Twin martial souls, full level charm, enchantress please respect yourself

Facing Yang Xiruo's gentle and sickly beautiful eyes, Yang Jinghong felt guilty for a while.

What a fool I am, why did I accidentally sell it to my brother-in-law?

He was not afraid of heaven or earth, but this sister seemed to be born with blood to suppress her, and for a moment he didn't know how to speak.

"Boom!!"

The sky in the northeast was suddenly torn apart, and the sound of clattering chains resounded throughout the world. Everyone was startled and turned to look, their pupils shrinking.

Black and golden chains flew out from the broken space like real dragons flying, or like a group of demons dancing wildly, with three figures sitting on top of them.

"The sky is trapped and the earth is locked!"

Yang Jinghong was stunned, as if all his attention was attracted by the sturdy and domineering chains: "The top two controlling sects in the world, Qi Tian Sect, is here?"

The skinny old man with dark eyebrows and dark skin sat in the middle of the chain. He was the leader of the Qi Tian Sect. He closed his eyes tightly and never looked at any living beings when he arrived at the scene.

Behind him, two black-skinned middle-aged men stood facing the wind.

One has a blue-black nose ring on his nose, and the other is covered in iron chains and shackles. He is like a prisoner, with an aura as deep as a prison and a rich background.

Feng Jiantang introduced Luo Fanchen in a low voice: "Xiaozu, those two are the two biological sons of the prison sect master. The one wearing the nose ring is Yu Wen Chou, and the one wearing the shackles is Yu Wudi."

"None of the top ten of the Prisoner's Heaven Sect made it to the World Championship, which aroused the suspicion of the world. This time, they brought two sons with them to kill with great momentum. It is obvious that they want to avenge their previous shame and prove the strength of the Prisoner's Heaven Sect!"

Luo Fanchen said in surprise: "These two are also at the peak of the eighth level?"

Feng Jiantang looked at Xiao Zu's strange eyes and immediately understood what he was about to say, "Do you want to ask why all the powerful commanders from other families are at the peak of the eighth level, but I am only eighty?" Level seven?"

"Cough cough."

Luo Fanchen was embarrassed to say it, after all, it was too heartbreaking.

But he saw Feng Jiantang holding his head high. Not only did he not feel inferior, but he became proud: "Xiaozu, please don't underestimate me, Feng and Huang."

"My Feng family and Huang family are not only not weaker than other forces in my generation, they are even far ahead. As a result, they are already too strong to compete."

Luo Fanchen raised his eyebrows upon hearing this: "Are there any masters?"

Feng Jiantang's eyebrows danced with joy: "Her Majesty the Divine Phoenix Empress is the most powerful person of my generation. If the restriction is my age instead of the eighth level of cultivation, all these people together will not be enough for Her Majesty the Empress alone." Cut."

Luo Fanchen suddenly realized,

It seems that the Feng and Huang families are not only not weak, but also stronger than they imagined.

It is understandable why Feng Jiantang, who participated in the competition, seemed to be the weakest.

It's like when he reaches this age, he won't be able to participate in the battle of the eighth level. It seems that the Divine Phoenix Empress, whom he has never met before, is also a powerful monster, which makes him a little curious.

and many more!

If according to the seniority of the old cripple, would the empress also call herself Xiaozu?

Before Qi Tianzong had finished his "entry", darkness swept across the sky, causing another commotion. However, he was not afraid, but instead was filled with curiosity.

The scorching sun at noon has dimmed, and under the dark sky,

Three figures appeared,

The Lord of the Dark Palace, whose appearance was hidden in a cloak, appeared, followed by a pink-haired Berry Berry wearing a reincarnation mask, and a terrifying figure like a death knight wearing thick dark armor. Under the helmet and visor, there were two The black and red light shone out, and everyone who witnessed it felt cold.

Feng Jiantang murmured: "This is the legendary Son of Death who was devoured by hundreds of ghosts on the day he was born, gnawed on his umbilical cord and was picked up by the master of the temple. Will ghosts destroy life?"

Luo Fanchen said softly,

The armor of Demon Slayer seemed to be an artifact. His spiritual pupils could not see through it at all. All his sight was outside. He could only feel a very uncomfortable breath of death, as if everything was about to wither. .

The descendants of this dark temple are indeed evil enough.

But what concerned him the most was the pink furberry, which seemed to glance at him.

"What's wrong, junior sister?"

Demon Slayer noticed that his junior sister looked in one direction immediately after arriving.

He looked in the direction and saw that they were just a few rookies from the Feng family, not worthy of attention. He was very surprised.

"It's nothing."

Berry shook her head and replied plainly: "There was a familiar feeling he gave me. I thought he was back, but it wasn't. It was probably just an illusion."

Her voice became quieter and quieter until she was silent.

Demon Slayer shook his head: "Junior sister, people can't be resurrected after death. Please accept your condolences. You can't live in the past forever."

"Let's see how senior brother can help you get back the lost number one this time."

Berry didn't reply to him immediately. She looked towards the northwest Blood Demon camp with a gloomy look: "It should be the Blood Demon Cult who should be mourning."

"Shhhhh!!"

Light covers the earth, competing with the light of darkness.

The two elders, Fat and Thin Tutuo, who reward good and punish evil, appeared with two heroic middle-aged figures.

One of them was wearing a purple-gold thunder-patterned angel armor. He was the Scourge Knight who was already famous on the battlefield and the first extraordinary person in the Temple of Light, Lei Zhenyu.

The halberd flew across the sky, and along with the Temple of Light appeared, there was also a huge Eight Desolation Halberd that could tear the heaven and earth apart. The purple-haired old man and Doudou appeared out of the sky.

The old man was as cool as ever. As soon as he appeared, he sat in front of the halberd and picked his feet. However, Luo Fanchen still discovered that the old man was blind in one eye, and his right eye was empty, leaving only a claw mark and a black hole.

The old man was followed by two people, a purple-haired lolita. After coming over, her eyes were searching for something. Her hair color was even cooler, with a colorful comb hair. She was the first person under the extraordinary status of the Bahuang Sect, Zhan Bahuang.

"Zhan Yingying, your damn mother is not dead!"

Young Master Yang avoided his sister's questioning.

The moment he saw the purple-haired lolita, he bared his teeth and cursed in the air.

The moment the purple-haired lolita's eyes searched for Yang Jinghong, her eyes lit up, but she quickly straightened her face, pursing her lips and scolded back: "You golden-haired turtle grandson, you hope that I will die soon, right?"

Yang Jinghong said disgustedly: "With your small body like a bean sprout, you are not ready to participate in the competition."

"Bean sprouts? I will take out the spurge and stab you to death!"

Zhan Yingying smiled and said: "I don't need to take action in the martial arts competition. My incompetent brother Zhan Bahuang will take action on his own, which is enough to suppress Eternity and make you wet your pants!"

The middle-aged man with the colorful cockscomb raised his eyebrows, held a wicker stick in his mouth, spat it out, and said to Yang Jinghong: "Xiao Zhaoshan, I admire you very much, do you want to consider becoming my pawn?"

As soon as Zhan Bahuang opened his mouth, everyone in the audience, whether extraordinary or powerful, was shocked.

Good guy, what are you doing?

Faced with Zhan Bahuang's solicitation, Yang Jinghong bared his teeth and showed a kind smile, and raised his middle finger lightly: "What kind of thing do you want to take your Grandpa Yang as your little brother?"

"If you don't take a pee and look in the mirror, how can you compare with my brother Luo?"