Chapter 690 Withered Bone Style

"Brother Gao Feng, you are destined to be a big shot in the future. Brother, I have to rely on you to help me do something. Let's not talk about it. Look, your uncle is out!" After waving his hand, Bright's eyes lit up and he said.

When Gao Feng heard what he said, he didn't say much and hurriedly condensed his eyes to the center of the field.

At this time, Gao Feng and Bright seem to be in a spatial fault. Such means are naturally done by Bright, so that others can't find out his existence at all, but at the same time, they can clearly see the scene in the center of the field.

"Sneer!"

In the sound of a crisp space tearing, a dead old man in a cyan robe stepped forward and came to the center of the field. Today, the old man with withered bones is dressed very energetic. He has changed his lazy appearance from the past. He wears a free and easy-going cyan robe. He is energetic and has a feeling of desire to fly up. And it seems that he feels the atmosphere around him. The old man with dead bones carried his hands on his back and was full of the demeanor of a strong man.

"Huh? Is this the old man withered bones? A strong generation of 2,700-year-old people? Sure enough, he looks extraordinary and has the demeanor of a strong man!"

"Do you feel that his demeanor just now? No wonder the strong man who wants to overcome the thunder disaster in the Holy Land is really a model for our generation!"

"I have also heard about the old man withered bones before. His strong strength has been diving in the Holy Land and Asia, which is a shock to the Piaomiao Pavilion. Now, he has reached such a high level. Once he succeeds in crossing the disaster, won't the Piaomiao Pavilion's strength soar?

"Strength soaring? That's not necessarily the case. Once he succeeds in crossing the disaster and becomes a strong man in the Holy Land, he should leave Odin and go to the mysterious and great holy world.

"Maybe he doesn't want to go to the holy world? I heard that the strong man in the holy world is far worse than being the strongest in Odin! However, it is said that after becoming strong in the Holy Land, some talented people will be directly led by the Holy Power and reach the Holy Realm. I think that his chance of success in the disaster is not great, and the opportunity to attract the Holy Power is even more negligible. Let's change it anyway.

"Yes! Since he dares to tell the whole continent and invites many strong people to come and watch it, he thinks he has some confidence in crossing the disaster. Let's wait and see!"

As soon as the dead old talents appeared, many strong people began to introduce arguments one after another, and some big secrets were revealed in the words of some strong people. Almost all of these strong people are strong and powerful, and their vision is also particularly vicious.

After appearing in the center of the field, the withered old man smiled lightly, and then looked around. Then he said leisurely, "Guys, I want many friends to know my name, right? This time, I would like to invite you to watch it together. The thunder disaster in the Holy Land is rare in a thousand years. Since I am lucky enough to break through the realm of Jianzun and attract thunder disasters, I naturally want you to open your horizons and also have some help for you to practice and overcome the disaster in the future!"

The old voice of the dead old man echoed in the void, with a light posture, which seemed to be not very panicked about the upcoming thunder disaster.

"It's really a strong man! The danger is approaching and the face will not change! With such demeanor, it is no wonder that it can break through the sword master to attract thunderstorms! The predecessor of Dead Bone is definitely a model that our generation needs to worship!" A strong man at the beginning of the sword emperor's heart swayed, as if he was attracted by the peerless demeanor of the old man withered bones.

"Well, this withered bone is excellent, and you can be calm in the face of terrible thunderstorms. It's just that I don't know if he can survive the disaster?

The frank words of the dead old man made the strong people present raise their thumbs up again and admiration.

"Senior withered bones, you can get through the disaster at ease, and we will help you again!" Perhaps infected by the momentum of the dead old man, a strong man at the level of the sword emperor shouted, which immediately aroused the resonance of many people and made the atmosphere in the field suddenly warm.

His face showed a heartfelt smile, and Gao Feng also sighed secretly, "My uncle has the demeanor of a peerless strong man. I hope he can successfully survive the disaster. With the help of the five-eed magic beads and the royal thunder demon array, it should not be difficult.

At the same time, in the first area where the sword master is located, an old man with a ferocious scar on his face sometimes burst into a fierce light in his eyes, unconsciously touching his space ring, as if he was brewing some evil idea.

"The old thing withered bone, when you killed my eldest brother, it left such an ugly scar on my face. If I have the opportunity, I must destroy his disaster. However, if I rush in, even if it increases the thunderstorm crisis, I'm afraid I will fall, but it's not worth it. What should I do..." The old man's eyes flashed fiercely, and he couldn't make up his mind for a moment.

"Hum..."

At this moment, the void next to the dead old man suddenly rippled a wave of ripples, like a water wave, and then one person took a step into it.

This figure is a handsome young man with an extremely straight figure, straight spine, and his hair casually bound by a cloth strip. His breath is light and clear, casual and free, without a little sharpness. It seems to be a pool of clear spring, a wisp of breeze, and even the clothes are also a casual ordinary white shirt, like a chicken without a hand. Li's scholar is average.

However, it is this casual look of this young man who looks like a scholar, as if it can pierce people's hearts, making his heart rumbling and difficult to extricate himself.

This person is not someone else, but the Holy Lord of the Piaomiao Pavilion!

"Gentlemen, the withered bone brother's disaster is really a grand event for me! As the Holy Lord of Piaomiao Pavilion, I will use the small holy world to resist the first three thunderstorms for him as usual and help him survive the disaster. In addition, if there is any unopening desire to destroy the dead brother, even if he has no time to take care of it, I will kill him directly! I don't think there is anyone who is so eye-opening, right?" With a faint smile, the Holy Lord is like saying a careless thing, but the murderous intention revealed in his words is awe-inspiring.

Just kidding, the Holy Lord of Piaomiao Pavilion is the absolute peak figure among the strong sword masters. Even the old man who has not survived the disaster now may not be the opponent of the other party. He protected the old man withered bones, and immediately dispelled some people who secretly wanted to harm the bones.

"Damn it! Humph, even if I don't take action, the old thing withered bones will definitely survive the thunderstorm. In a moment, it will definitely disappear!" With a fierce gritting of his teeth, the ferocious-faced old man suddenly gave up the idea in his heart.