Chapter 297

Matsuda's face was very ugly. He was fascinated by the willow spirit. For a moment, he really didn't think that such a situation would happen, but now it's too late. He simply stood face-to-face with Xiang Yang hundreds of feet away.

In the air, the boy approaches with magic weapons at most. He can't play that monster like speed anymore, can he?

And as long as you open the distance, you are afraid that you can't deal with a small jiedan friar with your cultivation in the later stage of nine turns?

This is a mountain forest area. In addition to the vitality of the earth system, the most is the wood system, which is equal to half of my home!

The news spread very quickly. Before long, the high-level of Jiuding immortal gate was also disturbed on the nine Ding peaks.

On the Dingfeng peak in the center, in the Zongwu hall, the simple looking middle-aged monk was looking at a jade slip. Then he moved his mind and touched it in front of him. There was a ripple in the air, and then a voice came.

He listened carefully, his face changed slightly, his fingers flicked on the wooden table in front of him involuntarily, and directly summoned: "all friars of Jiuding immortal gate are not allowed to intervene!"

Then he hurriedly stood up and went out.

The Fuyu sect disciple who was introduced by Jing Mo with a lot of pen and ink didn't get involved in the lost fire cave. It's related to the looming background behind him. This matter is very important. Even if you disturb the sect leader's retreat, you must inform him.

After all, the personnel of Jiuding immortal sect are complex. Even the three overlords of northern China, zongmen, have several elders. Who knows what will happen? If the news of those array patterns and plates spread out, the seemingly majestic Jiuding immortal gate will not be enough in front of them.

After two incense sticks, thousands of monks have been surrounded around the residence of fuyuzong, covering half of the sky.

Looking at the two figures in the middle, there was a buzzing noise.

"Eh, isn't this old man Matsuda of empty sangmen? Who is he against?"

"Am I right? The boy opposite... The boy is just a jiedan friar."

"The end of the nine turn war? What kind of drama is this?"

"Well, it seems that there is the residence of Fuyu sect below. It was originally empty sangmen... This time, it will be occupied by the broken settlement. It is estimated that old man Matsuda is angry about this."

"Hehe, just find a little guy at the end of the pill? Is this old man old enough to live like a dog?"

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Among these friars who watched the excitement, many of them were not lower than Matsuda, and some of them were much stronger than the empty mulberry gate. Naturally, they spoke recklessly. Matsuda listened there, his old face turned red and white, and almost didn't turn around and scold his mother directly.

"Is this boy an ordinary jiedan friar? I'm an apprentice. Yuanying is at the peak. He was hit and flew away by ya! You're so fucking busy!"

Xiang Yang looked around and nodded happily at Matsuta: "what's the matter? The people who watch the play are almost here. Why don't we start?"

Matsuta kept a straight face and didn't speak. With a finger in his hand, a blue cloud rolled up and directly shrouded him in front of and behind him for dozens of feet.

Then, in the mountains below, a trace of green air swayed up, and the vitality of wood system for several miles was directly attracted by him.

In the air, huge trees with a thickness of about ten feet appear out of thin air...

With this move, he suddenly became lively again.

"Old ghost Matsuta has some good goods on hand. The array plate of the wooden maze is good. Judging from the green color, it should be able to achieve a simple conversion between virtual and real..."

"He can summon more than 300 heavenly trees with the magic of falling wood and killing with a thousand hammers. Is this old guy about to reach the peak of nine turns?"

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"It's a bull's knife to kill chickens! It's such a big battle for a little guy at the end of the pill period!"

In the midst of the discussion, Xiang Yang seemed to be stunned, motionless and silly.

In that maze, Matsuta was also relieved. The master of nine turn period should say that his magic power is not much greater than that of Yuanying period. However, as long as he attracts the power of heaven and earth, he can't carry it for ten Yuanying periods. He can wave his hand to kill the boy after a Dan knot period.

There was a fierce look in his eyes. The boy casually took out two treasures. He was afraid that he had more good goods. Why don't he just destroy them?

Just looking at his accomplishments and Shouyuan, there should be some good backstage behind him, but when it comes to backstage, who can compare with wanjian Pavilion in northern China? At that time, when there are benefits, give Qi Guang some profit. At most, let him take a big head. He will bear the accident.

It's a low-key and cautious thing to say about the empty mulberry gate. Otherwise, it won't wait so long for its own residence to be occupied until Jing Mo set out for the front line and Chu Xuan closed the door.

But at this time, Matsuda's mind is not only treasure, but also treasure. Where will he think so much? The so-called wealth and silk charming heart is nothing more than that.

As soon as he made up his mind, he was very hot in his heart and played beyond his level. Originally, he could only summon 361 Tianmu. This time, there were four more Tianmu. Finally, he gave a hypocritical reminder.

"Be careful, little fellow. My spell of killing with a thousand hammers can't be controlled. If you can't stop, you can't blame me..."

Xiang Yang's perception was so sharp that he immediately heard the killing intention contained in it. With a cold smile, he finally began to move, put away the flying sword under his feet, put on the stepping wind treasure silk, and walked forward step by step.

His eyes narrowed slightly. Tianyan had already calculated everything around him. At this time, his goal was not to fight against the nine turn friars, but the attack direction and range of the so-called Tianmu in the sky. The consumption of spiritual consciousness was not large, and even could not reach the supplement of climbing the Tianshu.

He moved, Matsuta smiled, his fingers flexed and stretched, and the huge trees floated in the sky at the same time, roaring in the direction of Xiang Yang.

The power of any one of these Tianmu, which is purely made of wood vitality, is equivalent to the full blow of an expert in the later stage of Yuanying. More than 300 of them can break half even if there is a mountain in front of them.

But soon he was stupid.

Xiang Yang walked with his hands on his back. His steps were neither urgent nor slow. It was like walking in a leisurely court. But all the huge trees brushed past, and none of them was next to the side.

After a while, he had passed nearly a hundred feet, his black robe was as flat as before, and his hair had not been scattered for a minute.

"Matsuta, the old guy still wants to face. It's clear that he's releasing water. He wants the little guy at the end of the pill to retreat. But this control is great. You see, every shot is only a little short of hitting. This is the case again and again. The old guy's palm control of this spell has been subtle!"

Among the monks watching the excitement, there was an old and sober man who was amazed and echoed nearby.