"The twenty-three-year-old seventh-grade master realm does not have it."

The old dwarf looked tightly on the white-clothed body and spoke lightly.

The audience was in an uproar.

Twenty-three years old? Seventh-grade master?

The crowd was paying attention, Bai Yi was not very adaptable, and she lowered her head and pursed her lips without saying a word.

Xu Yi blocked the white-clothed body, cut off Mang's vision, and said coldly: "Mang, it was you who killed the Eastern King."

One by one, the eyes gathered on the old dwarf again.

"It was the one who killed me." Mang nodded and admitted.

When he reaches his level, he disdains to deny it.

"So, then pay for your life for the Eastern King." Xu Yi held the Mutian spear and strode away.

"Blood debt and blood repayment!" Chen Zhuo also walked forward with the ice crystal sword in his hand.

Qiu Hentian grinned and grinned: "Old guy, let's die together!"

"You guys, no."

Mang was not angry, shook his head indifferently, and his eyes were filled with peace like a god looking at an ant.

He is too arrogant.

"Add old woman." Tianqi's mother-in-law came again.

Her injuries have recovered completely in a short time.

Mang's brows frowned more and more, and he looked at Baiyi again: "The Tai Sui Doctor has been destroyed in history for forty years, so there shouldn't be any talented people."

"A lot of nonsense!"

Xu Yi said coldly: "A master of the ninth grade peak, is he really invincible in the world?"

Shocked!

All the masters opened their mouths so much that they were shocked.

The ninth-grade peak master!

What is the difference between being invincible in the world without leaving the extraordinary realm?

How many years have it been?

How many years has the Tianlong not been out of the extraordinary realm?

That realm seems to exist only in history!

"Looking at this world, I am not invincible, but you are not enough." Mang shook his head and said.

"Add me!"

An amazing breath came from a distance, like a blue stream of light, making people feel palpitations.

The light dissipated, one man, one armor, and one heavenly painting halberd.

"Winter!"

Xu Yi was shocked.

At this time, the wind was flowing with the aura of a sixth-grade master, and the one wearing it was the dragon armor worn by Di Jiu!

In the king's bedroom, Di Jiu was wearing pajamas and leaning on him lazyly.

Holding a pot of wine in his hand, looking at the illusory light curtain in front of him, and taking a sip from time to time.

"The gift from Tianlong made you break the sixth-grade master?"

Mang's face seemed to be furious: "Damn Tianlong... Even so, it's not enough!"

"Immortal Heavenly Lord!"

A Taoist, who was pale and beardless, wearing a Taoist robe and carrying a peach wood sword, jumped gently and stood out.

The breath is revealed, the seventh-grade master!

"Who are you?" Mang's eyes flashed.

"I have no name or surname."

Mang nodded: "It's the same whether you say it or not, you're just going to die."

"The ninth-grade peak is indeed qualified to be arrogant. I will also try my best."

The old voice spread, and an old man in a coarse cloth walked out with a kitchen knife that could be seen in his hand.

"The seventh-grade knife man, are you still not extinguished?" Mang was really surprised this time.

The grandfather of the king, who was the grandfather of Di Jiu, said that the knife and the mistress were confusing the public, and it should not exist.

I have never seen a knife credit man since then.

Unexpectedly, it appeared again today, and he was still a seventh-grade master.

"Tianlong once destroyed the sword-maker, but you still contributed to the Tianlong?"

"The Tianlong is peaceful, what has disappeared is just the lineage of the knife-maker. The Tianlong is uneasy, and what has disappeared is the people." The old man said lightly.

Mang nodded and smiled, "It seems that there is some reason, so... and the powerful people of the God of War level, come out."

Swish swish swish swish...

Four figures leaped out.

The strong air flows and the pressure spreads.

Four fifth-grade masters, war god level!

Grandma Tianqi glanced at her and slapped her with her palm: "If you retreat, you are less than the sixth grade, you are not qualified."

The four of them couldn't resist it, so they took a few steps in a mess, and smiled bitterly on their faces.

If it is on weekdays, the God-level powerhouse will sweep the whole audience as soon as it comes out.

But now, not to mention the masters of Tianlong are there, at least eight out of ten.

There are countless hidden dragons and creeping tigers.

Facing the peak of the ninth grade and the fifth grade master seem to be really not enough.

Countless people were silent and full of bitterness.

The fifth grade is not qualified, and they feel very embarrassing to be the first grade, second grade, and third grade.

"Tianlong, it's still too small."

Mang waited for a while, and saw that no one stood up again, and shook his head.

Everyone was extremely angry.

"Little girl, where are you? A seventh-grade master, why don't you come to help them?" Mang looked at Baiyi.

White clothes shake their head.

Everyone couldn't tell what it felt like.

But Bai Yi said again: "They will hold you back, I will break the formation."

Break the formation?!

Mang's pupils shrank slightly: "Can you break the twelve capitals and heavenly evil formation?"

"I've seen it before, so I've learned it."

The words of Baiyi were like a dazzling white light in the darkness, bringing dawn and hope to the soldiers of the three major war zones and tens of thousands of masters present.

Xu Yi was very excited. The treasure of Baiyi had never disappointed him.

"Southern Xinjiang soldiers obey orders!"

"exist!"

"Get up immediately and listen to the orders of the white-clothed military advisor. The orders will be delivered!"

"Here!"

"The soldiers from the north obey orders! Listen to the orders of the white clothes, and the orders will be delivered!"

"Here!"

"The Xiyuan army obeys the orders, and the orders of the white clothes will be delivered!"

"Here!"

"And we!"

Tens of thousands of masters shouted loudly.

White clothes show a smile.
To be continued...