Chapter 183 Fighting

Pingjiang is now very angry. It seems that people take the palm of themselves without saying a word. At that time, his face was also cold, but he was about to take a blow from the opposite side. Under the operation of the inner breath, his eyes became brighter and brighter. At that time, he saw a thin layer of cyan clouds on the palm of the scholar opposite him. Pingjiang shouted angrily and suddenly stepped on his feet.

Seeing that the young man who had just stunned Wenkonglai with one slap was repelled by the middle-aged Confucian slap, the disciple of the Wushen Sect was about to cheer, but he saw that the retreating body was getting lighter and lighter, and finally dissipated in the air.

"Are you in the early stage of Yangdan or the middle stage of Yangdan?" Pingjiang came out of the crowd with a cold face. Several atheistic disciples around him looked at him in horror, but they didn't know when he appeared beside him.

The scholar's disdainful and confused expression suddenly became solemn. He also waited for the figure to dissipate before he found that it was not Pingjiang himself who repelled.

The scholar stared at the young man who came out for a long time and said, "Bright realm? How can you use condensation?! This move not only requires speed to reach a certain extreme, but even has many rules of space in it. How can you understand and cultivate it? Who is your master? I haven't heard of such a monk in Tianfeng Continent, but I really want to see him.

Pingjiang raised the corners of his mouth and continued, "Are you in the early days of Yangdan or the middle of Yangdan? The disciple of the Godless Sect lost to me, and your predecessor came out to find his face. Am I right? No wonder you are collectively called Zongmen. It turns out that the way of doing things is the same.

"You don't have to change the topic. Even if you are in a brilliant realm and have a slightly higher cultivation than the literary nephew, the literary nephew is the core disciple carefully cultivated by our sect, and the ordinary brilliant monk is not his opponent at all. Even if you want to beat him, it's not that easy. At least you can't stun him with one palm. If you don't accept it, I will slap you and let me see your strength. If you are really powerful and arrogant, our godless sect is not unbearable. I admit that your body method does have some way, but what you need is not just a body method to stun your nephew with a palm. Since you are obsessed with my cultivation, I can tell you that I am the peak of Yangdan in the early stage. Judging your cultivation by my cultivation, you should not be able to see your strength, right?"

"Brother Yan, why do you care so much about a junior? Let's continue to go back to discuss what's going on. I think Wenxian's nephew was just shocked and fainted, but he was not hurt. It seems that I have a good face. Forget it."

The scholar surnamed Yan took a look at the old Jin who came out and said, "Originally, Brother Jin said something, and I should have given this face no matter what, but now it is related to the reputation of our godless sect. If the little brother doesn't find a clear understanding and spreads it to outsiders, the godless sect must have its name. Even the core disciples lost to an unknown rural divergence. Seeing that he is the same age as Wenxian's nephew, I'm afraid there is a ghost in it. I hope you don't blame me. I need to find out about this matter.

Mr. Jin sighed secretly, that's all. Since you have to figure it out, go and try it. If you godless can't go down the steps, don't blame me!

Mr. Jin secretly wink at Pingjiang, but Ping Jiang stared at the scholar with a serious face, as if he did not notice the existence of Mr. Jin. I can't help but let Mr. Jin curse the little bastard.

The scholar surnamed Yan turned his head to Pingjiang. Seeing that he did not have any panic, he couldn't help but be angry. He thought that the boy would panic when he heard his cultivation, but he didn't expect that he was still so calm that he didn't seem to be afraid of himself at all.

"Now that you are ready, take my palm! I caught it. As long as you are fine, I will admit that the literary nephew did lose to you!" After saying that, the scholar surnamed Yan didn't wait for Pingjiang to reply and slapped him.

Just like the palm just now, if you don't watch carefully, you can't see the pale green clouds on his whole palm.

"Humph, what a cruel means. A monk at the peak of Yangdan's early period actually had to use vitality to deal with me!" Pingjiang's eyes were sharp, and his hands kept shrinking in his sleeves. It was not until Yan's palm was not far in front of him that he lifted his arm and greeted him.

The palms approached quickly and were about to bump into each other. A fierce smile suddenly appeared on the face of the scholar surnamed Yan, and the blue light on his palm suddenly lit up. At that time, he deliberately moved greatly and stirred up many sand and dust on the ground. Now it is blurred that people outside can't see the situation in the sand and dust. And the only ones who can see clearly are his few brothers and Mr. Jin. He believes that even if they know, they will pretend not to know.

Pingjiang snorted coldly, as if he had known that the other party would be so ordinary. Seeing a blue cloud light up in front of his eyes, he also suddenly urged the huge destiny star in his body and rushed to the glazed gloves already worn on his hand. At that moment, a thicker and more solid white light cloud appeared in Pingjiang's hand, and then knocked down with Qingyun under the surprised eyes of the scholar surnamed Yan.

hong~pa

The violent surge of force knocked the monks watching from dozens of feet around him. Many people were shocked and fell to the ground, and some of them were weaker and looked even more uncomfortable.

Jin Qinger was pulled by Mr. Jin's side for a long time, and these strength were naturally secretly decoated by Mr. Jin, otherwise she would not have been so leisurely.

The dust and fog in the field is not small. A middle-aged man in blue of the godless sect said impatiently, "Brother Yan is really in such a trouble. Let's see the results quickly! Forget it, I'll do it myself."

An old man next to him was solemnly looking at the place where he was playing. After listening to the middle-aged man in blue, he was shocked and was about to reach out to stop him, but he saw that the middle-aged man's sleeves in blue suddenly shook a few times, and several strong winds blew up and blew the dust in front of him clean. The figures of Pingjiang and Yan scholars were also revealed.

Pingjiang is still standing in the original place, and countless cracks are intertwined on the fine stone slabs under its feet. Everyone knows that these fine stone slabs are not ordinary goods. Their hardness is no different from some spiritual gold, and the scene in front of them naturally shocked them.

Looking at the scholar surnamed Yan, he was lifting one foot gently and wanted to move forward. Looking at his careful appearance, and then looking at his embarrassed expression when he saw the dust and fog being blown away, everyone reacted that the scholar surnamed Yan actually wanted to take a few steps forward before the dust and fog dissipated.

Obviously, he was forced back by Pingjiang just now and seemed to feel ugly, so he wanted to play this trick.

At that time, all the disciples of the godless sect on the field were still elders, and their faces were like pig liver, and their blood was abnormally red.

Mr. Jin and Jin Qinger looked at each other and clenched their teeth tightly. They were so hard that they didn't let the laughter come out.