Gong Yun, a man and a woman, also sneered at Zhao Ji's words. As cultivators, they knew very well that in the way of controlling qi, it would be difficult to achieve the ability to surpass their masters at this age. This is completely impossible! Moreover, the two disciples of men and women do not believe in anyone's talents, and they completely surpass this male disciple. In the hearts of female disciples, her senior brother has been regarded as a god-like existence by their generation in the sect. Who can surpass it?

And in the hearts of the male disciple, he also believed that he was extremely talented and unparalleled.

Just as Gong Yun and his two disciples questioned Zhao Ji's words, a sudden scream rang out, and the water on the lake suddenly formed a huge wave, tumbling. Just when people didn't know why the water on the lake was so tumbling, the wave was cut through a huge gap. A young man, holding a purple divine sword, rushed from the gap.

Behind the young man, he was chasing a one-armed old man, and behind the old man was carrying a young man. Just looking at the youth behind the old man, you can tell that it was a dead person.

It was Zhang Xuan who fled and Yang Shou's tomb who was already in a state of madness.

Yang Shoumeng held a sword in his hand and waved it casually. Countless sword energy rushed straight to Zhang Xuan. The sword energy had condensed to a terrifying level, and the aura did not leak out at all. Except for Zhang Xuan, who was targeted by Yang Shoumeng, the rest of the people could not feel the power of the sword light at all.

Zhang Xuan's escaped figure headed straight to the direction where the two masters of god-making in the air fought.

"Who is this? He dares to break into the battle circle of two masters. Are you not afraid of death?"

The male disciple Gong Yun raised his head and said disdainfully.

"Speak of Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here."

Zhao Ji saw the figure in the sky, "This is the person I just told you."

"Just him?"

Both the young man and the woman showed disdain.

Gong Yun shook his head and said, "Old Zhao, judging from the power of the sword light emitted by that old man, this young man may not be much stronger than me, and he may be a little stronger than my disciple, but it is only a little."

Zhao Ji smiled and shook his head, not saying much.

The two powerful god-making masters in the air battle felt someone approaching, and stopped almost at the same time, shouting to Zhang Xuan: "Who is here? Leave quickly!"

Zhang Xuan had no time to explain to these two people. At this moment, Yang Shoumeng was already in a state of madness. After the pursuit of the night, Yang Shoumeng was in a violent state. He was burning his life now, and every attack was extremely violent. The result was that Yang Shoumeng was completely exhausted and lost his life. Of course, before this, Yang Shoumeng still had time to kill Zhang Xuan.

Looking at the two people blocking the road in front of him, Zhang Xuan suddenly waved his hand, "Get out!"

With Zhang Xuan's wave of his hand, the two powerful god-making powerhouses who fought were as if they were hit by an invisible heavy hammer and fell heavily from the air, then hit the ground, bringing up a burst of smoke and dust. A crack occurred on the ground where the two fell.

The people who were originally shocked by the power caused by the battle between these two God-Fun Realm powerhouses were completely stunned when they saw such a scene. Two such powerful God-Fun Realm powerhouses actually fell to the ground without any resistance with the other side. They were extremely embarrassed. If this was a battle of life and death, this young man could kill these two people in an instant in this moment! No one would think that the two God-Fun Realm powerhouses in the sky were acting, one represented the clan and the other represented the Loulan Quan family. These were all faces. Who would use his own face to cooperate with others in acting?

Gong Yun and his two disciples were completely stunned. They just said that Zhang Xuan's strength was ordinary, and he showed disdain in his words and hearts, but at this second, the facts told them that their disdain was just a good place to watch the sky.

"Who is this person!"

Gong Yun looked into the air and murmured, "How old is it? Why have you never heard of such a person?"

"I guess I'm only twenty-five or twenty-six years old."

Zhao Ji said, "It's normal that you haven't heard of it. His Qi training time is less than a year. He usually fights with the Ancestral Rebirth Alliance. Shenyin will fight these people, and he has not been involved in the power of the Qi Refiner in the Yanxia."

Gong Yun swallowed his saliva. He had this strength after less than a year of training. He was a genius, a genius! The female disciple was shocked and could not speak. She had naturally heard of the forces such as the Shenyin Association and the Ancestral Recovery Alliance. They were the forces that even the leader had to look up to, but this young man who was only a few years older than him had been fighting against these forces! The elder brother, who was originally a genius, was nothing better than him! The arrogance in the hearts of the male disciple completely disappeared at this moment, and even began to feel inferior.

Men in the city compare careers, while those in the Qi Refiner world compare strength. Compared with Zhang Xuan, he is like a person in his twenties who earns a million yuan a year. He thinks he is already at the top of his peers, but he finds that those who earn more than one billion yuan a year are much younger than him. This is a kind of loss, and even bigger and a blow.

Two powerful people in the God-Fun Realm were shot down, which instantly caused dissatisfaction among the two forces.

"Bold! Dare to hurt people from my clan!"

Among the clans, eight powerful god-written masters stood up on the spot.

"Who is coming?"

Among the Quan family, two powerful gods appeared, "I'm afraid the two fight on this Quan family's ancestral land is a bit unruly."

"Get out of here, the one who stops me will die!"

This time, the person who spoke was Yang Shou Tomb.

A total of ten powerful gods of poetry stood in front of Yang Shoumeng. Yang Shoumeng waved his sword with one hand, and sword lights surged in the sky.

Just now, these powerful god-making powerhouses had not felt the horror of the sword light, but now, as the target of this sword light, they felt a sense of powerlessness from this sword light.

Almost at the same time, ten powerful god-making masters used their own means to resist Yang Shoumeng's attack.

For the ten powerful god-making powerhouses present, except for super forces like the Shenyin Association Ancestral Recovery Alliance, they can almost beat any side. However, the joint attack of these ten powerful god-making powerhouses was actually slashed by Yang Shoumeng with a sword.

Yang Shou Tomb was particularly terrifying when he was in a rampage. Every move he made is almost at its peak.

Ten powerful gods of the God of Fu vomited blood and flew backwards, their faces pale.

Everyone below opened their mouths wide, shocked by Yang Shou Tomb's strength.

No wonder the young man who just now repelled two powerful gods and gods was chased. This old man is even more terrifying.

"Zhang Xuan, you kill me with an arm and kill my master. If you don't take this revenge, I, Yang Shou's tomb, will not be a human being!"

Yang Shou Tomb roared, and the shock of the people below became even deeper.

What! The broken arm of the one-armed old man actually came from the hands of this young man. How powerful is this young man!
Chapter completed!