the ancestor Qingyu.
It's too coquettish here, I can't eat it!
……
Not long after, Hua Yunfei appeared in a void in Wangnan Ancient City, staring at Qingyu Patriarch's skillful cooking movements, he was stunned.
"Didn't you call me to fight?"
"What is this doing? Why is it still cooked?"
He sniffed his nose, sipped his saliva, and whispered: "It seems...it smells good!"