Chapter 6602

Zhang Xiaofan stood with his hands down, his black eyes like stars in the deep sky.

His eyes narrowed slightly. He raised his eyes and looked at the ancestral place of Shengquan gate behind the altar. He sneered and said.

"I've been hiding in it for so long, and I'm not going to show up yet?"

"Do you really want to wait until I kill you up and down, let me catch you out!"

Zhang Xiaofan's indifferent eyes looked directly at the back of the holy boxing platform, and his voice was indifferent with a deep sense of provocation.

After hearing this, everyone was stunned one after another. It seemed that all the disciples of the holy boxing gate suddenly realized something at this moment, and their eyes burst out with brilliant light, as if they were looking forward to something.

"Brother Zhang, who is he talking to?"

For a moment, Wang Yuanping is also very confused. Mu Bingyun and Chen Feixue are also looking at each other from each other's faces. They all see a deep loss from each other's faces.

"Lizi, it's too much for you to do that..."

Behind the altar, there came an old voice with deep anger at the moment.

This voice is vast and profound, just like the voice of a God, but it reveals a very powerful and amazing sense of authority.

"Whew --!"

A red streamer flew out from behind the Shentai, and finally turned into a human figure, falling heavily on the ruins of the square.

Under his feet, he fell to the ground like a giant, which made the already broken earth sink a few feet at this moment!

All of them followed the reputation. Then they saw an old man with white hair and beard, but his upper body was bare. He was standing only 15 or 6 meters away from Zhang Xiaofan.

Although the old man is old, his muscles are extremely dangerous. His fierce bronze color seems to contain explosive terrorist force in a muscle. It's like casting copper water. It's frightening!

The old man, from his appearance to the present moment, has never shown any frightening breath.

However, since he has appeared, all the people present can obviously feel the unspeakable terror and oppression coming to them. That kind of oppression is more from the oppression of the soul!

In particular, for all the disciples of the holy boxing sect, they showed deep respect and respect one by one. They prostrated down and knelt down one after another, and saluted them three times and nine times.

As if, what they are facing is not a white haired old man, but their belief and the spirit in their mind!

"Suzerain --!"

Previously, by Zhang Xiaofan a side leg to directly hit into the ground under the three elders of the holy boxing door is aware of this familiar breath.

He climbed out of the pit with great difficulty and spat out a mouthful of blood. He was as angry as a gossamer at the silver haired old man.

Smell speech, silver hair old person also just glanced at that Saint boxing door three elder, just slightly nodded, but didn't half cent want to come forward to give a helping hand meaning.

Then, the old man once again set his eyes on Zhang Xiaofan. He took a deep breath and said in a cold voice.

"Although I have lived in the mountains for a long time, I have never asked about the affairs of the world for many years, but I have long heard of the great name of you Wutian