The old man came back with Pang Liang's head.

It took only ten seconds before and after this.

Many elders didn't have time to react.

Pang Liang...is gone!

The people around looked at each other in a daze, and everyone's face was filled with fear.

Especially those elders, they were even more shocked!

Because they found that the old man was not blushing or breathing at this moment.

There was no sign of exhaustion at all.

The consumption effect of the two evil geniuses... does not seem to be obvious...

"It seems that when this person attacked Pang Liang, he didn't use all his strength at all!" The fourth elder Xi Mulin said in a stern manner.

"He probably sat here for many years and felt bored, so he kept playing with Pang Liang! With his strength, it was easy to kill Pang Liang." The monk Wu and Meat also stared at him.

The disciples were in full bloom.

"Senior Brother Pang Liang!"

"Just like this...is it gone?"

The people in King Li Palace were trembling, fearful and afraid.

Looking at the round thing in the old man's hand, everyone's scalp was numb.

A terrifying atmosphere filled the whole world.

"Who else are you going to fight? Let's do it! I will accompany you!" The old man threw Pang Liang's head to the ground and said with a smile on his face.

Everyone looked at each other and fell completely silent.

No one dared to step forward at this moment.

Many disciples subconsciously retreated, especially those elite disciples.

After all, even Yu Ling and Pang Liang were gone, and they went up... they were just going to die.

"Great Elder, both the third elder and I have lost a beloved disciple. You should come forward next time, right?" Liu Shifeng turned his head and shouted, urging the great elder Su Moyun here.

"You are right! Where is Wu Ji? Is it time for him to take action now?" Ghost Hand also spoke.

Although they called Yu Ling and Pang Liang to challenge them, they felt deeply distressed when they died.

The most important thing is that the strength of killing the palace and Li palace has decreased a lot.

If the Zhan Royal Palace had always chosen to sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight, how could they be happy?

However, Ghost Hand and Liu Shifeng repeatedly asked questions, but Su Moyun could not be moved at all.

"My beloved disciple Wu Ji did not attend the Eastern Emperor Conference, so you may not be able to ask me to let him take action!" Su Moyun said.

"What?"

There was an uproar in the scene.

"Senior Brother Wu Ji did not attend the Eastern Emperor Conference?"

"This...how did this happen?"

"Senior Brother Wu Ji is so powerful. If he comes with him, who can still be the opponent of the War Palace?"

"Is it possible that Senior Brother Wu Ji is not interested in this Eastern Emperor Divine Ring?"

Everyone was confused and started to talk.

"Wu Ji didn't come? What's going on? Did you not let him come?" Liu Shifeng was very unhappy and asked coldly.

"It's him who doesn't want to come."

"Ha, I don't think so." The ghost hand snorted coldly: "But since Wu Ji is in the future, I won't force it, but you should send a disciple to you at least?"

"Okay!" Su Moyun nodded and looked at the disciples of the War Palace behind him: "Wen Shi! You come out to compete with this senior on behalf of our War Palace!"

The person named Wen Shi was as if he was struck by lightning, his face turned pale.

"Master, I..."

"Don't tell me that you dare not go! If you are afraid to fight, you will lose my face as a man in the palace. If you lose my face, you should know what methods are usually used by your master to such people!" Su Moyun said with a expressionless face.

When Wen Shi heard this, his whole body trembled and opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak anymore.

"Why don't you go?"

Su Moyun shouted.

Wen Shi's body swinged and walked forward tremblingly.

"Senior Brother Wen."

"Senior Brother..."

The disciples of the War Palace shouted.

At this moment, a shout sounded.

"Master! Senior Brother Wen Shi was injured when he went out for training some time ago. He has not healed yet. There is no need to let him come forward in this battle. Let me fight!"

At this time, a man who seemed to be twenty-five or twenty-six years old suddenly stepped forward, clasped his fists and shouted loudly.

"Junior Brother Fan?"

"Junior Brother Fan, what do you...what do you want to do?"

"Come back soon, Junior Brother Fan!"

"You are not the opponent of that person!"

The people who fought in the palace were anxious and shouted.

However... Su Moyun nodded directly.

"Fan Feng, since you want to replace your Senior Brother Wen! Then let me allow you as a teacher! You can get on!"

Countless disciples were stunned.

Fan Feng's face was firm and he strided towards the old man.

"No!!"

Wen Shi shouted shrillly, grabbed Fan Feng, and shouted: "Junior Brother Fan! You can't go! I'll go! Let me go!"

At this moment, Wen Shi was no longer afraid.

"Senior Brother! You are the elders of all senior brothers and sisters. Although your strength is not as good as Senior Brother Wuji, you treat us like family, the rules of the battle palace are strict, and the tasks assigned daily are extremely heavy. You are the encouragement and helping you, and they cannot do without you. I, Fan Feng, started early, have a small person and are light in words, and have mediocre strength. All I can do is this. Let me leave this battle! Senior Brother, I can only do this for you."

Fan Feng growled, pushed Wen Shi away, and rushed towards the old man.

"Fan Feng!"

Wen Shi's eyes were blood-red and he roared shrillly, and he was about to chase him immediately.

But it's too late.

Fan Feng didn't say hello, and wanted to attack the old man directly.

Frontal attack?

This is undoubtedly suicide!

Even if Wu Ji is here, he may not be able to survive!

Many people screamed.

Many people in the Battle of the Palace even turned their heads and closed their eyes, unable to bear to watch the next scene.

However, at this critical moment, a figure suddenly stood in front of Fan Feng and forced him to stop him.
Chapter completed!