Yi Shikuang saw Cheng Chi standing far away, pacing back and forth, and asked with some confusion: "Little brother, what's wrong?"
Cheng Chi glanced at him and said angrily: "What's wrong? What else can happen? How can I go home now?"
Yi Shi laughed wildly and said: "I see, it's simple, tell me where your home is? I will order my men to take you back later."
Cheng Chi hurriedly ran to Yi Shikuang and said excitedly: "Uncle, you didn't lie to me, did you?"
Yi Shikuang laughed loudly and said: "I, Yi Shikuang, have always spoken the truth, and no one in the world knows this."
Cheng Chi slapped his forehead and muttered in a low voice, "Looks like he's really a lunatic."
Yi Shikuang frowned: "What are you muttering about?"
Cheng Chi chuckled, squatted down, and said calmly: "Nothing, my home is at No. 36 Dongmen Street, Jinghu District, Beihang City."
After hearing this, Yi Shikang frowned and thought for a long time before saying: "This place is so strange. I have never heard of it in China for many years."
After hearing Yi Shikuang's nonsensical answer, Cheng Chi was speechless for a while and said unhappily: "Uncle, are you kidding me?"
"You're kidding me? What does that mean?" Yi Shikuang asked with a puzzled look on his face.
Cheng Chi fell to the ground with a "pop" and shouted: "Heaven, please come out with a thunder and chop me to death!"
"What crazy talk are you talking about? What nonsense!" Yi Shikuang frowned. He really couldn't guess who this young man with evil spirits all over his body was. How could such a person appear in such a deserted desert?
Strange boy?
Just as Yi Shikuang was waiting for the person to come to Zhengshi Palace, nearly a hundred people on the edge of the Desert of Bones were like a long dragon, moving quickly towards the center of the desert. Suddenly, several strong winds swept through like a storm, and blood suddenly filled the air.
, nearly a hundred people, more than a dozen were killed in an instant.
Jianlang, Jianhu, and Jianfeiyan were all startled and turned around. Jianlang shouted: "He Fang Xiaoxiao! Die!"
As he spoke, the book flew in his hand, and pieces of white paper flew out like snow flakes. Countless black ink words on the paper spread out in all directions. Suddenly, black raindrops filled the sky, and the sea of sand rolled, and there were several "bang bang" sounds.
There was a muffled sound, and a column of blood surged out not far away, and in an instant eight figures came through the sky.
Jianhu and Jian Feiyan were also gnashing their teeth in anger at this moment. Their master had just won a battle with the demons, and someone actually wanted to do harm to Zhengshi Palace. The two of them swung hundreds of swords, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, like a giant giant.
In the past, I saw a flash of blue light, and a blue eight-foot long sword flew towards me with a "buzz" sound and a force that could not be matched by ten thousand people. The sword tiger saw this and swung its sword to resist, and there was a crisp "dang" sound.
, Jianhu staggered back a dozen steps and almost sat on the ground.
Jianlang raised his eyebrows and was shocked. Sure enough, there were people who were harmful to Zhengshi Palace. If they were to find the owner first, the consequences would be disastrous! He moved slightly, came to the front, and shouted at the same time: "Three sisters, leave quickly! Notice
Master, be on guard against the Lingjiang Wang family!"
When Jian Feiyan heard this, he turned into an afterimage and ran forward. The three of them had been together since childhood. She naturally knew that with the nature of her eldest brother, few things could make his aura like this.
disorder.
"Girl, wherever you go, I'll walk with you!"
A gray afterimage, like thunder, pounced behind Jian Feiyan.
"Old man, look at your grandpa riding the wind and thousands of miles!"
The sword tiger used the heavy sword to make the tiger fierce, and several sword shadows flew away. The sword shadow changed again in mid-air, turning into sword energy that scattered towards the gray shadow. The gray shadow took a fierce look at Jian Feiyan's retreat.
The figure turned around, and the black black iron sword behind him automatically spun in front of him upon hearing the wind. Black light circulated, and the sword energy coefficient was shot down, splashing yellow sand all over the sky. This person's name was Wang Chuhe, the second head of the Wang family.
"Mr. Wang is so happy today, why do you come to the desert to see the scenery?"
Jianlang held a book in his hand, and like a gentle scholar, he slowly took a few steps forward and said.
"We Mingren will not tell secrets. The purpose of my visit today is to kill Yi Shi Kuang, and after tomorrow, Zheng Shi Palace will be removed from the world!"
An old man about sixty years old, dressed in gorgeous brocade blue clothes and carrying a blue sword on his back, said with a ferocious face. This man's name is Wang Qi, the head of the Wang family in Lingjiang.
Jianhu thrust his sword heavily into the sand and cursed: "Fart! Our master has just rescued all sentient beings in China, and you bunch of turtles want to destroy Zhenshi Palace. How brave!"
"Hahaha, save all sentient beings in China. To tell you the truth, several of our families in China have already reached an agreement with the Demon Clan to fight against China's powerful enemies and share the world of China! The Purple Flame Demon God that Yi Shikuang defeated was just a member of the Demon Clan.
It’s just a chess piece of the player!”
Wang Qi laughed wildly, with his white hair flying and his momentum like a rainbow!
"If you do this, do you know what kind of disaster it will bring to the world of China!"
Jianlang's heart twitched fiercely, and he thought that he was in big trouble now. Yu Shirong, the general on the edge of the town, had not yet entered the City of Darkness. If at this moment, the demon army passed through the City of Darkness and entered the Divine State, the consequences would be disastrous.
Wang Qi's voice suddenly turned cold, and he shouted to the seven people behind him: "Solve the trouble here, I will go and meet our martial arts myth." After saying this, he jumped into the air and left.
Sword Tiger's eyes widened and he shouted: "This old man should stop being so arrogant. His heavy sword has no edge!"
The dark heavy sword suddenly emitted a colorful light, and a huge sword slashed across the sky. The sky trembled, a strong wind blew on the earth, and the yellow sand flew around. The momentum was overwhelming, like the anger of the gods.
"Master, leave quickly, I'll meet this guy!"
A white figure instantly appeared in the air, and a white long sword quickly flew out from behind. The white figure stabilized its figure, quickly formed seals in its hands, and the whole body was filled with white light.
"The crane spreads its wings!"
The white long sword quickly flew behind Bai Ying. The shadow of the sword changed. Suddenly, two pairs of white crane wings appeared from behind Bai Ying. Countless feathers shot towards the huge heavy sword like raindrops. After a huge "bang" sound, the sword
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of the tiger's mouth, a verdict was made.
"Master Linghe, Wang Canghai, I didn't expect that the Wang family would be willing to let you out. If you die in this desert, the Wang family will suffer a great loss."
Jianlang walked to Jianhu elegantly and stared at the young man in white in front of him.
"I don't need to worry about this, Master Linglong. I, Wang Canghai, can still protect myself!"
Wang Canghai smiled proudly and had a cold temperament, which was in sharp contrast to Jianlang.
There are countless young talents in the land of China, like stars in the sky. Four of them are recognized as the most outstanding young talents in the martial arts. They are called the Four Young Masters of China. They are Linglong Young Master Jianlang, Fengya Young Master Xu Yichen, Linghe Young Master Wang Canghai,
The ruthless young man laughed at his fate. Although these four people are not very old, their cultivation is unpredictable and their backgrounds are profound. They are all the backbone of the Chinese martial arts.
Jianlang took out a pill from his arms, put it into Jianhu's hand and said softly: "Run away when you see the opportunity, and tell Aunt Yun what happened here." Jianhu took the pill, with an anxious look in his eyes, and said anxiously: "Then
Brother, what should you do?"
Jianlang let out a long breath, looked straight, and said sternly: "This is an order!"
Jianhu sighed and said sternly: "Brother, please take care, I will be waiting for my return." Jianlang took a few steps forward and shouted: "Master Linghe, let Jianmou learn a lesson about your spirit."
Crane sword!"
"That's very good. I, Wang Canghai, regret in my life that I am ranked lower than you. It just so happens that I can see the methods of the leader of the four young masters in China!" Wang Canghai's eyes flashed with a burning fighting spirit, and there were six paths behind him.
The figure moved with the wind and quickly rushed into the side of Zhenshi Palace. Suddenly, blood shot into the sky, yellow sand flew all over the sky, shouts of killing, and screams filled the air.