Huangyang Imperial Capital.

Deep in Nanhu.

Everyone by the lake was silent.

No one speaks, no one moves.

Everyone looked at this scene in amazement.

Is he crazy?

That's the Grand Master!

Those two are the masters of ancient style and spiritual power!

Zhang Boyuan was even more unbearable, his eyes widened, but he felt relieved: "This time, you will die without me taking action! It's so stupid!"

The person in charge of the Zhang Boshi family next to him was shocked.

"He doesn't have the aura of an ancient person, he is just an ordinary person, right? He can't see the scene of the ancient master of Huajin fighting? Could it be that this young man in white... is a blind man!?"

The old black-haired man couldn't help but nodded slightly and sighed slightly.

pity.

It's a pity.

sad.

Even if your eyes don’t work, your heart is so stupid.

How could you dare to say such words with such power? This is so tired of living and seeking death by yourself.

Many ancient people were gasping gently and staring at the young man in white with their breath.

They knew that the master's wrath was coming soon!

Master, don’t be humiliated easily!

As expected.

Qian Xingjue and Jiang Ping were about to part with each other and stood on the surface of the lake.

"What did you just say?"

"Let's go and play?"

"Do you know, what do I exist?"

Qian Xingjue's eyebrows were extremely calm, as if he had no emotions, but the words he spoke were faintly filled with the intent of killing.

Jiang Ping frowned, glanced at the young man in white, and then looked at Qian Xingjue: "Just an ordinary person, Qian Xingjue, are you going to get entangled with an ordinary person?"

Qian Xingjue smiled lightly, his fingers moved lightly, and violent force flowed, almost condensed into substance.

"Entangled?"

"Wrong."

"Just kill him."

Jiang Ping frowned and said, "As for you?"

"Haha!" Qian Xingjue burst into laughter.

"Children Jiang Ping, you are useless as a master, but you don't know the dignity of a master?"

"The Grandmaster of Ancient Style Huajin is the peak figure of the ancient style, just like a god in heaven. Anyone who violates the majesty of the Grandmaster must pay a price."

This sentence was magnificent and spread throughout the Nanhu Lake area.

Even the water surface of Nanhu Lake was spurted by Qian Xingjue, which stirred ripples and waves.

far away.

Some younger ancient people have not yet fully adapted to their minds and whispered a few words of disagreement.

But they were all slapped hard by their elders.

The master is an invincible powerful man among ancient practitioners.

No matter how innocent or pitiful a person is, he will violate the majesty of the master, and he will be allowed to decide life and death.

Grandmaster, majestic as gods.

Many people were dazzled and looked at them with great pride.

This is the master of ancient style and spiritual power.

The ancient master should not be humiliated easily.

“Huhh…”

Tang Rongwei, a girl with short purple hair, and others, gasping.

They fell on the wet grass by the lake, dazed and wept, scalps were numb and frightened.

How could they have thought that they would kill someone because of this matter?

As for it?

Is this the ancient style?

But...

If there were no young men in white who spoke to stop him, the aftermath of the battle would spread. At the very least, they would be bleeding and skinned, and at worst, they would fall and be injured, or even die.

Tang Rongwei didn't want to see the young man in white being killed on the spot.

But Qian Xingjue's powerful and terrifying combat power made her extremely scared and could not organize clearly.

She can only throw out the law.

This is her only hope.

Tang Rongwei trembled, gritted her teeth, held back the trembling of her heart, and said resolutely: "You, you are illegal and you can't kill anyone casually."

As soon as the words came out, the whole audience was silent.

Next moment—

"Hahaha! Whose family belongs to this girl?"

"Is she here to make fun of it?"

"Haha, this girl is also an ordinary person, it's normal to be stupid."

Many ancient people burst into laughter.

They mocked them unscrupulously.

They sneered happily.

They are ancient people!

Do ancient people need to abide by the law?

Too funny.

Too interesting.

The ancient style is the makers of the law and the controller of the power class.

As the master of Huajin among the ancient styles, he is even more like a king of the times.

How can the king's will be refuted?

Qian Xingjue smiled faintly and shook his head indifferently.

"You are an ordinary person, and it is understandable that you don't know my majesty. Little girl, no one can save the whole planet. The law needs no mention of it."

"Haha, Qian Xingjue, it's interesting that you show your so-called dignity in front of ordinary people?" Jiang Ping sneered.

He turned his head and looked at his confidante standing in the distance, snorted coldly, shot at Qian Xingjue, and waved his hands repeatedly.

"roar!"

Qian Xingjue roared, and his whole body instantly widened a circle, and his height was almost 1.9 meters.

A faint black gas lingered around him, and his muscles were tense violently.

Even the muscles on the arms are like a bandage, wrapped around it.

"Young Master, it's really disappointing." Qian Xingjue's cold voice penetrated from the black light. "The master is majestic! You don't understand what a master is, and you can't be humiliated lightly!"

"snort!"

Jiang Ping's eyes flashed with cold light, and a wave of water was passing through, and his right hand raised his short knife:

"Qian Xingjue!"

His sword light flashed, and the terrifying power, driven by the unrivaled brute force, produced an unimaginable terrifying force, slashing against Qian Xingjue's front.

A sword is like cutting a mountain and slashing a mountain.
To be continued...