Seeing this, Hua Yunfei shook his head slightly. He was alone at the sky, his clothes fluttering, as if he was as vague as a fairy.

When people look up at the sky, they will see such a scene, a blue figure in the water, and a huge bright moon, shining brightly.

People under the moon are independent!

Everyone has to admit in their hearts that this gentle man, like the white-clothed God King, has a nearly immortal temperament.

Below the figure, endless chaotic light soared into the sky, breaking the tranquil picture.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed in surprise.

"Where are so many stars?"

People stared at the sky with wide eyes, very surprised.

Tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the stars in the sky are not visible, but the bright moon hangs high in the sky.

But now, the entire sky above the Divine City is covered with stars.

The night is like water, the stars are endless, and a large area of ​​stars appear, surrounding the clouds. He stands in it, flowing and out of the dust.

"Yes, he is the grandson of the contemporary peak master of Taixuan Xing Peak, and he has the unparalleled inheritance of Xing Peak."

Someone told a fact.

"This person really has the temperament of an exiled immortal."

Everyone was amazed in their hearts that the stars in the sky emitted endless starry light, setting off the clouds, like a son of a star.

At this time, the chaotic light surged, like an erupting magma, like a broken bamboo, crushing the void all the way.

Large chaotic haze obscured the stars and moonlight, causing the city to fall into darkness.

"Son Wanchu had no intention of temptation at all, and directly used all his strength."

“So strong!”

The monks in the Taoist Palace were terrified that if they met the Holy Son of Wanchu, they would definitely not be able to survive.

All the saints and saints all looked up at the sky, comparing themselves with the saints and saints in their hearts.

However, just as everyone was shocked by the terrifying combat power of the Holy Son of Wanchu, a huge hissing sound came.

This sound is like a hot soldering iron falling into the ice and snow.

Under everyone's gaze, a big hand made of stars destroyed the chaotic haze all the way, descended from the sky, and pressed the arrogant Holy Son of Wanchu into the ground with one palm.

"boom!"

The smoke and dust were flying, the earth was cracked, and the Holy Son of Wanchu disappeared from people's sight, without a trace.

The monks stared blankly at the huge palm print on the ground. They knew that the Holy Son of Wanchu was lying inside.

The chaotic smog in the sky also dispersed, and people once again saw Hua Yunfei's figure.

He is still out of the world, wearing a blue suit, not stained with dust, and looks like he has no force at all.

The saints changed color, and the victory and defeat between them and the saints of Wanchu was only five or five, but the saints of Wanchu were suppressed by Hua Yunfei...

"This...the powerful Holy Son of Wanchu is gone?"

"He is not dead, but he has lost consciousness and is unconscious."

"Hua Yunfei should have thought about the kindness of the God King and did not hurt his life."

The monks were shocked and immediately extinguished the idea of ​​making a name for themselves. What a joke? A powerful saint son was killed in one blow. Isn’t they still turning into ashes when they go up?

At this moment, it was the turn of the Holy Sons and Saints who were embarrassed. They were filled with righteous indignation just now and wanted to compete with Hua Yunfei. However, after seeing the tragic situation of the Holy Son of Wanchu, most of them retreated.

Some saints even developed despair and depression because the saints of Wanchu were defeated too thoroughly and had no power to fight back.

"Don't be upset. He is now leading the two of you. It's not that you are no match for him, but that there is a gap in cultivation."

The elders in the holy land stood up and spoke out to comfort the holy sons, fearing that they would lose their enterprising spirit.

"So that's it. I'll have a fight with him, but not now."

The Holy Son immediately shouted loudly, wanting to prove that he was not afraid of Hua Yunfei.

Among them, the Holy Son of Dayan shouted the loudest, for fear that others would not hear it.

He was almost scared just now. Even the Holy Son of Wanchu who he dared not say could defeat was beaten. Wouldn't he be even more miserable when he went up? You know, he had a big conflict with Hua Yunfei.

"Huh? Isn't that Xiang Yifei, the first young generation in Donghuang? He once said that he would suppress Hua Yunfei with one hand. Today is destined to be his night of fame."

Suddenly, someone shouted loudly.

When Xiang Yifei heard this, he almost cursed. Which dog was inciting the rhythm?

"Yes! Xiang Yifei, the first young generation in the East Wilderness, once said that Hua Yunfei, who could be suppressed by one hand, could not raise his head."

"That's right, now, among the younger generation, only Xiang Yifei can defeat Hua Yunfei."

"Xiang Yifei!"

"Xiang Yifei!"

"item……"

...

The crowd became restless and everyone was calling Xiang Yifei's name.

Suddenly, his name was terrifying to the Divine City, and everyone was talking to the people next to him, saying that he could suppress Hua Yunfei with one hand.

The powerful people hidden in the void remained silent, but they all murmured a few moments of silence for Xiang Yifei in their hearts.

The powerful people of the Dayan Holy Land are so angry that they feel pain. If Xiang Yifei doesn't come to the day today, their reputation in the Dayan Holy Land will be bad and they will be called cowardly.

Although you will be killed instantly after getting on, you can at least say that you lose in the realm.

"A bastard! If you do something stupid by yourself, you must keep the reputation of the holy land. Why don't you get up quickly?"

The powerful man from the Holy Land of Dayan was so sorry that he could not make a strong sense of steel. He secretly sent a message to Xiang Yifei and asked him to go on it quickly.

At this time, Xiang Yifei felt a sense of coldness in his heart. He looked up at the sky, and was speechless.

"Look! He was looking up at the sky, and a lonely and desolate temperament arose naturally. He was a peerless master at first glance."

"Yes, I can already imagine the scene where he made a quick move and pushed Hua Yunfei into the ground."

The holy sons and saints in other holy places all looked sympathetic.

I'll pay it back sooner or later!

Who told him to be so arrogant at the time, suppressing Hua Yunfei one by one, now he finally has retribution.

Xiang Yifei looked sad, and listening to the people around him praising him all over the sky, he felt even more sad.

"ah!"

He whistled to the sky and his voice shocked the city of God.

"I am worthy of being the number one master of the younger generation. This long roar made the rocks penetrate the sky and the waves hit the shore."

Xiang Yifei was exhausted, but when he heard this, his whole body and blood flowed backwards. When his throat became sweet, he coughed up bright red blood.

He was actually vomiting blood in anger.

"The first person actually vomited blood..."

"I vomit blood before I even started the fight, which is not a good sign."

...

Xiang Yifei no longer hesitated. If he stayed here again, he would be angry to death.

"Ah! Hua Yunfei!"

He kicked suddenly and slashed a large area of ​​land.

People only felt the earth tremble, and their necks turned into a stream of light and soared into the sky.

In his hand, divine power surged, and a dazzling light suddenly appeared, turning into a holy sword, piercing through the sky, and killing towards Hua Yunfei.

"He appeared, the unique skill of the Dayan Holy Land, the Dayan Holy Sword!"

The low-level monk who looked up could not help but close his eyes, because the Great Yan Holy Sword was so dazzling that it illuminated the entire night sky, brighter than the stars in the sky.

However, no matter how bright the light is, it is only a moment before Hua Yunfei.

"puff!"

Another big hand pressed down and slapped the bright and dazzling light from the sky to the ground, as if he was casually extinguishing a match, which was very relaxed and comfortable.

"boom!"

A loud bang was like a sledgehammer in everyone's heart.

Xiang Yifei, known as the number one young generation in the East Wilderness, was still lying next to the Saint Son of Wanchu after one hand.

People stared blankly at the two huge palm prints, and were terrified.

"Is Xiang Yifei not okay?"

"What is the first person in the younger generation of the East Wilderness? It's too fake."

Now, all the Holy Sons dared not move. They were completely embarrassed and did not dare to speak nonsense anymore. Xiang Yifei was the lesson of the past.

In the distance, a figure filled with a rebellious aura was unable to help but step forward, but a big hand held him down.

"Now, you're not his opponent."
To be continued...