Chapter 267

Click, click!

The powerful giant force, with the pure skill of iron war clothes for more than 100 years, seems to be pressing the top of Mount Tai, biting on Jun Bu Ren's shoulder.

At this time, Jun Bu Ren is like a little white rabbit falling into the mouth of a tiger. He can only be abused by others, but he can't move.

His face couldn't stop smoking. Jun was unkind, his forehead was cold sweat, and his eyebrows were twisted into a pimple.

Iron war clothes looked at him, and an iron claw tightened slowly and silently.

Jun Bu Ren was squeezed by the iron claw and began to tremble slightly in pain. Then the tremor increased. In the end, I couldn't bear it anymore. I cried out with a loud voice. My body was paralyzed in an instant, my face was white, and the cold sweat flowed like a waterfall.

"Very good!"

At this point, the iron battle clothes took back the iron claws, nodded lightly and said, "you can support my three success forces. Your strength is quite good. You are worthy of being a national teacher at a young age."

"I'm ashamed of my ancestral power!"

He quickly bowed down and said with a cowardly look.

Iron war clothes smiled coldly and continued: "I think your cultivation should be in the early stage of the first level of the war emperor or the early stage of the third level of the magic spirit. After all, the body bones of the warlock are much weaker than the soldiers."

"My grandfather's eyes are as sharp as a torch. His inhumanity is really the third level of early cultivation of the spirit!"

He bowed down and said with admiration on his face.

Tie Zhanyi smiled and raised his head proudly. This round of forced grid was really grand and heroic. It also demonstrated its strength and deterred the curfew.

Just a young man, even if he has good strength, he should be scared in front of me. He doesn't dare to engage in conspiracies secretly anymore, hum.

However, as soon as he said this, yeluyan on one side was suddenly stunned and doubted: "eh, no, master clearly said that you are the third-order peak cultivation of the magic spirit, and the great sacrifice is not your opponent. How can you say that you are only the early stage of the third-order magic spirit?"

"What?"

Hearing this, iron and clothes stared at the gentleman ruthlessly.

Jun Bu Ren was completely ignorant when he took a swipe of his face.

The third-order peak cultivation of Lao Tzu's magic spirit in malegobi has never appeared in front of people. How does the great Xia know?

He smacked his mouth twice. You were not benevolent and stopped talking for a moment.

Tie Zhanyi's face was slightly drawn, and his face was covered with clouds of hate.

At this moment, in the revelation of yeluyan, both of them lost their face.

Jun Buren thought he was well hidden, but he didn't expect to have been seen through by Yang Feng; Tie Zhanyi thinks that with his powerful momentum, no one dares to play Yin in front of him.

But unexpectedly, the National Teacher dared to hide his strength in front of himself, and he was exposed by a doll before he could see it.

As a hundred year old elder, I was cheated. My eyes are not as good as a doll. I'm ashamed!

He took a deep breath. His eyes were filled with anger and murmured, "national teacher, you dare to hide your strength in front of me. What do you want?"

"My ancestors, please forgive me. I didn't mean to. I'm really worried that my ancestors are old and afraid..."

"I'm old?"

You bowed down and quickly found an excuse for yourself. After all, deceiving your ancestors is equivalent to the crime of deceiving you, but you haven't finished your words yet. The iron war clothes were so angry that you had to stand upright.

He has run the world all his life. Has he ever been underestimated?

I didn't expect to be looked down upon by people now that I'm old. Although he also knew that this might be the excuse of the national teacher. The National Teacher simply wanted to hide his strength and paralyze people's vigilance against him.

But the words were so unpleasant to those who heard his temper.

So, tie Zhanyi sneered: "you mean, I'm afraid I'm old. If you try your best, you'll hurt me? Well, let's try now to see if your third-order peak magic spirit can hurt me!"

"Er, no, I don't mean that. I dare not..."

"Come on!"

Jun Buren waved his hand in a hurry, but he hadn't finished his words yet. The iron battle clothes were drinking loudly, and the war spirit soared. He rushed over in an instant, which couldn't allow him to think at all.

The next moment, but after listening to a loud noise, the iron war clothes stood in front of the people, with bloody claws.

Jun Bu Ren was convulsing, breathing coldly and falling to the ground. His shoulder blades on both sides were scratched and broken, and dozens of finger holes were scratched all over his body. How can he be miserable?

When they saw this, they all took a breath.

The old man is really cruel.

The great offering was a slight nod, which seemed to have been expected and murmured in my heart.

I haven't seen you for many years. Brother tie is still so hot tempered.

After World War I, tie Zhanyi looked down at the fallen Jun Buren and said coldly, "what is the third-order peak of the magic spirit? I'm afraid I'm old and hurt me? What's the matter now, young man, vulnerable!"

"The old ancestors are powerful. The minister is wrong. Sobbing!"

His face shriveled, and the gentleman wailed.

Tie Zhanyi smiled contemptuously and finally found his face. He looked at the people and searched for it and said, "Hey, I heard that a great Xia named God cock came to Nanzhao country, and he is also a young hero. He smashed the black soul cult this time. He should take the lead. Who is it? Come out and let me know."

"Tell my ancestors that my master is busy tracking down the demons of the demon sect and will go to the banquet in the future!" when he heard his inquiry, yeluyan immediately bowed to report.

Iron Zhanyi nodded slightly and said with a laugh: "this great Xia, the God loser, is really dedicated to the demon cult. Yes, very good. Then when you go back, inform him and ask him to see me. I have something to do. By the way, I can also see how powerful this great Xia is and have a duel."

"What, compete with him?"

Hearing this, everyone was shocked. Yeluyan hurriedly hugged his fist and said, "ancestor, don't do it. My master is capricious and doesn't hurt you..."

"What, you said he could hurt me? Hum!"

A thick breath came out of his nostrils. The iron war clothes looked contemptuously at Jun Bu Ren, who was still crawling in a pool of blood, and sneered: "young people today can boast more than one, but they are really vulnerable under their hands. Even if they improve their accomplishments, they lack the deposition of years and years. This Kung Fu is tangible and real, and it is all flower boxing and embroidered legs."

"Although I haven't seen that great Xia, I guess he's the same. If you let him come to see me, maybe I can give him some advice as soon as I'm happy."

Ah? You point him out? It's strange that my master didn't cut you to death when he heard you say this.

With a bitter smile, yeluyan couldn't help shaking his head. The great sacrifice also hurriedly advised: "brother tie, this great Xia Yang is different from others. Don't humiliate yourself."

"What, how dare you say I humiliated myself? I'll meet him even more, hum!"

Tie Zhanyi was very stubborn. They were helpless. They had to shake their heads and sigh.

Only the gentleman who fell in the pool of blood showed a strange smile and scolded in his heart.

Good, you old man. Go and annoy that great Xia. It's strange that he doesn't cut you to death. Hum