Chapter 128 The following crimes

Lan Jiuzhen is finally back.

The practitioners gathered there, as well as the suzerains and senior elders of various sects, heard that something had happened here, and the descendants of the Royal Spirit Sect challenged the elders and gathered together.

Lan Jiuzhen found Zhuo Tianyao's black smoke rising on the big crow and carrying a big stick in his head. It was expected that he was having trouble again. As soon as he was anxious, he released the colorful glazed phoenix and accelerated to fly over first, but when he heard Elder Ma's rude words to Yan Xinggong, he was immediately furious.

She stood on the two-headed peacock and confronted Elder Ma and blocked Zhuo Tian behind.

Elder Ma secretly shouted bad luck, but why did she hear this? Who doesn't know that this Lan Jiu is really indifferent to others, but extremely respectful to the master Yan Xinggong? As sharp as her second brother Zuo Tenglong, how dare she take action against anyone?

Another thought, will one of his elders be afraid of her? Even in terms of cultivation, she is two levels ahead of her.

So he said angrily, "Lan Jiuzhen, do you also want to rebel? Your disciple Yao Wangfeng insulted the elders and also wanted to challenge the inspection and law enforcers of the conference. Do you want to shield them?!"

Lan Jiuzhen said coldly, "I only heard you insulting my master here. Does a yellow-level elder dare to be disrespectful to Xuan-level elders in public? If you want to kill my brother because of your reasons, should I also kill you on behalf of the master?!"

But I thought to myself that Zhuo Tian would definitely be able to abuse this Elder Ma... Today, it's better for me to insist on this reason to fight with this Elder Ma, so as not to leave Zhuo Tian's duel with him.

The male disciples of the six sects below looked up at the blue nine clothes standing on the colorful glazed phoenixes in the sky. They were all fascinated by her grace. They were so competitive when they listened to her speech that they couldn't help cheering.

Zhuo Tian couldn't help but be happy when he saw the senior sister and thought to himself: Fortunately, I was not fucking abducted by the children of that family... He urged the big crow and Lan Jiuzhen to stand side by side in the air and laughed, "Senior sister, don't be angry. When I tied up this old man and sent him to Yao Wang Feng to kowtow to the master to plead guilty!"

Lan Jiuzhen said, "It's up to me to deal with him. Don't expose your real cultivation and twelfth-level monsters."

All the people present were shocked. Where did this man with black smoke come from such a big tone? Unexpectedly, you want to capture a monk-level elder? With such certainty, is he really extraordinary?

"Who the hell is this person? How can it be so arrogant? Isn't it crazy that the younger disciples want to take down the elders of this sect? A disciple of Faranzong asked.

"This is a strange thing... It is said that it ranks last in the past thousand years, but it has defeated the senior practitioner with seven levels of junior qi practitioners!" A disciple of the Royal Spirit Sect said proudly.

"Men should be so fearless of powerful opponents. I appreciate him very much... He is also handsome, and his smile is not annoying at all..." A girl of Extinction whispered to the sister beside her.

"Let's go! How hateful is this boy? I was just as hot as the flower-like senior sister, and now I am so close to Sister Lan, one of the four beauties of our six sects! Is there anyone like this?!" A male disciple of Shentu Sect overheard it and said angrily.

Elder Ma is already so angry that his face is purple. How can he see the younger disciples of the sect talking to the elders of the sect like this?

With a roar, the top-grade flying sword flew like a long rainbow to hit Zhuo Tian! Kill this boy first, and then slowly clean up the other Yao Wangfeng disciples. As for the Yanxing Palace, he maintained order and expected that the sect would favor him.

A blue sparrow flying knife silently hit the attacking sword and intersects with each other.

Elder Ma fought a cold war with excitement. He felt that his flying sword had been damaged. If he bumped with the other party a few more times, he was afraid it would be destroyed.

With a wave, he hurriedly withdrew his flying sword.

Lan Jiuzhen's blue flying knife is very famous for the Royal Spirit Sect, which is extremely tough and invincible. No one knows that she got it there. Under the fight, Elder Ma completely understood that even if he fought alone, he was not necessarily Lan Jiu's real opponent.

He roared, which made the low-level disciples present buzz in their ears and dizzy.

It turned out that there were four Huang-level elders of the Royal Spirit Sect who maintained the order of the party. He knew that it was difficult for him to do it alone, so he began to call others to help.

Zhuo Tian immediately understood what he meant by his long roar and secretly thought that it would be difficult to deal with a few more people later.

With a loud shout, the big crow rushed over. The big black stick in his hand was injected with spiritual power and instantly became two feet long. Except for the black place where the hand was still held, it became redder and thicker and thicker. At the end, it simply turned into boiling magma with a blazing fire, swinging his head to cover his face like a horse. The elder smashed it!

At the same time, Lan Jiuzhen also shouted delicately, and the blue flying knife was transformed into more than ten feet in size, like a huge blue petal, cutting at Elder Ma's waist. The colorful glazed phoenix under the seat had a big mouth, a fire and a bunch of lightning, and bombarded Elder Ma.

The thousand machines below showed the magic weapon to do it. Tang Rui and Shi Xiaoqian were also eager to try, and were pulled by the old Fang Yuxuan in a hurry.

The iron dispute on the other side thought about it and temporarily withdrew the big iron halberd he wanted to hit. After all, his family was still in the Black Emperor City, and he could not be as scrupulous as Zhuo Tian.

Elder Ma was shocked. How can the attack power of this junior disciple be the level of an intermediate practitioner? In eagerly, the spiritual shield was the strongest and the biggest. His hands were pinched, and a protective streamer mask was placed on his head, and a small sword hit Zhuo Tian at the same time.

With a roar, like a huge stone bomb flying out of a volcanic eruption, the big stick hit the protective streamer, and the firelight splashed everywhere and was submerged by the soaring flames within a few feet. The transparent whole of the streamer hood was shaken around by the impact and was reflected red and shining!

"Cut!"

The blue petals of Lanjiuzhen were also cut on the streamer mask. With a grunt, the shaky hood was neatly cut open, and then rotated, and the shiny shield pieces were shattered into the original cyan material, falling from the air one after another.

Elder Ma was shocked and saw the thunder and lightning and flames of the colorful glazed phoenix hit again. He couldn't scream well! Where the hell is this fair competition? This is simply three fucking practitioners besieging themselves!

He saw that the attack power of the waste boy was definitely not weaker than that of the repairer!

For good, his monster was seventh-order. Although it was not different, it was extraordinary. It spit out a yellow light and resisted the attack of the flame, but the three-foot-thick thunder and lightning hit its chest.

How can this monster resist the eighth-order alien species against the seventh-order ordinary? With a sad sound, his feathers were scattered, and his flesh and blood flew upside down dozens of feet away!

Zhuo Tian ignored the top-grade sword and continued to urge the big crow black wind to chase the horse elder.

The little sword squeaked and was sucked by the big black clock above its head. No matter how hard it struggled, it was difficult to get out. On the contrary, the black smoke wrapped tightly like sticky spider silk and was firmly wrapped.

"Eat my bricks!"

A black iron brick was sacrificed. This is the first time he used a best magic weapon he got after killing Liu Zhiping.

"This boy has the best magic weapon!" As soon as Elder Ma forced himself to stabilize the injured monster, he saw that the black brick on his head had turned into a hill and pressed down, and there was no way to hide. He could only sacrifice an iron ring of a medium-quality magic weapon beast to meet it again. At the same time, he operated the spiritual shield to the strongest and was ready to take this blow!

The top sword was sucked and the streamer shield was destroyed... The disciples of the Royal Spirit Sect were originally good at taming monsters to participate in the battle, while the magic weapon was relatively weak of the six sects, so Elder Ma seemed to be unable to come up with anything more advanced.

The black iron brick looked like nothing. After smashing the middle-quality horse head iron ring, it hit Elder Ma's shield with a bang!

With a bang, the protective spiritual mask was defeated, Elder Ma issued a formula, his arms stroked, and a huge pure yellow ball in his hand, struggling to hit the black iron brick under pressure!

At the same time, although it is slightly worse than three layers, how can ordinary tactics be attacked by the best magic weapons?

With a roar, Elder Ma and the monster sprayed blood and fell from the air!

"Fuck, fortunately, your broken iron ring and shield were blocked, otherwise I would smash you into mud!"

Zhuo Tian stood on the big crow, looked down at the elder horse and the monster who couldn't struggle on the ground, and shouted.

Everyone present was stunned!

Although Lan Jiu is really a practitioner, and the two attack an elder of the Royal Spirit Sect together, this elder may not be invincible; but who knows that the person who finally shot him down the sky and can't afford to be seriously injured is actually a disciple of an intermediate practitioner!

This is definitely not opportunistic. When the elder was hit undefended by Lan Jiuzhen, he started secretly... This is a low-level disciple who rushed directly against the elder monk!

Not to mention the blow of Elder Ma's superior sword, the disciples below could not take it, and Zhuo Tian actually endured it with the big black pot above his head as if nothing had happened. Even if it was Zhuo Tian's continuous attack of the big stick and bricks, none of the disciples present were confident that they could take it!

Is this still an intermediate practitioner?

No one can believe it.

No one expected that this battle would end in such a short time, and the one who lost was the repair horse elder who maintained order.

Zhuo Tian turned the blackboard back, shook his hand and released the flame cord, and tied up Elder Ma tightly. As soon as he struggled, the rope released fire, burning his clothes black and fragrant meat.