Chapter 471 Strong action on

Yuanshen wine, this is a treatment that many people dare not think about, and it is also an idea that others dare not have. I'm afraid it's unprecedented.

Yan Guiyun pushed the corners of his mouth fiercely and shouted, "You are too presumptuous. Now I will let you know the end of offending Jidao Xianmen!"

After saying that, Yan Guiyun's body was as bright as the sun. A golden knife flew out of his head, which was the magic weapon he sacrificed with his own life. This golden knife is cut off, and the golden knife can tear the space apart.

Mo Ximen snorted coldly and raised the Momei sword again.

"Do it slowly!" At this time, a delicate shout came from nowhere, and a five-color ribbon flew, rolled up the golden knife, and disintegrated the knife into invisible.

A woman in yellow fell down, with a perfect figure, bees waist and buttocks, and an intoxicating delicate face like a perfect work of art drawn by heaven. The five-color ribbon wrapped around her exquisite body, glowing. The appearance of this woman in yellow immediately eclipsed all the women in the field, and even Lu Zihan could not be compared with this beautiful woman.

"You two, today is an important day for our Xuantian Dance Pavilion. If you have any grudges, we will wait until the big banquet is over." The woman in yellow said crisply. Although she was warning the two of them, her tone was extremely charming and crispy.

"It turned out to be Miss Wanqing." Yan Guiyun put away the golden knife and solemnly arched his hand.

"Ms. Yan, please forgive me." The woman in yellow, who was called Wanqing, said.

"Who is this woman?" Zhuge Fuliang asked Meximon quietly.

"He is the eldest sister of Xuantian Dance Pavilion, and his cultivation is not below me." Meximen said in a low voice.

Zhuge Buteng's pupils shrank. It turned out that the eldest sister head mentioned by Miao Xianji and Cai Xuan was this person. Is she the owner of Xuantian Dance Pavilion?

Yan Guiyun said, "Miss Wanqing, it's not a courtesy that I don't understand, but this person is too much. He not only openly kills my disciples of Jidao Xianmen, but also uses their yuanshen to make wine!" As he spoke, Yan Guiyun didn't forget to stare at Zhugebuliang fiercely.

Wan Qing turned around and swept to Zhuge Butliang. She immediately frowned like a distant mountain, and then looked at Mo Ximen: "It turns out that the young master Mo is also here~~"

"Ha ha ha, Miss Wanqing is polite. This is my friend." Meximen Road.

Wan Qing looked at Zhuge Fuliang with a smile and said, "This friend is so familiar. I don't know what to call him?"

"Zhuge is not bright."

"Oh? It turned out to be the fire control master of Megatron Southern Region recently, and he was really salute. Wan Qing smiled intoxicatedly and said, "But my friend, what you have done is really lack of etiquette."

"Etiquette?" Zhuge Buleang sneered, "They are going to trouble me. Am I normal to comfort myself... I'm sorry, I said something wrong. Do I need to be polite to defend myself?

Wanqing's beautiful face is still full of smile and said, "Today is my big banquet in Xuantian Dance Pavilion. The little woman doesn't want to see anything bad. However, even if the other party does something wrong just now, your friend should not do it so decisively. Well, can you suppress this matter for the time being and make a final order after the banquet?

"No way!" Yan Guiyun shouted, "He killed my fellow sect of the Extreme Fairy Gate, and he must not stop at this time!" I want him to give up his own cultivation!"

"Fight you! Give you a face, right?" This time, Zhuge Buchang hasn't said anything yet. Mo Ximen has stood up, pointed at Yan Guiyun with Momei's sword, stepped on the table, and shouted, "If you really want to make a big deal out of the matter, I won't be afraid of you. You are an ordinary descendant of the Extreme Immortal Gate, dare to talk to my friends like this!? No matter how presumptuous you are, I will also take your yuan god to make wine!"

"I..." Yan Guiyun clenched his fist and gritted his teeth. Although he is an ordinary descendant in Jidao Xianmen, few people dare to talk to him like this.

"Master Mo, please calm down!" Wan Qingdao.

"Miss Wanqing, I know you are in a dilemma, but this Wangba Island is so outrageous! How about we soak wine with your disciple Yuanshen of Jidao Xianmen? If you don't accept it, come up!" Mo Ximen stepped on the table and pointed to Yan Guiyun and scolded.

Even Zhuge Buteng couldn't help looking at Mo Ximen and secretly said that this guy usually looked polite, but he was by no means a good guy.

The blue veins on Yan Guiyun's forehead burst and roared, "Zhuge is not bright. If you have the ability to fight with me for 300 rounds, what's the ability to hide behind others!"

"Yes, he is a timid guy." Lu Zihan curled his red lips and did not forget to sarcastically.

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?" Zhuge Buleang stood up with a smile. He stood side by side with Mexican, stepping on the table with the same foot, turned to Liu Mang and said, "Take Mrs. Lu back aside."

"Zhuge Boss, you are..." Liu Mang looked at him.

Mo Ximen said, "I told you to go back and go back. Haven't you ever seen a hooligan fight?"

"Oh." Liu Mang also simply pulled up Lu Zihan directly and retreated this time.

"Bang!"

Zhuge Buliang and Mo Ximen stepped on the table. Both of them were full of ruffians. Zhuge Fuliang directly copied out the bricks and weighed them in his hand.

"Damn it, what a hooligan fight~~~" Seeing the bricks in Zhuge Buliang's hand, a repairer said. After all, there are only few people who use bricks in the fairyland. It can only be seen in the hissing of those gangsters in the secular world.

"Both of you, please give me a thin noodle." Wan Qing had lost her smile on her face and said solemnly.

"Miss Wanqing, you also saw that it's not that we don't give you face, it's the grandson opposite who doesn't give you face." Zhuge Fuliang said.

"Hahahaha!" Yan Guiyun sneered and said, "Zhuge is not bright. I think highly of you. It turns out that you are just a dog!"

"Well said! Yan Xianyou, little girl, I wish you a helping hand. With a crisp and delicate drink, a beautiful and dazzling woman came. It was the excellent beauty of the Southern Regions, Zhu Yan Fairy.

By Zhu Yan's side, Yin Mengli was also around. As soon as the two women appeared, the scene suddenly booed. This is the most beautiful woman in the Southern Regions. No matter where she is, she is a high-profile figure.

Seeing Yin Mengli, the expression on Zhuge Buli's face suddenly condensed and muttered speechless.

"The hatred between my Taiyi Xianzong and this man is communerless!" Zhu Yan Fairy opened her red lips gently and shouted in a delicate voice.

"A copy of Xiao Yuezong." Two stunning women fell from the sky, and they were Fang Qing, another descendant of Xiao Xuannu Mu Yuchen and Xiao Yuezong.

"Zhuge is not bright, do you still remember me? We should also calculate our grudges." Mu Yuchen fell beside Zhu Yan Fairy and said coldly, her beautiful and refined face was full of indifference.

Two stunning beauties in the southern region stand together, which is definitely an eye-catching scene.

"Yo, it's all here." Zhuge Buteng grinned, but his eyes never looked away from Yin Mengli.

Facing Zhuge Buteng's eyes, Yin Mengli just frowned slightly, still with a cold face. On the contrary, Zhu Yan Fairy next to her was a little impatient and shouted, "What a bold thief, not to mention stealing the "Breaking Jun" file, how dare you come to such a place!"

As soon as this word came out, the crowd immediately boiled. It is no secret that the Tianshu of "Breaking Jun" appeared at the Taikoo Tongmen site. The three areas are well known and are divided into three remnants. But at this time, Zhu Yanxian's words were undoubtedly like throwing a blockbuster. Everyone cast a surprised look at Zhuge Bulliang.

It's unbelievable that the remnants of "Breaking the Average" will be on this person.

"Dig!" Zhuge Fuliang cursed secretly in his heart. In this way, almost everyone's eyes turned hot.

Jidao Xianmen, Taiyi Xianzong, Xiaoyuezong, the descendants of the three supreme immortals in the southern region are approaching, with fierce momentum, and the strong sense of oppression makes it difficult for everyone to breathe. Many people retreated one after another.

Wan Qing's face was complicated, and she knew that this scene could not be stopped by her.

"Come on, I'm not afraid!" Moximen pointed to the people towards the Momei sword.

"Moximen, this matter has nothing to do with you. We can let you go." The evening rain and dust.

"What? Do you think you're going to eat us? Whose hand will kill the deer is still unknown? Little beauty~~~" Mo Ximen said with a grin.

Zhuge Butang's heart turned sharply. These people came to provoke him so blatantly that they didn't care about Xuantian Dance Pavilion at all. Presumably there must be the support of those old-level figures behind, but on his side, there were only Mo Ximen and himself.

The situation is obviously unfavorable to my side.

Zhu Yan Fairy, evening rain and dust, Yan Guiyun, Fang Qing is approaching step by step, and the spiritual power fluctuates, evaporating the air. The scene became a vacuum zone.

"Hahahaha, do you bully less with more?" A bright laugh came, and the two figures fell and stood in front of Mo Ximen and Zhuge Fuliang.

Ink scales and real dragon scattered people!

Ink scales are a rare master in the southern region that can't be too empty. Although the cultivation of real dragon scattered people is a little worse, she also has extraordinary means.

When the two masters arrived, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became fierce.

"Dare to touch these two people and ask me first!" The ink scales whispered, and the voice spread to every corner, and the strong momentum set him off like an unattainable mountain.

"Senior Mo, we don't want to endanger the prince. We just want to understand some enmity with this person." Zhu Yan Fairy pointed to Zhuge Fuliang and said.

"Zhuge Xiaoyou once had kindness to my father and son. How can I look on coldly?" The ink scales.

Hearing this, several descendants of the great religion suddenly became embarrassed. Mo Zhu was deliberately protecting Zhuge. Although they are the descendants of Xianmen, they are by no means the opponents of this rare master in the Southern Regions.

"Ink scales, about the younger generation, don't get mixed up when you are so old." Two lights and shadows appeared in mid-air and stood in the air. They were bathed in the fairy light and could not see their appearance clearly. But if you dare to talk to Mo scales like this, it is estimated that he is also a master of the same era as ink scales.

One of them stood with his hands behind his hand, and his body flashed with a strong fairy light. He said, "If you get involved in the struggle of the younger generation, you are not afraid of other people's jokes."

"I act, it's your turn to dictate?" Mo scales scolded coldly, and a bronze sword in his hand pointed at the man.

"Huh! What? Do you want to fight? In the whole southern region, I haven't been afraid of anyone!" The man whose body was shrouded in fairy light shouted coldly, and the void stepped forward, and the rolling spiritual power fluctuated like a mountain torrent.

Suddenly, a strong majesty fell from the sky, and a huge bronze maple fell from the sky and suddenly hit the man.

"Bum!" The man snorted and flew out with a "whiss".

The bronze mace rotated back and landed in front of the thin middle-aged man. The man held a jar of wine in his hand and said angrlessly, "M, pretend to be a ghost!"