Chapter 897

"Please take charge of the south!"

"Please take charge of the south!"

"Please take charge of the south!"

……

One person shouted and the crowd was excited.

All of a sudden, this was the mourning hall of Yang Feng, the leader of the sacred fire sect. It became the grand ceremony of long Xiaotian's succession. He stepped on the field naked.

Long Xiaotian couldn't help smiling with satisfaction as he listened to the voices of the people around him.

The poison king looked at the many traitors around him, and immediately yelled at long Xiaotian, "that's enough, dragon's gate master, you've gone too far. Today is the day of our cult leader's memorial ceremony. It's too deceptive for you to make trouble at this time. You don't have the demeanor of a generation of masters."

"You poison king, where do you start? Sect leader Yang has devoted himself to the Wulin. I don't think he can let go of the safety of the Wulin after he dies. I'm in charge of the southern Wulin for him. It's up to him. He should be happy, ha ha ha!"

"Dragon's gate master, the southern Wulin is decided by the colleagues of the southern Wulin. You don't need to tell the northern Wulin. Hum." at this time, a white bearded old Taoist said in a righteous way.

Long Xiaotian took a deep look at him, his eyes narrowed slightly into a line, and said with Yin pity: "this is Taoist priest Xu Yun. I've heard a lot about him. But with all due respect, who can match this unique one in the South Wulin? Is it Taoist priest Xu Yun? Hum hum!"

"Of course, I don't deserve to sit in this unique position in the south, but there are so many talents in the Wulin in the south that someone is always qualified."

"Oh, really?"

When he raised his eyebrows, long Xiaotian immediately looked up and said, "well, among all the people in the southern Wulin, who can take my three palms and still stand up, I admit that there are talents in the South who can take the seat of nanjue. Otherwise, Wulin is fair and can't be run by a waste. I'm not talented. Work harder and take charge of both the north and the south. It's also a blessing for the world."

what? Three palms?

As soon as he said this, everyone present hesitated. Look at me, I look at you, all embarrassed.

This is not the three palms of ordinary people, but the three palms of beijue longxiaotian. Its power is absolutely destructive. Not to mention three palms, even one, there are few people who can take over here.

Alas, forget it, there are no such people in the southern Wulin

Everyone sighed, shook their heads and sighed.

Long Xiaotian glanced around and became more angry: "why, no one in the southern Wulin can stand up and take the old man's three palms? In that case, what else can you object to? There are no men in the south, ha ha!"

Long Xiaotian laughed loudly. After listening, people were all angry, but no one dared to say anything.

"I'll come!"

Suddenly, with a loud drink, the virtual cloud Taoist priest stepped forward.

When the poison king saw it, he was surprised: "Xu Yun, you can't even beat me. How can you take his three palms?"

"I know my strength is far from perfect. But I never flinch from the disaster of the black soul or the threat of the dragon's gate master today. I can lose or die, but I will never retreat. I am the master of the southern Wulin, and I will never be the dog of the northern Wulin..."

Touch!

There was a loud noise. Before Taoist Xu Yun finished, he was directly shocked and flew out. He hit the sarcophagus of Yang Feng behind and bounced down. He couldn't stop vomiting blood and was dying.

"Virtual cloud!"

As soon as the poison King's eyes narrowed, he hurried forward, explored the old Taoist's breath, suddenly shook his eyebrows, glared at long Xiaotian and said, "dragon's gate master, he's just stubborn. You don't need to kill?"

"I'm sorry, I don't care. But he asked for it. He volunteered to be slapped by me. Who can blame?"

There was a strange smile across the corner of his mouth. Long Xiaotian slowly took back his palm, looked down and shouted around: "who else?"

Oh!

As soon as the body shook, everyone was scared to step back and dared not make a sound.

When Yang Xiaoyi was angry, he suddenly stood out and said, "there's me!"

"Who are you, a junior, to join in the fun?"

"My name is Yang Xiaoyi. Yang Feng is my third brother."

"Oh, it's the brother of sect leader Yang, so..."

With a flash in his eyes, long Xiaotian immediately said sarcastically, "if I keep my hand on you, I will despise sect leader Yang too much. Hum hum."

Hoo!

As soon as the voice fell, long Xiaotian was struck out with one palm and arrived in the blink of an eye.

As soon as Yang Xiaoyi's pupils shrink, the blade in his hand is pulled out like lightning.

Touch!

With a loud noise, Yang Xiaoyi was shocked and hit Yang Feng's sarcophagus. He couldn't stop spitting out a mouthful of red blood, but he still stood firmly in place and didn't fall down.

Long Xiaotian took a deep look at him and exclaimed in his heart.

What kind of monsters are the Yang family.

Just now, my palm was three points heavier than the one that hit the virtual cloud. Even Xu Yun, an old Taoist, was shocked to death by a palm for hundreds of years. This boy can bear it. He must be extraordinary in the future.

If this child is not eliminated, it will be a future disaster.

Of course, on the contrary, he is far from the level of Yang Feng's freak. Otherwise, it will not be him who falls now, but Lao Tzu.

Hoo!

Thinking so, long Xiaotian launched another palm, but he used his famous stunt to startle the dragon.

This palm is different from the random one that hit Xuyun and Yang Xiaoyi before. It adds the power of top combat skills. Yang Xiaoyi feels that he is shrouded in that palm, and there is no possibility of escape. Moreover, his whole body is stiff, and he can't even lift the knife up. He is shocked immediately.

No, I'm dead.

But he touched the ground again. The sword king batian blocked him in front of him and offset this palm. He stared at long Xiaotian coldly and said, "dragon's gate master, this is my disciple. Please give me a face. Don't go too far."

"I see. I'll tell you why he is so sharp. He's a disciple of the sword devil. No wonder."

When the corners of his mouth turned up, long Xiaotian said, "but how can this palm be counted?"

"This palm is the first Palm I take you, not the second palm..."

"No, even the second palm."

However, before he finished, long Xiaotian was rebellious and said with a smile, "I'll count you to take the first two palms. No matter how many people you come, I'll turn around and leave immediately. It's enough to give face, ha ha ha."

Arrogance!

In his anger, the knife in Wang batian's hand was tight. Long Xiaotian really despised people.

Long Xiaotian ignored him and waved his hands. A powerful momentum flowed between his hands. The two land-level elements of water and soil mingled and disintegrated with each other, emitting terrible energy fluctuations.

When the poison king felt this strange energy, he could not help but blush. He showed a rare look of fear in his life and roared: "long Xiaotian, what are you doing? Do you want to kill all the people here? Stop it!"

"I said that you can stop as many people as you want. As long as you stop it, I will never break my promise and turn around and leave. If I can't stop it, I deserve to die."

The corners of his mouth were full of evil smiles. Long Xiaotian roared, and his two palms came out: "startle the Dragon thirteen palms, double dragon Xiaotian!"

Roar!

As soon as the voice fell, one blue and one yellow, two huge dragon shadows rushed forward and tangled with each other, just like Tianlei bumped into the ground fire. The terrible vibration could not help shaking even the whole sacred fire sect, as if they were about to burst at any time.

The people at the scene looked at all this and immediately turned pale with fear. The whole body softened in an instant