Two figures came one behind the other.

The one in front is an old man wearing a dark red shroud, with a slightly bloated figure.

Behind him is an old man who walks unsteadily and wears a monk's robe. He looks very much like the bad monk who stole the cassock from the black bear spirit.

Ya Lao's bamboo hat was slowly lifted up.

Said the first line.

"kill!"

The old man in the red shroud laughed, "Young man, you dare to break into our Immortal Society's den of dragons and tigers with a young man, don't you take yourself too seriously?"

Crow, a man of few words, raised his hand.

Countless Qi Feathers whirred out from behind.

Countless Qi body feathers condensed and rotated in mid-air, like a huge disk!

"How dare you call yourself a dragon or a tiger even if you are a nest of snakes and rats?"

Crow Man pressed down with his big hand!

The disc rotates!

Countless feathers fell densely towards the three giants of the Immortality Society like a rain!

The three giants worked together to prop up a Qi body barrier one foot thick!

The feathers fell on the barrier, causing countless ripples.

"Three against two, how can you two beat us?" The old man in the shroud said dismissively.

Unexpectedly, the words just fell out.

The overwhelming fists suddenly appeared out of thin air!

The blast hit the huge barrier.

Countless large pits as big as clay pots were immediately sunk into the barrier.

The barrier is almost collapsing!

When the expressions of the three giants of the Immortal Society changed.

Another huge hammer fell from the sky!

Just like Haotian's hammer!

The final word!

boom!

The barrier is torn apart!

Feathers and fists crackled through the air and headed towards the three of them!

The crisp sound of rain hitting banana trees could be heard on the ground.

far away.

Four figures came slowly.

The three giants of the Immortal Society turned pale after seeing it clearly!

"Zhenlong Pavilion!"

"Everyone, there is no conflict between our Immortal Society and Zhenlong Pavilion. What do you mean?" the old man in Shroud asked in a deep voice.

Among four people.

A figure walked out slowly.

He is only 1.6 meters tall, but his aura is extremely powerful!

The face is naturally flushed! The brows reveal great righteousness!

The white hair on his head is like silver needles, standing upside down, and the two thick snow-white eyebrows are raised towards the sky, making him look powerful and domineering!

The old man's voice was extremely loud and full of energy.

"Enough for the day! Capture the hungry people and ask them to do it!"

The old man in the shroud frowned, "Who is he?"

"Our little master of Zhenlong Pavilion was arrested by you!" Nangong Bodhisattva calmly stared at the three giants of the Immortal Society.

The old man in shroud glanced at Ge Wandong, who just nodded to express his acquiescence.

"Everyone, if your people kill our people and let them go so casually, how will our Immortal Society be able to gain a foothold in the world in the future? You come late at night..."

The words are not finished yet.

The subsequent nonsense was interrupted by the short and powerful old man's grumpy and loud voice.

"Baoshe, Baoshe, Baoshe!

You will live forever, just stop talking to me these days!
Chapter completed!