Han Junting said: "The Death Palace itself is just a power that is not in the right place, and there is nothing scary about it. Even the Lord of the Death Palace has always only the strength of the Martial Master. However, there are several extremely powerful hidden figures above the Death Palace, who claim to be."
"Eight Elephants?"
Grandma Kuihua felt that the name was extremely strange, shook her head and said, "No matter what the eight elephants and eight bears are, we are not afraid of anything even in the two holy places."
Han Junting nodded slightly and responded: "The eight symbols have great strength, and their origins are extremely not simple. How many of them are famous masters who have long been famous, extremely vicious and wanted to be hunted down by the world. But if this is the case, we have nothing to be afraid of, but the eight symbols are the leader..."
Her body trembled slightly, and the ancient Jing Wubo's eyes suddenly rippled, and a trace of fear flashed across her face, and it turned slightly white.
Grandma Kuihua was shocked and said incredible: "Big shopkeeper, who is the leader of the Eight Elephants? How can you be afraid too?"
Han Junting pursed her lips, and after a while, Youlan vomited lightly, saying word by word: "Yeying---Ling Baiyi"
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Grandma Kuihua suddenly sniffed the air conditioner, her face turned pale, and she said in horror: "Emperor Yeying Martial Arts Ling Baiyi?"
In addition to being shocked, she also had extreme suspicion and could not believe it. But she also knew that what Han Junting said would definitely not be wrong, so she was extremely shocked and frightened.
"If the shopkeeper is really Ling Baiyi, then this sword..." Grandma Kuihua couldn't calm down any longer.
Han Junting looked at her in surprise, and smiled Youran: "Why, mother-in-law knows Ling Baiyi?"
Grandma Kuihua's face changed and she said, "How could my old man know him?"
Han Junting smiled and said, "Why are you so surprised? My mother-in-law just said that you don't have to be afraid of the two holy places in the world, so why should you be afraid of Ling Baiyi?"
"Hmph, just Ling Baiyi?"
Grandma Sunflower snorted heavily, a haze appeared on her face, and she said coldly: "I have never seen Ling Baiyi before, and I don't know how strong he is. But he ranks fourth on the Heaven and Earth Storm List, and Gu Feiyang, who ranked third, made the palace master put down the Ziwei Star Fighting Formation, which attracted thousands of stars to lose."
When she said this, her body couldn't help but tremble, her eyes were filled with fear and memorial, and her dull face suddenly turned pale. "So many years have passed, Ling Baiyi's strength must be even greater than before. If he really came, the old man would never allow the shopkeeper to play the magic sword again."
Han Junting smiled indifferently and said, "Mother-in-law, you're thinking too much. If Ling Baiyi is here, why should they hide? Just pick up the sword openly and leave. Who dares to stop him?"
Grandma Kuihua was stunned. She thought about it. Not to mention that Ling Baiyi dared to stop him, no one in her capacity could do such a thing, "The big shopkeeper means..."
Han Junting said: "According to my guess, the Baxiang's sword grabbing this time was indeed Ling Baiyi's meaning. In the ranking battle of that year, he was under Gu Feiyang, and he would definitely be interested in Gu Feiyang's relics. But with his status, how could he be able to take action? Then he sent his hands to grab the sword."
Grandma Kuihua said with a serious expression: "Even so, since Ling Baiyi is interested in this thing, the shopkeeper should consider stopping and avoid facing this person head-on."
Han Junting smiled and said, "My mother-in-law is too worried. She will not take action personally with the pride of being named Wu Emperor. Even if he pulls down his face and really robs me, she will never kill me."
Grandma Kuihua's face changed a few times and said, "It's better to be cautious."
Han Junting smiled and said, "As long as Ling Baiyi doesn't take action, I am very sure to get this sword. Let them hide first, let's sit and watch the dispute between Li Yunxiao and Qinchuan and Zhou Chu first."
Grandma Kuihua's face turned slightly and nodded, "I hope Li Yunxiao can save her life, otherwise Yimu will be transformed into spirits and will be very likely to be left behind."
Han Junting smiled and said nothing, as if she didn't care about foreign affairs anymore. She picked up a jade slip and read it carefully.
Outside the south city of Xinyan City, a dark cloud suddenly flew thousands of miles away, rolling for a cup of tea, and stopped in a deserted place hundreds of miles away.
The dark clouds dissipated with a "bang", and a ray of light fell, turning into several figures.
He smiled and said, "Just choose this place, what do you think about Mr. Yunxiao?"
Li Yunxiao glanced around, and there was nothing unusual, nodded and said, "Yes."
Yang Tianhao said, "Okay, it's true that you are extremely courageous. As long as you can last half an hour under me, I will turn around and leave." He raised his right hand, and a ray of light shot out, and a time hourglass that was several feet high not far away appeared.
The hourglass is completely condensed from light, and it is uncertain. The fine sand inside is filled with countless golden lights, and it begins to flow down the moment it is formed.
"I'm welcome."
Yang Tianhao's face darkened, and a surging breath rippled out from his body. He clenched his fists suddenly, and the space around him seemed to be bombarded by a giant hammer, dispersing in all directions.
Not only was the air directly exploding under his momentum, but even the space became vague and he could hardly be seen.
Yang Mu and five others in the distance were staring at each other with concentration.
One of the warriors said: "Do you see this bet have suspense?"
One person said: "There should be no suspense. Although Li Yunxiao is famous, it is impossible to hold on for half an hour in the hands of the sect leader."
The man nodded and said, "Although it is not absolutely impossible to cross one star, the comprehensive accumulation required for every step of the challenge is unimaginable, and the more you go, the more difficult it is."
Another person said: "That's right, but how long can Li Yunxiao last? This battle is still worth watching."
One person smiled and said, "Mr. Yangmu doesn't know what he thinks? If Li Yunxiao is defeated, will the sect leader kill him?"
The rest of them were shocked and their ears pricked up and listened.
Although Yangmu's strength is comparable to that of them, his identity is the steward of the Sky Eagle Temple and his status is much higher.
Yang Mu Ning said in a voice: "I don't know how to guess the sect leader's thoughts, but I will most likely let him go. After all, killing him is not good for the Sky Eagle Temple, and it may even cause trouble. Li Yunxiao is indeed powerful, but he is too young and arrogant. It's good to let the sect leader kill him."
The four of them nodded constantly, and they thought so.
On the distant earth, the sky was filled with dust and dust. The space was reversed, and the figure was completely unseen. There was only a vast and surging force and a strange and unpredictable feeling.
"Illusion Fist is like the Sea"
A deep shout sounded, and the whole world shook.
Li Yunxiao only felt that the universe was suddenly turned upside down and the surrounding environment changed completely. It was no longer a barren land, but an obscure space.
My body also swayed under the sway of this space, like a small boat in the waves.
"What? The Sect Master looks down on him too much, right? He actually acts like a fantasy fist."
A warrior was shocked.
The other person was stunned for a while and said in a daze: "In this way, isn't it a judgment that will be determined? The Sect Master offered half an hour of conditions, and I thought he wanted to have fun."
Yang Mu's brows also frowned and remained silent.
Li Yunxiao's face was extremely solemn. The world of fist sea was like a sword world. It was the extreme understanding of martial arts by warriors. From the realm of "art" to the realm of "Tao", after the martial arts intention was overwhelming, the realm of domain space was opened up in martial arts and formed a vast ocean.
This boxing space is Yang Tianhao's understanding of boxing.
Li Yunxiao hugged Yuan Shouyi, and his expression remained unchanged. He knew that the more this time, the more he could not be confused.
"Very calm"
A sound of praise or sarcasm came from the sea of fists. Then golden lights flashed around, and the space was suddenly compressed, as if a punch had blown the air, "booming" down.
Li Yunxiao moved instantly, and a sword energy suddenly burst out in his hand, like cold water light flowing, and the boundless sharp energy gathered into a sword light, stabbing towards the fist shadow calmly.
Ripples appeared around the sword light, spreading out in the sea of fist.
"Bang"
The sword energy touched the fist shadow and exploded suddenly.
But there was no destructive power as imagined. The sea of fist swayed slightly and the sword light was instantly annihilated.
Li Yunxiao's pupils shrank suddenly, and he found that he had underestimated the other party. In this sea of fist, he could not escape unless he broke the other party's martial intentions.
After the sword light was extinguished, the fist intention flew into the air, like a huge wave in the vast ocean, layer by layer, coming from all directions to overturn his small boat.
Li Yunxiao pinched his fingers with one hand and used his magic skills.
Circles of magic patterns appeared on the skin in an instant, and at the same time, a light flashed from the middle of the eyebrows. The magic armor suddenly penetrated the body, and a force of barrier opened. The magic element protected the body and blocked the overwhelming power of the fist.
"Bang bang bang bang bang"
There were no fists around his body, but fists were constantly being punched, and they were all hit on the armor barrier, causing the space to explode in dense bursts.
Every fist mark appears, black patterns are surging in the sky, flying colorfully.
Li Yunxiao did not dare to directly use his immortal golden body, so he could only use his battle suit to protect his body, and his body was stimulated by the qi and blood that were bombarded by the wave-like fist force.
But he still stood still, like a nail. The center of the sea was as fierce as a nail.
"What? I'm not dazzled?"
Several people in the distance stared out their eyes and looked in horror. One of them screamed in shock, "What kind of martial arts is this? Can you actually bear the sect leader's fantasy fist?
Yang Mu was also shocked and said, "That black aura is like a demonic aura that is dying. It has been said that since ancient times, there have been demon cultivators, but very few, and I didn't expect that he would be."
One person was still unbelievable and said in surprise: "Is the magic skill really so powerful?"
Yang Mu pondered for a moment and said, "There are many legends about demonic energy, but they are not as powerful as this. I think the key is that he still relies on that strange battle suit, and the sect leader did not do his best to withstand one or two."
“Huh?”
Yang Tianhao's voice also sounded in the sea of fist, obviously curious and shocked, and then turned into laughter, "Haha, it's interesting, let's see how much force you can block my fist?"