"Senior brother, are we really going out?" asked a Tiansheng...

"Of course, can the cultivators of the eighteen sects still not be able to see us when they come here? Besides, the eighteen palms that we each practice have been refined and hidden, it is useless. It is time to drive them out of Jiran City." The silencer said in a deep voice, and he followed Zhang Zhifeng and flew out. The other nine people immediately followed.

**Yun and Mr. Tan looked at each other and said that they had the lowest cultivation level.

"Be careful!" The two of them said at the same time and smiled. They all flew out like bright and sharp arrows.

...

"The God and Demon Reversal Decision!"

Ben Xiaoji roared, spread his arms and kicked, and knocked out a ball of leaves with rolling black gas and blasted towards the group of people flying in the air.

"Hiss!"

The sound of a qi sounded the black cloud-like leaves were torn apart by extremely sharp sword shadows and sword lights.

The black cloud exploded and suddenly flashed with dazzling golden light. Zhang Zhifeng and others couldn't help but squint their eyes.

A figure suddenly appeared in the golden light...

"I can't deal with it if it doesn't work!"

Bon Xiaoji's face changed and flew back. A rolling shirt was sticking and bounced in the air. It seemed to be a powerful ball and pulled it back.

However, in the eyes of Zhang Zhifeng, Ku Xiu Tiansheng and ** Yun Tan Lao, the figure in the golden light was faster. The figure waved his hand and flew out from the thorn. A golden light hit him in an instant and reached the top of Bon Xiaoji's head!

"Not good!" Everyone's faces changed drastically. Bon Xiaoji himself was even more shocked.

The incident happened between lightning and fire was so fast that even the ten saints of the Han Cultivation could not be saved.

"clang!"

A huge sound of gold and iron clashing came out.

But he saw a pair of fists with red flames rising from above Bon Xiaoji's head, blocking the head-on Zen staff.

"The big bald man has no demeanor at all, and you attack anyone?"

The lazy voice came out. Then he saw Zhang Zhifeng's body swaying and shaking straight through the air and suddenly appeared above Bon Xiaoji. The two fists trembled suddenly. Then he lowered a little and blocked Bon Xiaoji's body and merged with Zhang Zhifeng who appeared in the same place.

"Wu?"

Ben Xiaoji rolled his throat and realized that this move was so powerful.

"It's not flashy but ineffective, this is a real peerless combat skill!" The saints of the Ascetic Cultivation exchanged their eyes.

Suddenly, the bald Tiansheng was attacking. He was staring at Zhang Zhifeng with his golden Zen Staff.

"It's you? Did you break through to the realm of Heavenly Saint? Gagagagagagaga."

call!

He swayed a Zen stick: "I now invite you to join our countless temple treasures in Minglun Temple, and let you choose the wonderful things that have been passed down for thousands of years. How about you practice it? Let's go with me and we will be the best in the world!"

Zhang Zhifeng smiled and watched him slowly open his mouth and bit his index finger, which was clenched into a fist, grinning: "Is it that good?"

"Of course and it will only be better! In the future, the whole 6 will be ours. Think about how many things will be there? Do you want anything in this world? Anything that can be owned and not available can be made by people." The bald Tiansheng said loudly.

"Isn't it possible that only the blue-headed monster threatening us to kill him together?"

Zhang Zhifeng suddenly took out his hand and had a tooth mark on his index finger.

"Hehehehehahahahahaha..." Zhang Zhifeng suddenly burst into laughter.

The bald Tiansheng stared at Zhang Zhifeng and his eyes were shining with golden light, and suddenly he raised his head and laughed wildly.

"Zhang Zhifeng..." **Yun's face darkened and he was about to rush upwards.

"Hey..." Old Tan reached out to block **yun and said, "Look, let's talk about it."

“Hahaha…uh.”

Suddenly the laughter came to an abrupt end.

But only Zhang Zhifeng suddenly restrained his laughter and his murderous aura was squinting his eyes and staring at the bald Tiansheng.

The bald Tiansheng also lowered his face: "Why..."

clang!

A loud bang came from the bald Shengtianshu and then a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

But he saw him erecting a Zen Staff, and in the middle of the Zen Staff, there was a deep depression. The strong Zen Staff material was scattered around the splattering shape.

The bald Tiansheng retreated so quickly that he even knocked away two cultivators from the eighteen sects.

Zhang Zhifeng, who was far away, was stretching his arms out straight at the tip of his arm. The golden light on the index finger spread out in a slow manner, forming golden arcs of light that enveloped Zhang Zhifeng in it.

"What a pity that you hide so quickly." Zhang Zhifeng said in a faint tone as if he was talking to a friend like Ben Xiaoji.

The bald Tiansheng smiled and looked at the Zen Staff that was almost broken by a blow. The fear flashed across the eyes of the Zen Staff, and he looked at Zhang Zhifeng with a smile and said, "You are hiding too slowly."

"ah?"

The cultivators all looked at Zhang Zhifeng.

But Zhang Zhifeng looked calm and pulled open his clothes on his shoulders, revealing half of the black bone-transparent steel nails.

Snap!

Zhang Zhifeng stretched out his hand and flicked the steel nail and immediately jumped out and fell into the palm of his hand.

"It's a pretty vicious thing." Zhang Zhifeng nodded.

He reached out and gently clamped his hand and slowly pulled out an identical steel nail from the ** port.

Then, Zhang Zhifeng pulled out the steel nails one by one on his waist, legs, elbows... and even in his ears.

Everyone was surprised that the bald Tiansheng made so many hidden weapons. This technique was incredible. Even the Tiansheng masters of the Eighteen Ancient Sects and the Tiansheng masters of Jiran City did not see it.

The cultivators from the eighteen sects couldn't help but feel a little more alert when they looked at the bald Tiansheng.

"You still dare to pull it out?" Bald Tiansheng suddenly said, "Thirty-six large bone-transmitting spurs, seventy-two small spurs, and more than three hundred small needles of cow hair, hehe, if you pull out the last large bone-transmitting spur, you will know how miserable you will die."

"Is that true?" Zhang Zhifeng withdrew his hand that reached into his ear and asked helplessly: "What should I do?"

"Hehehe, it's very simple to join me Minglun Temple! You can figure it out that you are just a newly broken Tiansheng, and you are still far from my realm! Do you want to reach a higher realm? The path of a cultivator is endless with me. You will definitely be glad for today's decision in the future."

Zhang Zhifeng smiled: "Is that true?"

He slowly reached out his hand and pulled it gently in his ear.

Snap.

The last large bone-transmissive steel nail came out.

Everyone changed color this time.

"Maybe you must have heard of Body Refining!"

Zhang Zhifeng suddenly tore his clothes and his skills shocked him from afar.

As he clenched his fists, his muscles suddenly swelled up and rose high.

"Ah!" Zhang Zhifeng whistled to the sky.

A kind of shiny sweat suddenly appeared in the big and small positions of his body. He looked at it carefully and saw that it was melting drops of molten iron.

"Ah?" The bald Tiansheng screamed and looked at Zhang Zhifeng with even more surprised.

"Get me some clothes." Zhang Zhifeng said to Ben Xiaoji behind him.

Ben Xiaoji immediately took out a piece of cloth from the storage space.

Zhang Zhifeng put on his shirt and blocked his belt's electric mesh and swept across a group of cultivators from the eighteen major sects.

He suddenly was stunned and asked slowly, "Where is Yingyuetian Shengyingyue Sect?"

"Okay!" Zhang Zhifeng suddenly shouted loudly without waiting for someone to answer, "It just so happened that Yingyue Sect has not come, so I don't have to stop you, the seventeen sects."

"Don't think that becoming a Tiansheng will be invincible in the world. Every Tiansheng here has a higher cultivation level than you and it's not your turn to be arrogant." A Tiansheng master from Wangjiang Tower flew out, "I'm not so angry that I want to deal with us with all my strength? Let me meet you."

On this day, the five fingers of the Heavenly Holy stretched out his fingertips and shook his fingers several fingers, which brought up a series of strip-shaped clouds flying all over the sky, and instantly appeared in the sky with wonderful pen-like words.

"Wangjiang Tower is blue and white..."

boom!

"Breaking the Sun Fist!"

With Zhang Zhifeng's roar, the graceful Wangjiang Lou Tiansheng burst into a long and thunder-like sound, which ran through three hundred times in succession.

He was seriously injured by Zhang Zhifeng's punch before his handwriting was even played.

"A good punch, three hundred hidden force." A cultivator with a long sword flew out and slapped his palms one after another.

Zhang Zhifeng glared at him: "Who are you?"

"I'm from Wangjiang Tower, too." The cultivator stared at Zhang Zhifeng. "I don't want the sect to be looked down upon, so I took action!"

"Oh?" Zhang Zhifeng sneered, "You can pretend to be justice, but why should I fight you?"

The man shook his head and suddenly pulled out the long sword behind him, pointing at Zhang Zhifeng: "You have a grudge against the Big Bald, but you don't have a grudge against our eighteen sects, right? I really want to know why you are hostile to all of us?"

"It's very simple, think about why you are here." Zhang Zhifeng raised his eyebrows.

The cultivator was silent for a moment: "Are those behind you cultivators from Jiran City? I believe there are more people hiding inside. How can you stop us alone?"

Without waiting for Zhang Zhifeng to answer, he said: "If you win in the battle with me, we Wangjiang Tower will completely withdraw from Jiran City!"

"good!"

Zhang Zhifeng replied loudly. He turned his head and squeezed at the ten heavenly sages with helplessness and amusement.
Chapter completed!