Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

"This is a whiplash? Your brother, it is so strong..." Bi Qing followed Ye Shaoyang, and the means of seeing the wind was also very shocking. Even if he was himself, he could not be good under the wind. This guy, with his brother and brother, should be a character on one level.

"go!"

Ye Shaoyang did not dare to stop, and his eyes locked in the yellow disciple who was still running. He displayed the Maoshan volley and chased him up and entered the valley between the two mountains.

Looking back, wait for more people to come down from the highest mountain (should be the main peak of Xuanyuan Mountain), and the road rushes.

Yang Gongyao dealt with the previous disciples, passing by him, and also rushing to Ye Shaoyang under the guise of the wind, leaving only one wind, proudly facing more and more Xuanyuanshan disciples, portable God whip, no fear at all.

"Small leaves, you learn to see how the Fengshen is forced to push!" The pony spit out his tongue.

A group of people followed the disciple of Huang Yi and drilled into the valley, winding around. Ye Shaoyang was very tightly chased, and finally lost his goal. Fortunately, there was only one road in the valley. He went on, and at the end, there was a hillside in front. He could see the figure of the yellow disciple flashing from above. Xie Yuqing followed Ye Shaoyang and grabbed him and shouted: "Why are we coming along, no one is stopping, according to my decades of experience, this is not scientific."

"How many decades?" Ye Shaoyang was shocked.

"My experience has been shared with me, not decades."

"Maybe we are running too fast."

"It makes sense, and what is here, it is Xuanyuan Mountain. It is impossible for someone to come here. So it is normal for them to be unprepared."

Everyone chatted as they flew up the hillside and looked down, and suddenly they were shocked.

On the back of the hillside, in the middle of several mountains, there is a depression, which is about the size of several football fields. There are seven ponds in the middle, each showing a different color. It looks like a kind of jigsaw puzzle that children play. Like this colorful pond, it is not uncommon in the human world. Huanglonggou is the representative. However, on the top of these seven ponds, the "steam" of various colors is rising and condensing in the middle position. A huge colorful aperture looks very exaggerated.

This kind of picture that can only be seen in the science fiction diànying is really in front of everyone. Everyone is shocked and looks at it. Under the circle of the circle, there is a perfectly round pool and the side. The difference between several pools is that the pool is completely colorless, only the middle position has a floating light, and then like a funnel shape, accessing the light ball above, it looks like a still motion. tornado.

"Don't look for it, these eight achievements are Leichi." Yang Gong said.

Everyone came back to God and looked down. There were some monks standing near the thunder pool and on the side of the seven small pools. The disciple of Huang Yi, who came over to report, stood in front of these monks, pointing in this direction and talking about something.

These monks, there are dozens of people, all ages, most of them wearing orange huáng color, only one old monk wearing a red, should be their head, holding a handle higher than his head The Zen stick, the Zen stick on the bead ring, the Lingguang vent, at first glance is not a common implement.

All the eyebrows of the monks are white, very long, looking kind and eye-catching, with a large exaggerated rosary hanging around their necks. From afar, Ye Shaoyang thinks of Shaying and Lu Zhishen...

When Ye Shaoyang and his entourage looked at the past, these monks also found them under the guidance of the Huang Yi Taoist, one by one.

"These are Pangu?" Four treasures murmured, "The monks are monks, why bring the two words of Pangu?"

Ye Shaoyang has also been unable to understand the problem, and replied casually: "Pang Gu, the bully character, called this is very bullish."

Four treasures and others have a black line.

"Hey, white eyebrows, you see no, these monks are also white, are you a family that has been long lost?" Four treasures teasing Wu Jiawei.

Wu Jiawei glanced at him. "You are just the same as them, it is your talent."

The two ridiculed, and they were not idle at the foot. They ran down the hillside behind Ye Shaoyang and went to the front of the "Lei Pool". From such a close distance, the "storm" composed of the spiritual power above the Lei Pond looked even more. Terrible.

"Who is waiting for someone, if so?" The old monk headed by the eyebrows, and said coldly.

"Master, I don't have time to talk to you. I have a servant. I need to use your thunder pool to revive. I hope you agree. If you don't agree, we will come hard. You see?"

The old monk listened to Ye Shaoyang’s words and was paralyzed on the spot.

"The old guarded this thunder pool for many years... It was the first time I heard that there are outsiders who are coming here to cross the thunder, how do you think about this idea?"

"You don't care about this." Ye Shaoyang touched his nose. "Don't you?"

"There is no reason for this. This mine pool is the place where my Xuanyuan Mountain was born and robbed. How can it be used by outsiders? How dare you..."

"Good, I know." Ye Shaoyang kept waving his hand and turned back to make an action for everyone: "Go on."

Pony and other people have already prepared for it, and Ye Shaoyang gave an order and everyone rushed over.

When these monks were not prepared, they were dispersed by Ye Shaoyang, and they fell into one-on-one fighting. They couldn't understand at all. Ye Shaoyang was still negotiating with the old monk a moment ago. According to this rhythm, it shouldn't be so quick to do so. Where do they know that Ye Shaoyang never played the game.

The real most terrible place for him is here.

Lin Sansheng is an expert in strategy, but in the ever-changing actual battle, Ye Shaoyang is the most deceitful one. With this hand, I don’t know how many times to win and win. Just take the eyes and say if the two sides open their fights. These monks will certainly not be single-handed with them one by one, but will arrange them in advance, blocking them out, when the chasing troops will arrive, and before and after the attack, Ye Shaoyang will be in trouble.

Negotiate to delay the time, and then when the other party feels that it is impossible to do it, swarm up and completely disrupt their positions... Ye Shaoyang rushes to the old monk, and the seven-star Longquan sword fights with the Zen stick in his hand, suddenly feels It is under tremendous pressure. This old monk, I am afraid that it is not worse than myself!