The old guy was already irritated and said coldly: "Today, the owner of the island is going to take this kid away. What can you do to me?" But he was ready to use his strength. For a moment, his mighty power, like a surging spring, rushed out of this guy.

The moment before, it still looked ordinary, but it was soon fierce and turned out like a huge wave.

"Does go!"

The old man Feng roared angrily, and a palm hidden in his sleeve suddenly appeared.

The five-fingered slab, like an iron-painted silver hook, fell from the air, and rushed towards Yun Xiaoxuan.

The aura that suddenly burst out was the cultivation aura that only powerful people in the realm of transformation can have.

The atmosphere at the entire scene was indescribably solemn.

Some disciples from Xiankong Island shouted: "The island master is mighty!"

"Hmph, our island master is a peerless strong man in the realm of superb realm. What is a mere leader of the Black Dragon Gang? He doesn't deserve to carry his shoes to the island master!"

"Today, this guy Xiao Xuan, we are going to settle for the Killing Island!"

"hey-hey!"

The disciples of the Black Dragon Gang on the other side glared at each other: "Are you shameless?"

"I'm just arresting people without evidence. Is this a martial arts celebrity? Bah, it's disgusting!"

"Our gang leader is not easy to meet!"

At the same time, the coldness in Fang Qingyue's eyes churned: "You are really bullying me, no one from the Black Dragon Gang! Since you are so aggressive, don't blame me!" As he spoke, a cold aura had already exploded from his body.

The surging aura washed out like a dragon.

It was stuck before the power of the Feng Lao Ghost critical strike.

The old ghost Feng smiled grimly.

This attack seemed to be aimed at Yun Xiaoxuan, but in fact he was heading towards Fang Qingyue. If he wanted to take Yun Xiaoxuan, he had to pass the barrier that he had to pass was the leader of the Black Dragon Gang. Feng Laogui also intended to show off his breeze and let Fang Qingyue taste his methods.

Only in this way can Feng Laogui rely on his own power to suppress the Black Dragon Gang without saying anything.

"Fang Qingyue, when the island master was rampant in the world, you were just a little Taoist priest who had just entered the mist. Why should you fight with me? What energy do you have to fight with me?"

"Get out of here!"

The old wind ghost grew wildly.

It seemed as if he had suppressed Fang Qingyue, and the smile on his face was indescribable.

Just as he was waiting for the expected thing to happen, the strange palm power that emerged from Fang Qingyue was like a violent and furious dragon, turning into the air, and it was as fast as lightning to entangle the power that Feng Laogui crushed over!

Slap sex!

The dull burst sound was banging.

Caught out of control.

The old man Feng thought he could suppress the power that crushed Fang Qingyue, like a collapsed water bag, and with a puff. The power hidden in it broke out on the spot, and the sky was swept through the sky with uncontrollable cold breath. Under the cold breath, a strange wind blew up on the ground, and the dust blew up.

The people around the side were tilted and pushed away uncontrollably.

All the disciples on Xiankong Island changed their faces in horror, staring at the tumbling smoke and dust in disbelief, covering the two of them like a layer of fog.

The same is true for the disciples of the Black Dragon Gang.

No one spoke at the entire scene.

He stared blankly at the surging fog and the dull roar of his palms coming from the fog!

One hand-to-hand side!

It's not just the fog that rolls smoke and dust shaking violently.

Even this small yard hidden in the mountains and forests is still shaking the walls and roofs.

The fierce breath rhythm echoes in everyone's heart.

After a while!

The rising fog suddenly dispersed.

The two tangled bodies like dragons suddenly separated.

The old ghost Feng's face turned even more ugly and fell back to the group of disciples on Xiankong Island.

Fang Qingyue returned to her original seat with a spring breeze on her face, as if she had not moved for a long time.

Yun Xiaoxuan's eyes moved slightly and thought to himself: "This small battle was won by Master. Of course, as the senior master of Feng Laogui, even if the two sides fought for a draw, he would undoubtedly lose the battle."

At this moment, Fang Qingyue bowed and said, "The Master of Feng Island is truly worthy of being one of the seven saints. His cultivation is really great. Fang is willing to give up the disadvantage and admire him."

Yun Xiaoxuan's heart moved slightly: "This is saving face for the old ghost Feng!"

Sure enough, after Fang Qingyue's words came out, Feng Laogui's cold and ugly face disappeared completely. Although it was still so annoying, it at least relieved a lot. He also followed the steps and put down his face, gently brushed his sleeves, and said in a deep voice: "You are not bad either. If you re-arrange the five saints and seven saints, you will have a seat!" Speaking of this, the old guy's facial muscles couldn't help but jump, as if he had thought of something unbearable, and said a little sourly, "The old bull's nose is really a blessing. The disciples he taught are better than the other. On the contrary, I am a group of incompetent things!"

The old ghost Feng glanced at Gao Xiang again.

Gao Xiang lowered her head in shame.

It is normal for Old Gui Feng to have such feelings.

After all, Yanxia Zhenren’s disciples have all risen to the same level as him, while his disciples have fewer than the level of returning to the truth.

Without comparison, there is no harm.

The first time Feng Laogui gave birth to the feeling of arrogance that no one succeeded him.

Fang Qingyue said humbly: "Master Feng Dao is joking. Fang's strength is not worth mentioning in front of you." At this point, the topic changed, "Can Master Feng Dao give me another chance to speak?"

Feng Laogui's deep eyes still fell on Yun Xiaoxuan, and he said in a deep voice: "If you ask me not to take him away, you have to give me a reasonable and appropriate explanation, otherwise you will not be able to keep him."

Fang Qingyue left him a face.

Of course, the old man Feng should also give the other party a proper face.

At this moment, Fang Qingyue pushed Tang Ming behind him out and said, "Young Master Tang, you can say it."

Tang Ming walked out and said in a deep voice: "Senior Feng, Ling Sun, and the two disciples of Xiankong Island are indeed not killed by Xiao Xuan."

Feng Laogui's eyelids twitched and said, "Is there any evidence?"

Tang Ming nodded and said, "At that time, there were not only this Dragon King's disciple, but also two witnesses, one was my sister Tang Youyou, and the other was my cousin, the granddaughter of the Medical Saint Palace Woodcutter, Gong Qingqing, who is known as the Little Medical Immortal!" While speaking, he took out another letter from his arms, "The letter was their testimony, and the one who testified that the person who killed people on the same day was Yin Tianting, the notorious nine-fingered poisonous beggar in the world! Above the testimony, my father and the signing of the Medicine King Valley!"
Chapter completed!