Gong Yun, a man and a woman, also sneered at Zhao Ji's words. As cultivators, they knew very well that in the way of controlling qi, it would be difficult to make every effort to achieve the best of each essence. At this age, they had the strength to surpass their masters. This was completely impossible!

Moreover, the two disciples of men and women did not believe in the talent of anyone, and they completely surpassed the male disciple. In the hearts of the female disciple, her senior brother has been regarded as a god-like existence by their generation in the sect. Who can surpass it? In the hearts of the male disciples, he also believed that he was extremely talented and unparalleled.

Just as Gong Yun and his two disciples questioned Zhao Ji's words, a sudden scream rang out, and the water on the lake suddenly formed a huge wave, tumbling. Just when people didn't know why the water on the lake was so tumbling, the wave was cut through a huge gap. A young man, holding a purple divine sword, rushed from the gap.

Behind the young man, he was chasing a one-armed old man, and behind the old man was carrying a young man. Just looking at the youth behind the old man, you can tell that it was a dead person.

It was Xiao Yang who fled and Yang Shou's tomb who was already in a state of madness.

Yang Shoumeng held a sword in his hand and waved it casually. Countless sword energy rushed straight to Xiao Yang. The sword energy had condensed to a terrifying level, and the aura did not leak out at all. Except for Xiao Yang, who was targeted by Yang Shoumeng, the rest of the people could not feel the power of the sword light at all.

Xiao Yang's escaped figure went straight to the direction where the two masters of god-making in the air fought.

"Who is this? You dare to break into the battle circle of two masters. Are you not afraid of death?" Gong Yun's male disciple raised his head and said disdainfully.

"Speak of Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here." Zhao Ji saw the figure in the sky, "This is the person I just told you."

"Just him?" Both the young man and the woman showed disdain.

Gong Yun shook his head and said, "Old Zhao, judging from the power of the sword light emitted by that old man, this young man may not be much stronger than me, and he may be a little stronger than my disciple, but it is only a little."

Zhao Ji smiled and shook his head, not saying much.

The two powerful god-making masters in the air battle felt someone approaching, and stopped almost at the same time, shouting to Xiao Yang: "Who is here? Leave quickly!"

Xiao Yang had no time to explain to these two people. At this moment, Yang Shoumeng was in a state of madness. After the pursuit of the night, Yang Shoumeng was in a violent state. He was burning his life now, and every attack was extremely violent. The result was that Yang Shoumeng was completely exhausted and lost his life. Of course, before this, Yang Shoumeng still had time to kill Xiao Yang.

Looking at the two people blocking the road in front of him, Xiao Yang suddenly waved his hand, "Get out!"

With Xiao Yang's wave of his hand, the two powerful god-making powerhouses who fought were as if they were hit by an invisible heavy hammer and fell heavily from the air, then hit the ground, bringing up a burst of smoke and dust. A crack occurred on the ground where the two fell.

The people who were originally shocked by the power caused by the battle between these two God-Fun Realm powerhouses were completely stunned when they saw such a scene. The two such powerful God-Fun Realm powerhouses fell to the ground without any resistance with the other side. They were extremely embarrassed. If this was a battle of life and death, this young man could kill these two people in an instant in this moment!

No one thinks that the two powerful god-making powerhouses in the sky are acting, one represents the clan and the other represents the Loulan Quan clan. These are all faces. Who would use their own face to cooperate with others in acting?

Gong Yun and his two disciples were completely stunned. They just said that Xiao Yang's strength was ordinary, and he showed disdain in his words and hearts, but at this second, the facts told them that their disdain was just a good place to watch the sky.

"Who is this person!" Gong Yun looked into the air and murmured, "How old is it? Why have you never heard of such a person?"

"I guess I'm only twenty-five or twenty-six years old." Zhao Ji said, "It's normal that you haven't heard of it. His Qi training time is less than a year. He usually fights with the Ancestral Rebirth Alliance. Shenyin will fight these people, and he has not been involved in the power of the Qi Refiner in the Yanxia."

Gong Yun swallowed his saliva. He had this strength after less than a year of training. He was a genius, a genius!

The female disciple was shocked and couldn't speak. She had naturally heard of the forces such as the Shenyin Association and the Ancestral Recovery Alliance. They were the forces that even the leader had to look up to, but this young man who was only a few years older than him had been fighting against these forces! Compared with him, a senior brother who was originally a genius, he was not as good as anything!

At this moment, the arrogance in the hearts of the male disciple completely disappeared and even began to feel inferior.

Men in the city compare careers, while those in the Qi Refiner world compare strength. Compared with Xiao Yang, he is like a person in his twenties who earns a million yuan a year. He thinks he is already at the top of his peers, but he finds that those who earn more than one billion yuan a year are much younger than him. This is a kind of loss, and even greater is also a blow.

Two powerful people in the God-Fun Realm were shot down, which instantly caused dissatisfaction among the two forces.

"Bold! Dare to hurt the people of my clan!" Among the clans, eight powerful god-worshipping masters stood up on the spot.

"Who is coming?" Two powerful god-making masters also stood up among the Quan family. "The two of them are fighting on this Quan family's ancestral land, which is probably a bit unruly."

"Get out of here, the one who stops me will die!" This time, the person who spoke was Yang Shou's tomb.

A total of ten powerful gods of poetry stood in front of Yang Shoumeng. Yang Shoumeng waved his sword with one hand, and sword lights surged in the sky.

Just now, these powerful god-making powerhouses had not felt the horror of the sword light, but now, as the target of this sword light, they felt a sense of powerlessness from this sword light.

Almost at the same time, ten powerful god-making masters used their own means to resist Yang Shoumeng's attack.

For the ten powerful god-making powerhouses present, except for super forces like the Shenyin Association Ancestral Recovery Alliance, they can almost beat any side. However, the joint attack of these ten powerful god-making powerhouses was actually slashed by Yang Shoumeng with a sword.

Yang Shou Tomb was particularly terrifying when he was in a rampage. Every move he made is almost at its peak.

Ten powerful gods of the God of Fu vomited blood and flew backwards, their faces pale.

Everyone below opened their mouths wide, shocked by Yang Shou Tomb's strength.

No wonder the young man who just now repelled two powerful gods and gods was chased. This old man is even more terrifying.

"Xiao Yang, you kill me with one arm and kill my master. If you don't take this revenge, I, Yang Shou's tomb, will not be a human being!"

Yang Shou Tomb roared, and the shock of the people below became even deeper.
Chapter completed!