Chapter 37

Seeing the crazy appearance of Hao Dan, the young leader of Yin ghost sect, everyone was silent.

"You lost." The road drew and stopped, calmly.

You lost!

Lu Yiping's voice echoed over the hall.

The voice was flat, but it sounded loud in the ears of Hao Dan, the young leader of the Yin ghost sect, and everyone.

Lu Yiping put away the secrets of Tianxiang Shenyu fist and time Shenquan, and he didn't know when he had a sword in his hand.

"Red flame sword!" An old ancestor of the fire gate was surprised.

All eyes fell on the red flame sword.

The hall was silent again.

A smell of death began to fill the hall.

Wan Hong, the young master of thousands of families, only felt his throat was dry. It was difficult to make a smooth road. Do you really want to kill the young master of Yin ghost sect?!

The Big Dipper Emperor Zhou Dingtian hesitated for a moment and said with difficulty, "Master Lu, it's a matter of elegance that you and Lord Hao Dan celebrate with the piano. I think it's better to forget about gambling and fighting."

However, before the Big Dipper Emperor Zhou Dingtian finished speaking, suddenly, the sword light flashed up.

Sword light, fiery red!

When the sword light disappears.

When the crowd looked, they saw Hao Danzheng, the young leader of the Yin ghost sect, covering his throat and looking at Lu Yiping incredulously. The golden blood was pouring from his throat.

"You!" Hao Dan, the young leader of Yin ghost sect, pointed to Lu Yiping.

Then his whole head rolled down from his neck and onto the center of the hall.

Blood, constantly gushing.

Hall, dyed red.

Seeing the head of Hao Dan, the young leader of Yin ghost sect, rolling down, everyone was stunned.

Even the Beidou emperor, Zhou Dingtian, Wan Hong, the young master of thousands of families, the lady of flowers and others were startled and stiff.

There is a sense of collapse.

Hao Dan, the young leader of Yin ghost sect, died like this?

No one could see how Lu Yiping made his sword.

But just now, everyone didn't feel the fluctuation of divine power.

"Little, little Lord!" Yin ghost Zong batian, and long Tian couldn't believe looking at Hao Dan's body.

Batian and long Tian swallowed pills, and their injuries have recovered a lot.

Yin ghost Zong batian and long Tian glared at Lu Yiping, but no one dared to fight in the end.

"Lu Yiping, another day, our Yin ghost sect and Youming prison masters will visit you again!" After a moment of silence, Na batian said, with a low voice and red eyes.

Hearing that long Tian mentioned the prison of the nether world again, the hearts of the people in the hall trembled.

Yin ghost sect, indeed, came together with Youming prison!

Lu Yiping heard the speech and smiled, "then I'll wait."

The four men of batian took the body of Hao Dan, the young leader of the Yin ghost sect, broke into the air and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Looking at several people of the Yin ghost sect who disappeared in the sky, the hall was silent. No one spoke, and no one dared to break the silence first.

Hall, a depression.

Lu Yiping took a photo with both hands, took the space ring of Hao Dan, the yin-yang ghost sect, and the photo of the yin-yang stove in front of him, and then threw them all to Zhang Jin, Zhao Wen, Wei Bing, Chen Yongyuan, and even the yin-yang stove to Zhao Wen.

Seeing that Lu Yiping really gave everything to the four of Zhang Jin, even the yin-yang stove was no exception, and they were in a mixed mood.

Lu Yiping said to Zhou Dingtian, the Big Dipper, "today is the celebration of the Big Dipper Empire, but I let the blood stain the hall. Please forgive me, the Big Dipper."

Hearing this, the emperor of the Big Dipper Zhou Dingtian was flattered and quickly waved his hand: "Prince Lu is kind. There's nothing wrong. Just now Prince Lu's Qin Xian song will become a story of Hengyuan. It's a blessing for you and me to listen to Prince Lu's Qin Xian song!"

Lu Yiping heard the speech and smiled.

Later, Zhou Dingtian asked his men to quickly clean up the hall, and then the celebration continued.

And the news of Lu Yiping in the main hall and Hao danbiqin, the little patriarch of the Yin ghost sect, soon spread to the inner hall, the square, and the entire imperial capital.

The original bustling streets in the capital city became quiet.

Although the celebration continued, due to the occurrence of Hao Dan, the little patriarch of the Yin ghost sect, everyone in the main hall was on pins and needles and uneasy.

And previously, like Hao Dan, the young leader of the Yin ghost sect, some masters who had a murderous intention to Lu Yiping sat there with more fear.

Even Wan Hong, the young master of thousands of families, can hardly suppress the fear in his heart.

However, because Lu Yiping didn't leave, no one in the hall dared to ask to leave.

Finally, it was not easy to endure until the end of the celebration.

Seeing the end of the celebration, even the Beidou Emperor Zhou Dingtian himself was obviously relieved.

When Lu Yiping and his party left, the Big Dipper Emperor Zhou Dingtian personally saw them off and sent them outside the gate of the imperial palace.

Watching the Taurus chariot gradually go far, the Big Dipper Emperor Zhou Dingtian's face was complicated.

In his mind, he kept thinking about the moment when Hao Dan, the young leader of the Yin ghost sect, fell.

Recall Lu Yiping's sword light.

It was not until the Taurus chariot disappeared that Zhou Ding, the Great Dipper, sighed.

He suddenly wanted to slap himself in the face. If he hadn't invited Lu Yiping, it wouldn't have happened to Hao Dan, the young leader of the Yin ghost sect.

Now, Hao Dan, the young leader of Yin ghost sect, is dead!

He can imagine the world stirring up.

At that time, the Yin ghost sect will definitely send experts, or even a large army. Thinking that the Yin ghost sect may come, his scalp tingles.

Over the past few hundred years, the Heng Yuan level has been relatively calm, but after today, the Heng Yuan level is afraid that it can no longer be calm.

After the celebration of the Beidou Empire, almost all the masters who had planned to stay in the capital for some time left the capital in a hurry.

A day ago, the Beidou imperial capital, which was originally very lively, suddenly became much colder.

Even the original residents of the imperial capital closed their doors.

After leaving the imperial capital, Wan Hong, the young master of the ten thousand families, and a group of masters of the ten thousand families stopped for a moment on a mountain peak.

"Uncle Peng, what do you think is the realm of Lu Yiping?" Wan Hong, the young master of thousands of families, asked an old man next to him.

This time, not only did Hao Dan, the young leader of Yin ghost sect, bring Zhenshen realm masters, but he also brought Wan Peng, the old man beside him.

Wan Peng, the old man, was an expert in the early days of Zhenshen. Recalling Lu Ping's sword, his eyes were suspicious, but he didn't speak for a long time, because he really couldn't judge.

"Also, how can he be the golden flame divine fist of our 10000 families when the road is flat!" Wan Hongshen, the leader of thousands of families, said.

Thousands of masters were silent.

"Has the news been reported to the Lord?" Wan Peng, the old man, looked dignified.

It's very serious that the secret golden flame divine fist, which is not spread by all families, was learned by outsiders.

"I have reported it to my father. It is estimated that my father has entered the ancestral land and reported it to my grandfather." Thousands of families are in charge of thousands of Hongdao.

At this time, the ancestral land of ten thousand families.

Wan Cheng, the head of the Wan family, is respectfully reporting the matter of the Beidou emperor palace to Wan Wudi.

"Will the golden flame divine fist fight in a draw?!" Wanwudi was also surprised to hear the report.

The golden flame divine fist can only be learned by the owners of thousands of families, and it is impossible to spread it outside.

Is it a certain master of the 10000 families who passed this golden flame divine fist out?