"Too weak!"

The young man dismissed it. His muscles were strong and his blood was boiling. Even just talking could shock people's hearts.

"This is the first time in so many years that I heard someone say that the disciples of my Sanxian Sect are too weak." Huai'an sneered.

He uncorked the wine gourd, poured out the wine, and dipped his sword into the wine.

On the other side, Mr. Lin put away his oil-paper umbrella, and white snake-like lines climbed up his neck, covering his face with secret lines.

He raised the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, his long hair flying, his eyes no longer gentle, but full of fighting spirit. The tip of the umbrella was aimed at the young man's heart, locking the opponent with a sharp edge.

"Who is this person?" Chi Yi exclaimed, because it could be seen that the young man did not use any skills or skills. The sword just struck was pure power, exerting his power to the limit.

Aunt Yue frowned, as if she had discovered something, and said in a deep voice: "There are not many people in the mountains who can have such terrifying power. The cultivation of the physical body is already very difficult. Most of the human race's talents are in spiritual energy, and the demon race's physical body is often powerful.

There are many, since he is not a demon clan, then I can only guess one force."

"The Desert God Clan!"

"This clan is capable of fighting with the body of the demon body cultivators. Their single-body combat power is the most terrifying."

"O descendants of God!"

"You are very powerful, but the Three Immortals Sect is not something you can insult at will." Huai'an's body disappeared on the spot, and then a burgundy sword energy appeared in the sky in the distance. The sword energy followed the sunlight and finally emitted a dazzling light.

brilliance.

"You are worthy of being called the Immortal of Wine and Swords. You have insulted wine, insulted the sword, and insulted the Immortal."

Boom!

With a wave of his hand, it was like wind and thunder, and his dark eyes burst out with an extremely frightening light.

There was a rune flowing in the palm of his hand, and then in full view of everyone, he directly crushed the opponent's sword energy.

Then, the young man took a step back, put his foot on the ground, swung his right fist, turned sideways, and blocked Mr. Lin's oil-paper umbrella with the back of his hand.

"You..." Mr. Lin was shocked. This oil-paper umbrella was his natural weapon and was unstoppable. However, it only left a white spot on the back of the opponent's hand.

How could this man's body be so terrible?

"No, you are..." He was frightened and thought of something, but before he finished speaking, he saw explosions and a series of firelights on the other person's skin.

And that energy penetrated directly into his arm, and then exploded with a rumble.

His flesh and blood were being broken, and even the bones of his arms were blown up. Fortunately, he retreated in time, otherwise, even his physical body might have been implicated.

When Huai'an saw this, he was about to escape, but he saw the young man grabbing him fiercely, and the air around him seemed to be imprisoned, turning into a Mount Tai, directly pressing on Huai'an's body.

"No! !"

Huai'an's body fell and hit the ground hard.

The young man sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Isn't the Sanxian Sect very powerful? Why is it only at this level? That little monk over there, do you want to take action? You are the only one here who is pretty good."

Yici was stunned for a moment, then clasped his hands together and smiled bitterly: "This senior brother from the Desert God Clan, I am still young. Master said that I have just opened my wisdom and my strength has not been developed yet. Let's do it next time."

"Who is your master?"

"Master Yunmu."

The young man paused slightly: "No wonder you still have some talent. It turns out you are the old man's apprentice."

He didn't take action again, obviously he had to take that person's face into consideration.

"The Desert God Clan!"

Huai'an lay on the ground, vomiting blood, but he was extremely horrified. If he had known that this guy was from the Desert God clan, he would rather give up the spiritual mine here.

That clan is the most domineering and powerful, even some masters will have a headache when they encounter them.

At this moment, no one dared to move, whether it was Mr. Lin, some demons, or Yu Yu and others.

Descendants of God live up to their reputation.

Qi Chen's pupils shrank, and his heart was awe-inspiring. This was the second time he saw the children of this clan, and they were in a fighting state. He could feel the terrifying aura in the other party's body, which was hot blood, like an ancient beast staring at him.

If you look at yourself, if you move even a little bit, the other party will probably kill you with one strike.

"I don't like you very much. I don't know why, but I just want to kill you." The young man saw Qi Chen.

He had a strange feeling that this person would ruin something important for someone in their clan.

"However, I can't find a reason to kill you, and you are still injured. Our Desert God clan never kills the weak."

"Go away." The young man was extremely domineering and stepped on the ground. In an instant, the cement floor in front of the bar collapsed completely, and some spiritual energy seemed to be escaping from the ground.

Qi Chen frowned slightly. He was not a person who did not know how to advance or retreat. Only when he survived could he have a chance to fight back. Although he had an urge to take action, he did not lose his mind.

"Qi Mang, who are you telling to get lost?"

Suddenly, a childish voice sounded from the bar. Although the voice was a little naive, the words he said were definitely not naive, and were full of provocation.

Huai'an originally regretted that he might let Qi Chen escape this time, but when he heard someone provoking the Mo Shen clan, he laughed endlessly.

Once this guy is angered, I'm afraid everyone will die.

Before the young man named Qi Mang got angry, he saw a watermelon head walking out of the door.

Qi Chuan put his hands behind his back, the little boy puffed out his withered chest, pretending to be old-fashioned, and walked with his splayed legs like an old man walking.

"Qichuan?"

Surname Qi?

When Mr. Lin and others heard this, they were shocked. They never imagined that this child was also a descendant of the Desert God clan.

"Why, are you surprised to see me? Tell me about you. If you have the ability to make trouble within the clan, you can only make trouble outside if you don't have the ability. With your three-legged cat skills, you can bully the weak. If you have the ability,

We challenge each other."

Qi Mang's expression changed uncertainly, and he frowned at the little kid: "Qichuan, the adults in your family haven't taught you how to respect your brother?"

"Brother, what a piece of shit."

"When I was born, you were in the spiritual realm. When I reached the enlightenment realm, you were still in the spiritual realm. I was in the spiritual realm, and you were still in the spiritual realm. Nine years have passed, and you have always been in the spiritual realm. If I were you, I would

Find a piece of tofu and hit him to death, so as not to disgrace the name of the descendants of the god." Qichuan shouted to the Huai'an people, "I said, why are you so afraid of him? He is easy to bully. In our Desert God clan,

It’s the type without talent.”

Huai'an was sweating and didn't dare to reply this time.

All Mr. Lin's demons were petrified.

In fact, they don't know much about the Desert God clan, because this clan has been self-proclaimed for many years and few people come out.

However, this is the most powerful clan after all. Tens of thousands of years ago, there were gods and immortals, but the immortals turned into hundreds of thousands of mountains and had no descendants.

All the other gods are dead and their incense has ceased.

The only one left is the Desert God clan, whose bloodline is the most intact.

"It's the father's fault that the son doesn't teach you. It seems that Uncle Eleven didn't teach you well." Qi Mang looked serious.

Qi Chuan rolled his eyes: "Your father is an idiot. You and your idiot brother Qi Yu follow Qi Dao every day. I'm confused. Who is your father? Or is it your mother and Qi Yu?"

That kid with the knife has a leg.

"It's green. It's green."

"Qichuan, you are looking for death!"

"I'm looking for death. What's the matter? Do you only know how to talk? Do you have the ability to fight?"

Boom!

The surrounding sunlight dimmed, and Qi Mang was seen charging forward, with the huge knife slashing from the top of his head, making the air around him tight and making it difficult to breathe.

This knife was obviously more terrifying than the attack he had just made.

However, Qi Chuan remained calm. Before he could take action, the ground beneath his feet continued to crack.

His bones are so heavy that they can weigh as much as ten thousand. Lifting them with one hand, they directly supported the opponent's terrifying machete.

Then he jumped suddenly, and his small body stood on the knife.

Qi Mang felt that his knife was as heavy as a mountain, and it hit the ground with a bang.

But he saw that a foot had already kicked towards his nose.

He quickly used his arms to protect his face, but his body was still kicked directly and hit the ground hard.

"With this little ability, I still have the nerve to come out in the name of my Desert God clan, so go back and feed Qi Dao."

As the smoke and dust billowed, Qi Mang climbed up from the pit, one of his arms was broken and hung on his chest.
Chapter completed!