Chapter 800

The venerable one is so rare. The venerable seven heavens are even more rare.

As for the false saint, it is even more rare.

But at the moment, there suddenly appeared a pseudo saint and two venerable seven heavens. How can it not be surprising and unexpected.

"Well... You are..." Xing Mo frowned slightly.

The black robed swordsman can break his attack with one sword. Obviously, his strength will not be weaker than him.

But Xingmo doesn't remember that he once provoked such opponents.

"I'll protect this person."

The black robed swordsman looked cold. Holding the sword, he didn't talk much. His tone was cold and his eyes looked at ye guchen.

"The pseudo Saint strongman wants to protect ye guchen?"

All the onlookers looked surprised and set off a storm in their hearts.

When did ye guchen know the pseudo Saint strong?

Even ye guchen himself looked at the black swordsman in surprise.

He hasn't seen this man, let alone talk about friendship.

Moreover, with his pseudo Saint strength, it is impossible to have anything to do with ye guchen and other martial artists in the life and death gateway.

"Hum, Leng qianhen, the lone cloud sword saint, has been making friends with these mole ants since when." elder Xinggu took a deep look at the black robed swordsman and said faintly.

"What... Lonely cloud sword saint?"

"It's the famous swordsman who practiced alone and became a strong pseudo saint, known as the solitary cloud swordsman!"

The whole audience sounded one after another.

"Is he Leng qianhen, the sword saint of Guyun? The Kendo alliance has invited him. Unfortunately, he is too cold and arrogant. He comes and goes alone and disdains to join the Kendo alliance."

Jian Jiu was also slightly surprised and looked at the cold thousand marks.

The sword Dynasty, as a sword cultivation country in the southern sky region, gathered many strong Kendo players in its Kendo alliance.

Lengqianhen was originally the object that the Kendo alliance wanted to invite to join.

But it's a pity that lengqianhen doesn't bother to join and prefers to practice alone.

In the southern region of heaven, although most of the strong are concentrated in the overlord forces or the top dynasties.

But there are also a few people who practice alone.

Among them, there are also some great opportunists who have made great achievements, and there is also the existence of rebellion against heaven.

Leng Qianxian, the solitary cloud sword saint, is a pseudo Saint swordsman of scattered cultivation.

"And you, Lord Hongyun Zhai, do you want to protect this evil barrier like lengqianhen?" the elder Xinggu turned to look at the beautiful woman in palace clothes.

The beautiful women in palace clothes are smiling and singing.

"What about you, Huangfu Dingtao, are you too?" the elder Xinggu frowned, not angry.

The middle-aged man in gold nodded faintly.

"Oh, my God, those two people are Lord Hongyun Zhai and Huangfu Dingtao. They are also two very famous scattered practitioners. What's the matter? The three of them will appear together to protect ye guchen."

With the ancient star elder pointing out their identity, the surrounding crowd also sounded bursts of exclamations.

Because these three are all well-known strong men in scattered cultivation, and their names move the southern regions of heaven.

But today, they all came to protect ye guchen, which is puzzling.

Even if lengqianxian is a swordsman, maybe he can have a little relationship with ye guchen.

But Lord Hongyun Zhai and Huangfu Dingtao are not sword repair at all. They can't get together with ye guchen and others.

Everyone is extremely confused.

"What's going on?" ye guchen was also confused.

"Silly boy, when did you know so many strong men?" Su Jianshi also had a feeling of survival.

"Hum, do you really want to protect this person? He provoked Xingyu sword Pavilion, tianshenjian sect and my Dongfang aristocratic family. If you want to intervene, you can weigh it." Dongfang Aoyang snorted coldly.

The three heard the speech.

Cold thousand marks have no expression, as cold as ever.

The faces of Huangfu Dingtao and Hongyun Zhai master changed slightly.

Lengqianhen's strength reaches the pseudo saint. Even if they offend the overlord forces a little, they won't force too much. After all, the pseudo saint is still very powerful.

But the two of them are just the venerable qichongtian. Although they are already very strong, they obviously can't let the overlord forces have any scruples.

"It's just a matter of being entrusted by others and being loyal to others. If a baby in the mysterious pass of life and death is released, what can he do?" Huangfu Dingtao said slightly in a relaxed tone.

"That old man must want him to die, do you dare to stop?" the supreme emperor Xingmo said coldly.

He hates ye guchen to the bone.

A powerful false holy threat swept out. Both the Lord of Hongyun Zhai and Huangfu Dingtao were shocked back, and their faces were a little ugly, so they couldn't help turning to cold marks.

"Hum... You can have a try!"

Cold thousand marks gave a cold hum, and the whole body took up the cold sword Qi like frost, as if to freeze the void.

"Cold thousand marks, your cold frost sword is more and more perfect."

As soon as elder Xinggu shook his sleeves, the frost like sword Qi dissipated.

"It's a matter of being entrusted to be loyal to others? Who can please the three of you?" Dongfang Aoyang said with questioning eyes.

Lord Hongyun Zhai and Huangfu Dingtao are not afraid.

But Leng qianhen's character is notoriously cold, and there is no difference.

There is such a pseudo saint of Kendo who intervenes. The three elders of Xinggu have some trouble dealing with ye guchen.

"Ha ha... After such a long time, everyone really forgot me."

Just then, in the distant sky, an old hoarse voice sounded again.

Hearing this sound, ye guchen suddenly looked surprised.

Everyone's eyes gathered at the same time, with a look of interest.

After all, when such strong people touch each other, they must be strong people like cold thousand marks.

But to everyone's surprise.

What appeared was an old man with white hair and beard, smelling of wine and holding a wine gourd.

"Who is this man?" everyone was stunned, as if they had seen a ghost.

This bad old man, although his breath has reached the level of venerable, it is not particularly powerful.

About one or two days, far less than Hongyun Zhai Lord and Huangfu Dingtao.

"Old drunkard!"

Ye guchen whispered.

The old man is an old drunkard he hasn't seen for a long time.

"Boy, meet again." the old drunkard smiled at ye guchen.

"Who is this old man? What's his relationship with ye guchen? How can he ask the Guyun sword saint to do it?"

All the fighters looked confused and forced.

If you just invite the venerable, that's fine.

But it's not so easy to invite the strong.

"This time, thank you three. I sent messages to so many people. Only you three came. Tut Tut, the world is hot..." the old wine ghost said to lengqianhen and shook his head.

"My solitary cold sword was forged by you. I owe you a favor. It's just to be repaid this time."

Leng qianhen said, holding the solitary cold sword in his arms.

The other two nodded slightly.

"You... You are forging Tianfeng!" elder Xinggu glanced at the old drunkard, frowned and thought for a moment, suddenly remembered something, his face suddenly changed and said.

"What, forging Tianfeng, is it that forging Tianfeng?" Xingmo was also stunned.

And Oriental Aoyang also looks sluggish.

When all the martial artists heard the words "forging Tianfeng", their faces froze at the same time. Then they widened their eyes and stared at the old drunkard.

"He... He is the eight Star Casting master, the famous master of South forging, forging Tianfeng!"