Lu Yiping came to Tianjie and followed the crowd.
As the ten thousand World Congress is approaching, there are many more heavenly soldiers and generals patrolling around Tianjie street.
Just as Lu Yiping walked forward with the crowd, he suddenly heard the people in front of him whispering.
"Someone is fighting in front!"
"It seems that the people of Tianyuan gate bumped into Ma Shuai's son, and now they are being slapped by Ma Shuai's son! The people of Tianyuan gate have fallen into blood mold, and unexpectedly bumped into Ma Shuai's son!"
The voice of the previous discussion passed into Lu Yiping's ears.
Lu Yiping's face sank.
Tianyuan sect is the sect created by his eldest disciple, but few people know about it.
Lu Yiping walked ahead, and then lined up the crowded crowd.
Ma Rong was Ma Teng's second son. At this time, he was having two men grasp the arm of a Tianyuan sect disciple, and then slapped the Tianyuan sect disciple in the face.
Under the crazy fan of Ma Rong, the face of the Tianyuan sect disciple had already been completely deformed by the fan.
Although the strength of Lu Yiping's eldest disciple is not weak, it is only the peak of the late Tianzun. He has not yet become a saint. Although the power of Tianyuan gate in the celestial world is not weak, it is much worse than Ma Teng, the Chief Marshal of Tianting.
Therefore, when the Tianyuan sect disciple learned that it was Ma Rong he collided with, he dared not resist and stood there, letting Ma Rong fan wildly.
Just as Ma Rong raised his hand and continued to fan, his suddenly raised hand was gripped.
Ma Rong wanted to take out his palm, but he couldn't move it any more. He couldn't help turning his head angrily and scolding at the same time, "who the hell is looking for death!"
Turning around, he saw a young man in a blue shirt holding his hand and looking at him coldly, which made his heart afraid.
Ma Rong shouted at the guards around him, "are you dead? Why are you still waiting? Kill this boy for me!" The guards around Ma Rong woke up, but as soon as Ma Rong and his guards rushed to the front of the first level of the road, they all caught fire, and were instantly wrapped in a golden flame and swallowed!
Ma Rong and his guards screamed, but in the blink of an eye, they were burned clean, not even ashes.
At the sight of the strong around, everyone was shocked. Among Ma Rong's 40 or 50 guards, almost all of them were immortal emperors, and several invincible immortal emperors were all instantly burned.
After Ma Rong was stunned, his face also changed color in surprise.
Lu Yiping's eyes were cold, and he squeezed Ma Rong's hand to pieces with a strong hand. Then, he pinched the other party's neck: "can Ma Teng be in the house now?"
Ma Rong was surprised and angry. Even in the face of Lu Yiping's murderous eyes, he didn't dare to say cruel words. He nodded in horror and said that he was in the handsome mansion.
Lu Yiping flicked his finger and flew Ma Rong. In midair, Ma Rong turned into a blood mist.
Everyone was stunned.
Including the disciple of Tianyuan sect.
Lu Yiping ignored the crowd, broke through the air and came to Mateng's Marshal's house.
Ma Teng is the Grand Marshal of Tianting and the chief Grand Marshal of Tianting, so his Grand Marshal's mansion is accompanied by the central area of Tiangong, and covers a huge area, with great momentum and brilliance.
When Lu Yiping came to marshal's mansion, he saw Ma Teng's Marshal's mansion was extremely lively, and an endless stream of people came to visit it.
As the Chief Marshal of Tianting, Ma Teng is also Haotian's right-hand man. Therefore, almost all the strong men from all walks of life who came to attend the Wanjie conference came to visit Ma Teng.
Not to mention that Ma Teng is the peak strong man in the late stage of becoming a saint, but Ma Teng is Haotian's big red man. Who doesn't want to climb it?
At this time, Ma Teng was in the hall of Marshal's mansion, receiving the strong from all walks of life who came to visit, and his face was full of spring.
Lu Yiping lifted his steps and walked towards the gate of Ma Tengyuan's mansion.
When he came to the gate of Marshal's mansion, Lu Yiping was stopped by Ma Teng's guards.
Ma Teng's men asked Lu Yiping if he had a prayer post.
When Lu Yiping said no, Ma Teng's subordinate's face sank, and he was about to make way for Lu Yiping to get out of the way. When he didn't block the way of the people behind him, Lu Yiping suddenly punched out at random, and the fist waves rolled, directly lifting the gate of Ma Teng's Marshal's mansion. Then, he blasted through rockeries and palaces, and directly blasted to the deepest part of Marshal's mansion.
Ma Teng was talking and laughing with the strong people from all walks of life who came to visit in the hall of Marshal's inner hall. Suddenly, he heard a loud noise, the Marshal's mansion shook, and then a scream, which could not help but start.
In the hall of the inner hall, the top figures from all walks of life were sitting. When they heard the loud noise, they all looked stunned.
Just when Ma Teng stood up in surprise, Ma Teng and a group of strong men in the hall saw a huge fist seal with rolling air waves rushing towards the inner hall at an amazing speed.
Ma Teng didn't have time to think more. He roared loudly, and suddenly his fists burst out. The holy power rolled and welcomed the huge fist seal.
But in an instant, the huge fist print scattered his fist print and rolled the horse with incredible speed.
Before Ma Teng could react, he was shot backward by the fist wave.
Lu Yiping's fist was wrapped around Ma Teng, and he blasted through the inner hall, then through the numerous palaces, and finally out of Ma Tengyuan's mansion.
Originally, in the hall of the inner hall, some people, like Ma Teng, tried to block the fist seal, but they were all blown away.
Looking down from high altitude, I saw a blank Avenue ploughed out in the middle of Ma Tengyuan's mansion.
In the hall, some strong men from all walks of life who escaped the disaster were stunned when they looked at Ma Teng who was blown away.
In the dust, Lu Yiping walked into Marshal's mansion.
"Saint of heaven and earth!" In the crowd, someone recognized Lu Yiping and exclaimed.
As soon as the voice came out, all the guests who came to the Marshal's mansion, the strong, all looked crazy, hurriedly hid, and some directly knelt down.
Lu Yiping walked slowly, passed through the dust of Marshal's mansion and came to Ma Teng. At this time, Ma Teng, who was blasted out of Marshal's mansion, was lying dying on the street of Tianjie.
With Lu Yiping's current strength, even if it's just an ordinary punch, a preaching Saint like Zhu Ling, the saint of golden thunder, can't bear it, let alone Ma Teng.
Although Ma Teng is the Chief Marshal of Tianting, he is only at the peak of the late holy period.
Lu Yiping looked at the dying Ma Teng in front of him, took it up, and then watched the memory fragments of Ma Teng. After reading the memory fragments of Ma Teng, Lu Yiping looked cold.
Sure enough, Longjiao Taurus is now in Haotian's hands and is imprisoned in Wanjie thunder prison.
The Wanjie thunder prison is located in the deep part of the heavenly palace, and it is also the most important prison in the fairy world. Because it is located in the deep part of the heavenly palace, the Wanjie thunder prison is heavily guarded, and countless strong people in the heaven are guarding it. Therefore, no one has ever been able to save people from the wanlei thunder prison.
Knowing that Longjiao Taurus is now imprisoned in Wanjie thunder prison, Lu Yiping snorted coldly, and with a flick of his finger, a road of fire flew out, incinerated the horse, and then stepped up in the air to fly to Wanjie thunder prison.
When Lu Yiping went to Wanjie thunder prison, Haotian in the heavenly palace also learned that Ma Teng was killed by Lu Yiping.
Haotian heard that Lu Yiping came and killed Ma Teng. His face was gloomy: "Lu Yiping, you are suicidal!"