Chapter 771

"What do I see? Am I crazy or is the world crazy?"

Everyone was crazy, especially the disciples of Jianzong talin, who almost roared.

The elder martial brother of their sect killed the three venerable masters with one sword!

And they are all from overlord forces!

This is a hearty and refreshing!

Keep you high?

Let you judge people's life and death at will?

Those who regard ye guchen as fish, whether song Yuyao or Li Pei, are dead.

"Elder martial brother ye, you can really create miracles!"

Ji Ling, Chu Qingchi and others were also shocked. They felt that their blood was going to burn.

Ye guchen, I really want to go against my life!

"Ye guchen..." Yan Wushuang was shocked and sighed.

But there is no doubt that ye guchen has turned into an indelible mark in her mind.

However, she is also sad, because compared with Su Jianshi, her contribution to ye guchen is really insignificant.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

The face of the eastern rising sun was purple and even scolded three damn words.

Although they are members of the Oriental aristocratic family, they are only branches, and there are not many heavenly palace dignitaries.

But now, two people died at once.

The rising sun in the East is almost crazy, with red eyes.

"Brother Xuri, what should I do?" Dongfang Ziyun was also flustered.

She wanted to take ye guchen as a scapegoat, but she didn't count that ye guchen still hid such a means.

"Damn it, it's all you bitch. If you didn't encourage me, how could I come here and how could the two elders fall like this!"

Dongfang sunrise couldn't help but slap Dongfang Ziyun in the face.

Dongfang Ziyun was violently thrown away, and Jiao Mei's cheeks were swollen and blue.

She was biting her teeth. Her internal organs were burning with anger, but she didn't dare to show it.

However, at this time, the Deacon Zheng Gu, who had fled far, came back.

"What about the little evil animal?" Zheng Gu's face was even more ugly when he felt many strange and obscure eyes around him.

As the deacon of Xingyu sword Pavilion, he was scared away by the Tianjiao of a low Dynasty who lived and died in the gateway. Zheng Gu's face was afraid to be lost.

But just now, Zheng Gu was really afraid. After all, even Li Peng, whose cultivation was higher than him, was killed by a sword.

But looking back carefully, Zheng Gu found that.

Ye guchen can't use that power continuously, let alone at will.

Otherwise, as early as the beginning, ye guchen could do it directly.

Thinking of this, Zheng Gu turned back.

"Deacon Zheng Gu, those people of Ye guchen have escaped and don't know where to go." Zhou Heng also wants to understand, and his face is cold.

"Never mind, they can't escape far. I'll inform the elder Xinggu in the pavilion to come." Zheng Gu's face was cold and gnashing his teeth.

If you don't kill ye guchen, what's the face of Xingyu sword pavilion.

"Want to disturb the ancient star elder?" Zhou Heng's face changed.

Elder Xinggu is a strong pseudo saint.

In the major overlord forces, the saints hardly care about the world, concentrate on latent cultivation, or travel around to find opportunities to go to a higher level.

Therefore, most of those who preside over the overall situation in zongnei are pseudo Saint strongmen.

Zhou Heng didn't expect that killing ye guchen would disturb the ancient elder Xinggu to come.

"What do you know? Nine times out of ten, that girl is the remnant of the Su family. The golden ancient sword is probably the emperor's sword that the God sword sect has been looking for!" Zheng Gu said angrily.

At the beginning, the collapse of the Su family was a shocking event that shook the southern heaven. Naturally, deacons of Xingyu sword Pavilion like him have heard of it.

He didn't recognize it at first, but now he thinks it straight.

"It's so." Zhou Heng thought about the dead song Yuyao.

"Inform Gu Shaoyang of this news. He's afraid he's going to die of anger." Zhou Heng smiled coldly in his heart.

Song Yuyao's death is a pity for him, but song Yuyao is not his woman after all.

On the contrary, Gu Shaoyang will definitely be angry.

Thinking of this, Zhou Heng picked up the communication jade slips.

On the other hand, the rising sun in the east also had a cold face and decided to inform the collateral family owners to come.

Even on the side of Tianxing Dynasty, Prince Xinghong asked, "is Grandpa Huang free? Let him come too. With the strength of Grandpa Huang's pseudo saint, ye guchen will die!"

"Do you want to disturb the supreme emperor?" even the two heavenly kings were surprised.

"We must get rid of Ye guchen, or there will be great disasters in the future." Prince Xinghong had to admit that he was really afraid of Ye guchen growing up, even though he was no longer willing.

Ye guchen is a leader of lianba. He dares to exist hard. The Tianxing Dynasty can only wipe out the root if it provokes such a great enemy.

"And I also got two ancient sword orders. Coupled with the changes in the wilderness plain, maybe there may be an ancient famous sword. It's safer for Grandpa Huang to come." Prince Xinghong said.

Today's event has alarmed all forces.

Xingyu sword Pavilion, the collateral of Oriental aristocratic families and Tianxing dynasty all informed the strong of each family.

For a time, everyone felt that this small Shengyuan dynasty would become a place where wind and rain were coming.

In the next few days.

What happened in the Purple Forbidden mountain, almost at the speed of plague, spread throughout the whole dynasty, especially in the southern region of heaven, causing a small-scale sensation.

After all, some people dare to challenge the majesty of overlord forces, and they are also the pride of a lower Dynasty, which adds a touch of legend to the matter.

Everyone knows that next, ye guchen will completely bear the towering anger of overlord forces.

No one can save him!

The news that broke out with this, as well as the death of the ancient magic city in the wilderness plain, has eroded less than half of the dynasty, and a large area of land has become the magic land on earth.

Countless mortals, even low-level warriors, were involved in death and eroded.

For a time, the whole Shengyuan Dynasty, like boiling, became the center of the eye of the storm.

Shengyuan Dynasty, imperial capital.

Today's imperial capital is no longer prosperous. After situ Hongxue's bloody washing of the Imperial Palace and the fall of Yuan Lord and others, the whole imperial capital has also fallen into chaos and noise.

In front of a tavern in the imperial capital.

A loud cry rang out.

"You dead old man, never give money for drinking, only credit. Get out of here!"

A waiter kicked a dirty old man out.

"What is credit, old man? I paid off my debt with this hammer!" shouted the old drunkard at the top of his voice.

"Get out, get out with your broken hammer!"

A hammer was thrown out and hit the old drunkard on the head.

"Ouch!" the old drunkard fell to the ground and touched his head.

Instead, he put away his hammer, stood up as if nothing had happened, and patted the dust on his body.

His dimly drunk eyes glanced in one direction.

That direction is the direction of the Purple Forbidden mountain.

"My half cheap apprentice can really cause trouble. Xingyu sword Pavilion and people of Dongfang aristocratic family dare to kill, but don't die. The old man wants you to help me fulfill my wish."

"I've been silent for so long. I don't know how many people in the southern heaven are willing to sell my southern forging master and forge Tianfeng's face. The old man can help you. That's the only old face..."

The old drunkard... No, it should be called Duan Tianfeng. He shook his head and laughed. Holding the residual half gourd wine, he staggered away.

No one in the Shengyuan Dynasty knew about this drunken, down and out old man.

It was the eight grade foundry master who was once as famous as beiyanqi Huangxiao Gongshu.

South forging master, forging Tianfeng!