Ke Xiaoliang would not care about how Shaoyang mobilized the Ten Demon Sects.

Since I chose Shaoyang, of course it was because I believed him.

What's more, the position of the vanguard does not necessarily require the Ten Demon Sects.

The Ten Demon Sects are just suitable, not unique.

Whether it is the Sword Sect or the Zhenwu Sect, this position can be replaced.

And Ke Xiaoliang has also made corresponding arrangements.

At this time, Ke Xiaoliang had already floated along the river to the lower reaches of the Qing River in Gaowu World and merged into the vast Longjiang River.

This water vein that runs through almost the entire Gaowu world has a great water power that is so beautiful.

However, just above the lonely wall of the peak of opposing two sides of the Taiwan Strait not far away, several people were waiting for Ke Xiaoliang's arrival.

When the boat slowly sailed to the narrow river, the invisible air wall blocked the way forward.

A man in blue with half black and half white hair and empty cuffs on his left arm flew across the river and stood directly opposite the boat.

Ke Xiaoliang stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the man standing in front of him, with a look of reminiscence on his face.

"The one-armed madman Mu Shaoren hasn't seen him for many years." Ke Xiaoliang said with superb acting skills, as if he didn't know at all. Under this skin, the soul from another world is actually the soul.

"Stop talking nonsense! Everyone says you are the only one in the ages and are unparalleled in the world. I don't believe it...so I want to fight with you." said the monk from Baotong Realm who was controlling Mu Shaoren's skin.

This monk was the monk who came to Peng Tuishan and played a double act with Mr. Wang, forcing Peng Tuishan to sell the news at a low price.

Ke Xiaoliang looked at Mu Shaoren and sighed: "Why are you doing this? Isn't your left arm broken like this? If you lose your right hand again, you will be miserable late at night and can't sleep. What can you use to pass the boring time and the insolvent loneliness?"

The monk who controlled Mu Shaoren's skin was stunned and understood Ke Xiaoliang's metaphor in an instant.

"Damn it! Can a dirty person like you be called the only one in the ages?"

"I'm afraid it's not a joke!" In anger, this man forced himself to take action first.

Of course... He used not the martial arts that Mu Shaoren's skin accompanied, but the techniques he was really good at.

Judging from the way this person took action, Ke Xiaoliang knew very well that this person was not impulsive, but came for fame and fortune.

Let me ask... After Xiao Nu appears, what else can be more famous than defeating Xiao Nu? It can better reap a large number of plot points?

What's more, in order to stir up the situation, Ke Xiaoliang priced his cap in the Divine Realm for a full billion.

Just because of the temptation of this "billion" , Xiao Nu he played will inevitably become a vortex center, attracting a large number of monks to vote, and thus being ruthlessly defeated by him, harvested inside and outside, and extricated the value.

The monk who controls Mu Shaoren's skin is named Lu Hong.

The reason why he was so proud and bullied others was because his ancestors had immortals.

Although the immortal had already left the Baotong World and took away a large number of high-end cultivation resources in the Baotong World.

But this did not prevent his descendants from still being able to act as a mighty person in the Baotong world, standing far above 99% of the monks, and being born at the end of countless people.

At this time, Lu Hong used the martial arts called "The Great Zhoutian Xingluo Hand".

This method comes from the simplified version of the Zhoutian Star Array. Each hand has hundreds of changes in a moment, and each change is absolutely different. It is the ultimate martial arts of the algorithm evolution.

Not only do you need to have extremely superb computing and application capabilities, but you also need to have extremely rich accumulation and insight.

Without these accumulations and insights, even this "Big Zhoutian Xingluo Hand" will inevitably fall into repeated moves and become petty.

“It’s quite interesting!”

"But it's a pity!" Ke Xiaoliang certainly wouldn't panic when faced with such a skill.

Comparing the calculation ability and the complexity of moves, who can compare with his way of heaven in this world?

He also repeatedly blocked the sky, the sun and the moon, and fought back.

At a rough look, Ke Xiaoliang's counterattack was just a simple imitation, which had the taste of imitating the frown.

Most of the monks in Baotong Realm who stood on the high cliff and looked at the battlefield showed joy, with a proud look on their faces and contempt.

But for the next moment, they couldn't laugh.

Because no matter how Lu Hong's moves change, it seems that Sun Wukong has fallen into the palm of the Tathagata Buddha. The endless changes are a blink of an eye from Ke Xiaoliang.

When the change reached the 137,000 and 24th hand, Lu Hong finally took a repetition.

Then Ke Xiaoliang continued to change, and the first-hand change in advance broke the offensive rhythm.

With a crisp click.

The other hand of Mu Shaoren's skin is null.

Ke Xiaoliang stood calmly at the bow of the boat, shook his head as if he was sorry and said, "Originally, your Great Sorrow Wind Palm was simple and simple, with great potential, and you can barely see it. Now that you have such a skill, it is so fancy... that it is unbearable!"

"You are...remained!"

Lu Hong's empty cuffs were rippling in the wind, and his mouth was almost bitten into pieces.

Ke Xiaoliang's words seem to be the one who speaks without intention, but the one who listens with intention.

The monks in Baotong World are probably proud of themselves.

Now, not only has he been easily defeated by "Xiao Nu" in the best field, but he has also been directly pointed out that his martial arts cultivation is not as good as the body itself of "borrowing".

Isn't this embarrassing enough?

"Hmph! Youngster is so arrogant here!"

"I'm just careless." After Lu Hong said, his legs galloped, and his legs were like two big swords, slashing towards Ke Xiaoliang.

His legs are extremely flexible, bent at will, twisted into any shape and shape, and their flexibility is not weaker than their hands.

Not only that, the qi, blood, true qi and spirit in the whole body are completely condensed into a stream.

The legs are like knives and whips.

The changes are unrestrained and seem particularly dangerous.

"So you still have feet..."

"But if your feet can't be used, then do you have to fold yourself up? That's not good!"

"I believe in your flexibility, but I doubt your length." Ke Xiaoliang casually, without dodging, just waved his arms lightly, blocking the storm-like attack.

Then he looked at the two cliffs not far away and waved at the free time.

"We're all here to challenge me!"

"Some old faces, some unfamiliar faces, some acquaintances and people who are not very familiar with each other... It doesn't matter, they all work together. After more than a thousand years, I also want to see what you have made. "

"If they are like Mr. Mu, they will not advance but retreat... It would be a pity." Ke Xiaoliang said casually.

There was no contempt in his tone.

But this sentence is the greatest insult to those self-righteous monks of Baotong.

In one sentence, the emotions of these Baotong monks were directly exaggerated.

A small world native, a so-called legendary warrior who is self-proclaimed and self-righteous... Where did the face come from? Where did the courage come from? And where did the confidence come from? How dare you speak like this?
Chapter completed!