However, just one falling willow leaf could kill him.

This kind of method is no longer something that ordinary saints can do! The ancient tribe began to face Heiming's challenge squarely.

Mosquitoes may be small, but they are annoying! A strong man from the ancient tribe who was in the true fairyland came out from the camp.

If someone kills this Hei Ming, he will be rewarded with 500 middle-grade Origin Crystals! The people of the ancient clan did not originally have much interest in killing Hei Ming.

This Heiming is just a clown at the saint level.

Even if you kill it, there won't be much benefit.

But the true immortal of this ancient tribe has already placed a reward.

Although the number of five hundred mid-grade origin crystals is not much.

But after all, no matter how little the mosquito hammer is, it is still meat. If you can seize this opportunity well, you may be able to get the appreciation of this ancient true immortal.

Bring them some different opportunities.

Immediately afterwards, a strong man from the ancient tribe who was at the pinnacle of the saint realm jumped onto the ring.

He looked at Fang Yue with a contemptuous smile on his face.

"I'll give you three moves, and then I'll take action. Your level is lower than mine, so that others won't criticize me after I kill you."

This ancient saint was quite proud.

He didn't want to be blamed by others after killing Fang Yue.

Fang Yue looked at this ancient saint with wide eyes.

He said in surprise: "Really?"

The sage of the ancient tribe nodded and said: "Once a word has been said, it is hard to catch up. Don't kill you here and there. After that, I have to go home for dinner!"

In the eyes of this ancient saint, Fang Yue was already a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

He was quite tough and domineering, and he didn't take Fang Yue seriously at all.

Fang Yue's lips curled up into a faint smile.

"If that's the case, then I won't be polite."

Before Fang Yue finished speaking, a ray of silver sword light fell from the sky.

The saint from the ancient tribe held the sky with one hand.

A layer of silver light rippled out from his palm.

This silver light is extremely solid, as if it is iron stone.

He wanted to use this silver light to resist Fang Yue's sword light.

However, the next moment the sword light fell.

That layer of silver light was gently torn apart like paper.

The next moment, the saint of the ancient tribe split it in half.
Chapter completed!