Chapter 1671

Ten thousand dragon abyss, under the sacred light, the barefoot immortal held a broken fan in his hand, with a very leisurely and calm look.

"Daxian, here comes Yang Feng, the leader of Pudu gate."

"Daxian, Yang Feng, the leader of Pudu gate, is not easy to provoke."

These experts were flustered. They were about to get the treasure of candle nine Yin, but Yang Feng came. Who is Yang Feng? It was a murderous God. Even if it was Wu Zhetian, they all died in his hands, even the generals under the emperor of heaven died in his hands.

"Panic what, Ben Daxian, am I not here?" The barefoot fairy said proudly.

"Yes, there's an elder. Aren't I here?" Jianxiong is also niucha road.

"The immortal is mighty!"

"The elder is mighty!"

Those masters shouted one after another. At the moment, in their eyes, both the barefoot immortal and the elder are so powerful and domineering. Their familiar bodies are like a great mountain. Even if the flood is surging, even if the mountain flood breaks out, as long as there are two people, they can block the torrent.

"Yang Feng, the leader of the Pudu gate, came to find the tomb of the nine Yin of candles. Go away."

In the distance of the abyss, Yang Feng's loud voice still came like a flood. After hearing this voice, the barefoot immortal looked up slightly and said majestically, "my immortal is here. Who dares to be presumptuous? We scattered people, as well as the strong ones of the holy sword palace, must get the treasures in the candle Jiuyin mausoleum."

"Yes, sect leader Yang, this treasure is ours." Jianxiong is also dignified.

"Yes!"

The rest of the experts nodded solemnly, and then stood beside them like stars supporting the moon, as if cheering for them.

Whoosh!

In the void, a figure came quickly.

Boom!

With a loud noise, a man with disheveled hair was hit heavily on the ground.

"Green leaf scattered person, how is it you?" The barefoot immortal was slightly surprised. The green leaf scattered man was also an expert. How could he be thrown down from the high air like a pig's head and hit the ground heavily.

Jianxiong was also slightly surprised and said, "green leaves scattered people, what's the matter with you?"

"Yang, Yang, Yang......"

Lying on the ground, the green leaf scattered man looked up hard, looked painfully at Jianxiong and the barefoot immortal, and said painfully, "Yang Feng is too powerful. We are not his opponents. All the people we ambush outside are dead."

"What, they're all dead. Isn't there any left?"

Jianxiong was shocked. Most of the experts who ambushed outside were from his holy sword palace. Only a few were members of other casual practitioners. Because they wanted to get the treasures in the candle nine Yin mausoleum, they divided their work and cooperated. Some of them ambushed outside to stop outsiders, while they planned to enter the candle nine Yin mausoleum by themselves.

"They are all... Dead. They were all shocked to death by the Lord Yang."

Patter!

At the end of the speech, the green leaf scattered people died.

"Sisi!"

Those masters took a breath one after another. Yang Feng was too powerful, too terrible and too powerful. It was just a roar that shocked the strong people who were ambushed outside. It should be noted that there were at least dozens of strong people who were ambushed outside.

But dozens of powerful experts were shocked to death by Yang Feng.

Whoosh!

In the void, three figures came quickly, and these three were Yang Feng, Saint Laurent and LAN blood dragon.

Hoo Hoo!

The strong wind blew, and Yang Feng took them with him. It was as if the gods came and fell in the void. Standing on the earth, he looked at the people with deep eyes and dignity. The spirit of saints quickly filled the air and said, "why do you stop me, these mole ants?"

Saint!

Pooh!

The barefoot immortal almost vomited blood. Isn't Yang Feng the twelve strong Yuanshen? Why is he a saint? It turned out that when Yang Feng was promoted to the sect of Kunlun and became a quasi saint, the barefoot immortal and Jianxiong had left the first world.

For these practitioners, due to the fast flight speed, they left the first world quickly. Therefore, they did not know that Yang Feng had been promoted to quasi saint and later became a saint.

"Say, who gave you the courage to let you stop me?"

Boom!

Yang Feng's majestic voice came, strong holy Qi, like a tidal wave, diffuse and suppress‘

"Saint... Saint!"

"The real saint!"

These experts were frightened and looked at the barefoot immortal and Jianxiong.

Seeing everyone looking at himself, the barefoot immortal was a little impatient. He couldn't help it. He just pretended to be too forced, so he can't come forward now.

"Ha ha, it's Yang clan leader. It's a misunderstanding."

At the end of his speech, the barefoot immortal walked over. The broken fan in his hand gently incited him, and smiled smartly and said, "Lord Yang, I'm a Chinese Ranger and barefoot immortal. I hope you can give me a face. Don't take the previous things to heart."

Not far away, those masters looked at the barefoot immortal with envy. The immortal still had face. This is the advantage of strength.

Daxian can come forward in person and ask Yang Feng to give face, but they dare not. Because their strength is not strong, they dare not ask Yang Feng to give face.

"What did you just say?" Yang Feng asked.

"Ha ha!"

The barefoot immortal continued to incite the fan in his hand, pretending to be an expert, and continued: "I just said that I am a barefoot immortal of the Chinese Ranger. I hope you can give me a face. Don't worry about those things before, how about it?"

Pop!

Yang Feng slapped back and hit him heavily.

"Ah!"

The barefoot immortal screamed, was slapped and flew more than ten meters away, hit the ground heavily, and the fan in his hand also fell to the ground.

"This......"

The experts not far away were stunned. What's the matter? The barefoot immortal was beaten. He was slapped by Yang Feng and flew more than ten meters away. Before, they thought that the barefoot immortal had great face and Yang Feng would give face, but they didn't expect such a result.

Quiet!

silent!

No one dared to speak, and everyone bowed their heads.

"Yang Feng, you are so brave that you beat Ben Sanren and didn't give Ben Daxian face. I am..."

"Get out!"

Boom!

Yang Feng thought and killed the barefoot immortal directly. Then he said coldly, "what are you? You dare to let the sect leader give you face and call yourself a immortal."

A little scattered man, Ranger, claimed to be an immortal with bare feet and a broken fan. Therefore, Yang Feng was very upset and directly flew him to a place where he didn't know how far. As for life and death, it depends on his nature!

Even though he is the leader of Purdue gate and now promoted to a saint, he still dare not call himself an immortal.

After flying the barefoot immortal, Yang Feng looked at everyone with cold eyes and said, "the tomb of candle nine Yin must be touched by the people of Pudu sect. The rest leave."

WOW!

His whole body was filled with powerful holy Qi, which seemed to diffuse out like a tide, rolled away and suppressed the whole audience, while those experts were afraid to go out.

"Ha ha!"

In the crowd, Jianxiong smiled and came out and said, "Yang sect leader, I'm Jianxiong, the elder of Shengjian palace, my Shengjian palace. I'd like you to join hands with Pudu gate and enter the candle nine Yin mausoleum together. If you get the treasure, 40% and 60% of my Shengjian Palace belong to you, Pudu gate."

"Together?!"

Yang Feng smiled coldly. It was a joke. How could he join hands with the holy sword palace? If it was Luocha Jingzhai, Yang Feng would naturally join hands, but this sect with festivals was not qualified to join hands with him.

"Yes, together." Jianxiong smiled.

"Are you qualified?" Yang Feng asked.

Jianxiong was furious and said discontentedly, "master Yang, I am also the elder of Shengjian palace, the leader of Shengjian palace and Xinghun sword saint. Although they have fallen, there are still many strong people in our sect. Even if you are strong, don't deceive people too much. Otherwise, my holy sword palace will destroy you! "

Boom!

Click!

Yang Feng threw a fist into the air, and a big golden hand directly smashed the void.

In the broken void, the golden fist pounded down at the sword, and the power of magic surged like the water of a river.

"Ten thousand swords belong to the sect!"

Jianxiong looked surprised. He immediately showed tens of thousands of sword spirit and firmly protected him. In fact, he couldn't understand why Yang Feng was so grumpy. He took action when he didn't agree. There was no room for discussion. He was like a barbarian.

Buzzing, buzzing!

Tens of thousands of sword Qi, like a huge lotus platform, protects the sword male in it.

"It's a small sword array. It's said that thousands of swords belong to the sect. It's easy to laugh. Break it for me!"

Break it!

Broken!

Boom!

Yang Feng's golden fist continued to smash down, directly smashing thousands of sword Qi of Jianxiong.

Click!

The broken sword Qi and fragments fell down like snowflakes in the void.

"I didn't expect the Kendo of your holy sword palace to be so rubbish."

As Yang Feng's cold voice came, his golden fist turned into a huge palm and grabbed Jianxiong directly.

"Lord Yang, spare your life."

Jianxiong was shocked and anxiously begged for mercy because he was worried about being killed by Yang Feng. The previous barefoot immortal just asked for face, but he was killed by Yang Feng, but he asked to cooperate with Purdue gate.

Boom!

Yang Feng hit Jianxiong heavily on the ground, looked at him with cold eyes and said, "I won't kill you, because your holy sword palace has a special sword refining secret, and my Xuanyuan sword is defective. After I return to the first world, I will go to your holy sword palace in person. If you can restore Xuanyuan sword to me, the holy sword palace can live, otherwise it will be destroyed."

"Yes, sect leader Yang, I will try my best."

Sword xiongla shrugged his head and stood aside in frustration.

"Do you know why your dog is still alive?" Yang Feng asked.

"Yes, yes."

Jianxiong nodded constantly and said, "because the Xuanyuan sword of Yang sect leader needs to be repaired by my holy sword palace."

"Then get out of here. Can you touch the tomb of the great God of nine yin?" Yang Feng angrily scolded.