Tianpeng and Liu'er Mihou, one from Jinao Island and the other from Qingyang Island. On the vast land of the vast land, there were not many saints under the sect. According to the relationship between the leader of Tongtian and Chen Yuyang, these two could have become good friends. However, as both saints, they always feel a little indifferent to each other.

Especially now, the Liu'er Mihou occupies Tianpeng's former position. Tianpeng always has some inexplicable hatred in his heart for this monkey that took away most of his rights. Sometimes, some people in this world are destined to be friends. However, it is a very lucky thing to have such an opponent.

To be familiar, the best way to look at a person’s method is to see who his opponent is?

On the martial arts field, a strong wind blew by. Tianpeng's face turned red. His tiger's mouth was already aching, but his eyes were still sharp. He exclaimed: "Good means, come again!"

When Liu'er Mihou waved the fire stick in his hand and rushed forward with the force of Mount Tai, he already knew in his heart that this Marshal Tianpeng was not his opponent. Whether it was magic power, power or martial arts, it was far different from himself. Although he was a disciple of the Tongtian Sect Master, the realm was never transferred by human will.

After scratching his monkey brain a little, Liu'er Mihou rushed up again. His steps were steady. Every time he took a step, he saw the floor tiles on the martial arts field sank into the ground. The purple gold boots under his feet were extremely powerful. The feet were the foundation of human power, and the steady steps were the source of force.

Liu'er Mihou understood this very well, and Tianpeng also understood it very well. Both of them knew this, and it was even more powerful than Tai Shang's pressing. However, Haotian, who was watching the battle from a distance, was a little surprised and surprised in his heart, and murmured in a faint voice, saying, "What a wonderful step!"

Li Changgeng also nodded. Although the monkey's pace was steady and powerful, some tiny steps were still seen by Haotian and Li Changgeng. Cooperating with the fire stick in their hands and the exquisite steps, this stick must have been thunderous. Haotian smiled and said, "It seems that Marshal Tianpeng's life is not easy!"

Sure enough, while his steps were steady, they turned into a wisp of smoke and dust later on, extremely fast. Even the red cloak behind the monkey began to lightly cut open in the air, teasing the dust between the weather.

A loud bang was deafening. Lightning flashes kept flying out of the martial arts field. This time, Tianpeng learned his lesson and did not directly resist with his strength. The nine-toothed rake in his hand was at an angle of 45 degrees. The fire stick in the monkey's hand seemed to be retreating by a huge force, and then the fire stick began to slide on the nine-toothed rake.

The fire rose in vain, and a trace of dust rippled.

The monkey was surprised and still secretly praised in his heart: "Good means!"

After all, Tianpeng's technique of removing power was used just right, but it only removed 50% of the power from the monkey fire stick. The remaining power still suppressed Tianpeng, the Marshal of Tianhe, to death. Tianpeng had already felt that the nine-toothed rake in his palm was no longer under his control.

However, Tianpeng was a determined figure and didn't care at all. He forced himself to stand up. He let out a muffled groan, and a white light snorted from his breath. The monkey took two steps back and forth when he saw the situation. Then the figures of the two became turbulent in the martial arts field like smoke and dust.

"Yuqing Avenue! Yuqing Tianlei!" After a round trip, the thunder rumbling in Tianpeng's hand, and then he saw a thunder slam in his palm, and he burst out and headed straight for the monkey.

The three ancient purities were also called Yushi, Taiqing Laozi, Shangqing Yuanshi, and Yuqing Tongtian. This Yuqing Tianlei is a secret that is not passed down by Jinao Island. Now after a few rounds, Tianpeng was really angry by the monkey and used the method of Yuqing Tianlei. Haotian said it was right, but once this kind of killing skill was used, it would be endless.

The monkey laughed contemptuously and said, "You have the teacher's spell, don't I have it?"

He inserted the fire stick in his hand heavily on the floor. After the stick, it was as majestic as a mountain, and it was still motionless. The monkey's fingers kept changing, as if he wanted to use some ancient seals. The corners of his mouth were silently chanting, watching the thunder hit him, and he was not angry, so the smile on his face became more and more unfathomable.

"Fight, soul, thought, sorrow! Four aggregates of Kongguan Zhao!"

Just as the monkey took action, Haotian exclaimed and said, "What is this?"

"This method seems to have not appeared on the prehistoric land at all. It is not Hongjun's orthodox, Taiqing, Shangqing, Yuqing, or Western means. I have never seen such method in my life!" Haotian began to speak on his own, and he felt more different about the Six-Ear Mihou Marshal in his mind.

Battle, soul, thought, and sorrow are original by Qingyang Island. They are a state of realm and a sense of spiritual taste. Unfortunately, this monkey is as talented as he is, but he has only cultivated to the second level, the level of soul. But even so, it is also a powerful force. Suddenly, the Jade Qing Heavenly Thunder disappeared like fear in the smoke.

"This, this, how is this possible? How is the teacher teaching Dafa??" Tianpeng didn't react at all for a moment.

Haotian could see clearly and smiled at Li Changgeng beside him, saying, "Tianpeng is too kind, so Li Jing has never been in his eyes. It would be better to let him learn some lessons today, and he would not be so arrogant in the future!"

"Tianpeng is just a talented person, not a handsome man, but he is always a useful person!" Li Changgeng sang with Haotian with his beard. At this moment, Li Changgeng didn't look like a clown. He felt a little mysterious and hidden in this feeling.

Looking at the battle on the scene, Haotian seemed to be a little tired or not interested. He stared at his eyes and said lightly: "In fact, sometimes pride is not necessarily a bad thing, but more often, being able to admit that it is not as good as someone. This is the real pride. Tianpeng seems to have not understood it yet!"

"I hope he can understand it sooner! He will become a great man soon!"

At this moment, a figure was passing by among the people watching the game. It was the third prince of Nezha. Looking at his small face, he seemed to have a hint of anxiety and tension. He soon came to Li Changgeng and whispered: "Jin Xing, Jin Xing, something happened, something happened!"

His voice was very low, and even used voice transmission technique, and almost no one could hear it, but a very ugly color came from Haotian's face. He sighed secretly: "It seems that he is still here!" hf();
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