"Zang Bu looked over contemptuously.

I thought I was an expert in the leader of which school, but I didn't expect to be a young boy.

Of course he didn't pay attention.

Jiang Beichen sees that this person is not a good person, but now his blood is completely awakened and his strength has already reached the peak of martial arts. Naturally, his mentality has been different and will not be too involved with mole ants.

He strode directly towards Fang Yi, untied his clothes and put them on Fang Yi.

"Beichen!" Fang Yi's eyes were full of tears, and she rushed into his arms.

"Do you know how worried I am! Woo woo!"

It was cold. Although Fang Yi practiced her breathing method, she was still shivering with cold after staying in the snow for so long.

Jiang Beichen stroked her back, introduced the true Qi into her body, and comforted: "it's me. I'm sorry!"

While talking, I couldn't help choking.

I just lost my father and felt very heavy. Fortunately, Fang Yi, a relative, was with me.

Fang Yi felt warm in an instant, and her face could not help blushing.

While cangbu, who looked on coldly, his face sank slowly.

Are you still paying attention to him, the left Dharma protector?

"Young man, I'm talking to you. Can you respect me!" He shouted in a deep voice with a cold face.

Jiangbeichen frowned, turned around and looked at cangbu. "What are you and why should I respect you?"

Hiss!

The crowd took a breath.

What is Zang Bu's identity?

The left Dharma protector of the holy palace plays an important role in the whole Tibetan border.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Beichen dared to talk to him in this tone!

However, no one dares to say anything. After all, the strength of Jiang league leader is obvious to all.

It's just that the atmosphere is now dignified.

"Boy, you are presumptuous!"

An old man next to Zang Bu took the lead in standing up and scolded: "this is the Dharma protector Zuo of my holy palace. You dare to disrespect Dharma protector Zuo. It's a great treason! I'm going to educate you for your elders today!"

Oh!

When the old man said that, it broke out in an instant. A golden streamer suddenly flashed in front of Jiang Beichen, and the whole snow collapsed in an instant.

Wu Sheng!

It's horrible!

Unexpectedly, the waiters around Zang Bu are all wusheng level!

"No!"

Li Xianglong wanted to stop, but it was too late. Moreover, with his cultivation, it was useless to stop. A dry old hand printed it on Jiang Beichen's head.

Zangbu smiled sarcastically at the corners of his mouth.

Dare to challenge him, this boy is worthy of death!

However

Just when the old man's palm was three feet away from Jiang Beichen's head, the whole man suddenly stopped, as if he had been performed the art of immobilization.

"How?" The old man stared in horror. He's a martial saint. Even a strong man in the divine way can't stop him at once. What's the cultivation of this boy?

Jiang Beichen looked up coldly and said, "should I measure whether I have the capital to start before starting?"

"Breaking your hand is a lesson for you!"

Jiang Beichen waved his hand gently.

Bang!

The old man's arm burst suddenly, his mouth vomited blood and flew out upside down. He slipped hundreds of meters on the snow, and the whole snow was dragged out with a long blood mark!

"Achima!" Tibetan cloth shows its eyes and wants to crack.

The old man was the one who served around him since childhood. Although he was a waiter, he was like his father.

Beating a dog depends on its owner!

The boy should have abandoned achima's arm in public. Where does his face go!

Others also looked at each other, and their faces were somewhat unnatural.

Although they admire Jiang Beichen's strength, Tibetan cloth represents the holy palace after all. This person can't even face the holy palace. This

Most of the people present are believers of the three religions. They feel a little uncomfortable!

"Boy, now kneel down immediately and break your arms. I can spare you from death. Otherwise, I will not spare you, and you will become the enemy of the whole holy palace and even the whole Tibetan border!" Tibetan cloth roared loudly with red eyes. At the same time, he suddenly burst into golden light, just like the shining sun!

And behind him, there suddenly appeared a virtual shadow of Nuo Da, which looked like an angry King Kong!

And that King Kong, unexpectedly holding a demon subduing pestle, looks incomparably dignified!