Chapter 5469

"What are you talking about?"

Hearing this, Liao Tiansheng and the other seven villains also showed a look of horror. Shangguan Hengyu, Shangguan Huandu, father and son, and the Dharma protectors were even more shocked.

In front of this young man, he... He actually claimed that he was Wutian devil, Zhang Wutian?

At the moment, they all subconsciously think that Zhang Xiaofan is just boasting, which is a big joke. OK!

However, compared with other people on the scene, only Zhong Lihen's pupil contracted into a dangerous needle shape, and his body shape was out of control. He stepped back several steps.

"You... Don't you..."

"Are you really the Wutian devil, Zhang Wutian, who ranks first in the gold list of Chinese cultivation world?"

At the moment, Zhong Lihen's seemingly uncoordinated brain bag has long been occupied by the cold sweat of the size of soybeans.

Perhaps, in the eyes of others, Zhang Xiaofan's previous words are tantamount to "bragging force", but he Zhong Lihen does not think so.

You know, "Master Zhang" in Jiangnan, the devil without heaven and Zhang Wu Tian, is only at the age of weak crown. He is arrogant and arrogant. No one is qualified to be in his eyes.

The description of Zhang Xiaofan was made by a close friend who went to Xizi Lake in Hangzhou that day to watch the great war between Zhang Wutian and Qin Zongheng.

However, the image of Zhang Xiaofan in front of him is no different from that of his friends.

In the face of such a powerful fighting group.

There is also himself, who is No.16 in the golden list of the Chinese cultivation world. He is still the one who dares to talk wildly and let them go.

In addition to Zhang Wutian, who is arrogant and arrogant, is there a second person who can be so heroic?!

"Boy, you keep saying that you are the world famous hero, Wutian devil, Zhang Wutian?"

"Then I said, I'm still an old man. Ha ha ha ha --!! "

Old song grinned and could not help but sneer.

"Pa --!"

However, before Song Laogui could smile more, the wild smile on his thin face was frozen.

Only see, Zhang Xiaofan toward song Laogui's head remote stretched out a finger, and then put down.

The next moment, everyone is very clear to see.

There was a visible blood hole in the temple of the old ghost of that Song Dynasty, and the red blood flowed out of it.

Before he died, he had no time to say a last word, that is, he fell on his back and never lived again.

"Noisy --!"

Zhang Xiaofan turned his lips, and his tone was calm and relaxed.

It seems that what he killed before was not a true cultivator who had already reached the five Qi Dynasty yuan and concentrated on the realm of mind, but like killing a chicken

At the moment, a crowd of onlookers nearby were even more scared to stay in place, speechless.

And Lin yun'er is more beautiful eyes round stare, eyes rippling with deep unbelievable color, as if all can't believe what happened in front of their eyes.

Only song Laogui, who is still with a little bit of body temperature, tells all this silently