Mu Beixin looked at Yang Nanshan, who was as angry as a gunpowder barrel, and felt the powerful force coming from the pair of flesh palms through the space, and his expression became extremely ugly. For this powerful man in the demigod realm and the third leader of the Eternal Hunting Sheep Clan, even if there was a Dragon Fallen Club behind her, she did not dare to offend her casually. The energy in her body rushed out quickly, her hands continued to change, and several rays of Netherworld Fire condensed in front of her, and the palm prints changed. These Netherworld Fires protected Mu Beixin's body and temporarily formed a protective g on her body.

"Bang!" A pile of flesh palms seemed to be carrying magic. The terrifying force instantly merged into the space, and then poured into Mu Beixin's body. With a huge muffled sound, the purple-haired woman took Yang Nanshan's extremely domineering palm. Her body began to tremble slightly, and her face also surged rosy. She groaned, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but sprayed it out, sprinkling the blush all over the ground. Her figure was also backing back dozens of meters on the ground in a mess, supporting her hands on the ground, and her legs were stuck in the ground, and then she slowly stabilized her body.

"This is the territory of Daze, the Yonghunting Sheep Hunter. Let me tell you, this little guy, you guys are not qualified to move! Our Yonghunting Sheep Hunter said one, that must be one!" Just a slap, he directly knocked over Mu Beixin, without any sympathy or dragging the mud. Yang Nanshan wrapped his arms around his chest, like an evil star standing in the hall, his face slightly cold, and shouted loudly at the Apocalypse Knights and Mu Beixin.

Mu Beixin coughed twice, and the flowing purple hair had turned into a dry straw. She stretched out her trembling hands and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with difficulty. Her fists were clenched, her eyes were cold and unwilling. But under the suppression of Yang Nanshan's absolute power and under the gap in his terrifying cultivation, Mu Beixin also understood that it was meaningless to continue to use the Dragon Death Club to threaten the Eternal Sheep Hunter tribe. It would be useless to say more, but instead attract more flesh palms. Faced with the attack of Yang Nanshan, who has a strength far exceeding the demigod realm, Mu Beixin did not dare to continue to take it head-on.

The members of the Yonghunting Sheep Clan looked at their third leader and drank the enemy with two palms. When they saw that the other party could only bow their heads and suffer a loss, they also cheered like a tsunami. Looking at the quiet Apocalypse Knights opposite and Mu Beixin who didn't dare to make a fortune, Long Junchen and Zu Xiang, who were helped up, looked at each other and smiled bitterly. This is the absolute suppression of absolute power. In the face of real power, nothing is useless. Fortunately, with the Yonghunting Sheep Clan's help, otherwise today's situation would be really not easy to break!

"Yang Nanshan, your cultivation level seems to have improved a lot. When things happen, we still need to find an opportunity to discuss it! Hahaha, you kid, it seems that this retreat will benefit you a lot!" Yang Kunlun was a little satisfied when he saw Yang Nanshan knocking away the powerful demigod realm of the demigod realm. Thinking that the Eternal Hearder had another powerful demigod realm, he nodded with great relief. Yang Nanshan also smiled, patted Yang Kunlun's shoulder hard, and replied in a deep voice: "It must be, hahaha."

"However, fortunately, you came early this time. Otherwise, if this adult made a mistake, we would have made a big mistake. It was not your and my life that could apologize." Yang Kunlun sighed lightly, looked at the seriously injured Long Junchen, and slowly put away his smile, and a hint of solemn appeared on his tense face.

"Yes, by the way, we haven't greeted them yet." Yang Nanshan narrowed his eyes and suddenly thought of something. He turned to Long Junchen at the same time as Yang Kunlun's eyes. Long Junchen was stared so nakedly by two powerful men in the demigod realm. Naturally, he felt uncomfortable all over. He scratched his head, felt a little tight and short of breath, and hurriedly changed his sitting position and said a little dull: "Long, Long Junchen, what are the names of the two?"

Long Junchen's tone was quite respectful. This was not only because these two guys saved his life, but more importantly, he knew that although the faces of these two eternal hunting sheepmen were not very old, they were probably old monsters who had lived for countless years, especially the vast aura emitted from their bodies, which forced Long Junchen to give more respect.

"You are welcome. My name is Yang Kunlun. The second in command of the Yongshenhunter Human Clan. This is Yang Nanshan. We, hiss, I can't bear the great gift of yours." Yang Kunlun and Yang Nanshan bowed with a little flattered, their bodies were extremely humble and ninety degrees, and their eyes did not dare to look directly at Long Junchen. If the careful person could find that these two peerless powerful men in the demigod realm had weak legs in front of Long Junchen, and the Yongshen Human Clan behind them knelt down on both knees, with a pious look on their faces. This is probably from the absolute belief and absolute worship of the Dragon Clan.

"Uh, no, two, I really don't understand what's going on. You, don't you have to be afraid of me like this?" Long Junchen looked at the Yonghunting Sheepman in front of him with a daze, who was extremely respectful like a minister. A hint of surprise flashed through his ice blue eyes. However, he was about to reach out to support Yang Nanshan and Yang Kunlun, but both took two steps back like frightened rabbits and said in a deep voice to Long Junchen: "Sir, it is our honor to serve you, you don't need to do this."

"Okay, OK, you're talking too much! You can't always talk like this! Go back and forth! Never end." As soon as Long Junchen's mouth opened, Zu Xiang, who was standing beside him, cut off Long Junchen's head. Long Junchen scratched his head and smiled bitterly. After saying so many nonsense and clichés, when he was almost unable to figure out which sentence he said was serious, someone could finally end the polite conversation for him.

Yang Kunlun and Yang Nanshan looked embarrassed. Although they felt that Zu Xiang's words were quite rude, they saw that there was no strange color on Long Junchen's face, so it was hard to say anything else. Zu Xiang changed his voice, waved his hand, and said to Long Junchen Cui Hunter and Sui Gangdan: "Okay, I won't say much, let's leave here, so that these irritable guys will not whine again. Especially the purple-haired woman, it's really long-winded!"
Chapter completed!