1980: C1980 Thirty moves

C1980 Thirty moves

Towards the white clothed person who suddenly appeared in front of him after the Fan Cheng avalanche, Lang Ya could be said to be on his guard.

It wasn't that Wolf Fang was being overly cautious, it was just that a place like Fan City was never open for business. In the entire East, a place like Fan City was considered as desolate, but to have such a god-like figure in a place like this, Wolf Fang's first reaction was that the other party had no good intentions.

After a flash, Lang Ya's figure had already steadily stood on the snowy ground.

At the moment, Lang Ya was only around a hundred metres away from the white robed man, but even so, Lang Ya was still unable to see his appearance clearly, and could only see the man's disdainful smile.

Although he did not have the time to fight with the other party, Lang Ya could already faintly feel the aura from the man in white. The other party's cultivation was definitely not low, and the kind of force was extremely tyrannical, complementing each other in the snow.

Squinting his eyes, he stared at the other party for a long time. Finally, Lang Ya opened his mouth and asked: "Who are you? Is it someone from the Fan Cheng? "

Actually, Lang Ya did not even bother to ask. After all, within the entire Fan Cheng, or even the entire six great clans of the Northern Kingdom, there was no one with a cultivation level like the guy before him. Furthermore, the other party clearly knew of Lang Ya's identity. It was clear that he had followed Lang Ya and the others for a long time.

Facing Lang Ya's inquiry, the man in white merely laughed in contempt, and said: "Hehe, Fan Cheng, what kind of things are they …"

"Since you are not a member of Fan Cheng, then please do not meddle in my Blue Sword's matters. As long as you do not take the initiative to cause trouble, I guarantee that you will not be harmed."

Lang Ya was already considered to be very restrained, after all, provoking an opponent with a terrifying cultivation was not a good thing for Lang Ya and Blue Sword.

However Lang Ya's words made the other party laugh even more arrogantly: "Hahaha, you aren't taking the initiative to attack this old man? Interesting, interesting, I never thought that after so many years, such an interesting little friend like you would appear within the Blue Sword. "

The man in white's face darkened as he said with a frown, "Taking the initiative to attack this old man, are you worthy?"

The other party's question was obviously meant to anger Lang Ya.

At the same time, Lang Ya's expression had also changed slightly. He snorted lightly, and said neither servile nor overbearing: "Looks like you intend to go against my Blue Sword?"

"So what if I am, so what if I am?"

The white clothed man looked fearless, and even taunted Lang Ya: "Little friend, there are only two paths ahead of you. One, bring your men back obediently, this old man can let all of you go for now. Secondly, if you are stubborn, this old man can only send you and your men on their way. Although this old man has not killed anyone for a long time, this does not mean that you can do whatever you want in this old man's territory. "

"Your territory?"

Hearing the man in white's words, Lang Ya's head slightly tilted, and his face suddenly revealed a strange expression.

It was obvious that Lang Ya did not know anything about the man in white who was blocking his way, nor did he know his background, nor did he know his identity, nor did he know his background in the Northern Kingdom.

At that moment, Lang Ya was at a loss. All sorts of suspicions filled up Lang Ya's mind.

However, regardless of whether it was Lang Ya or the man in white, neither of them knew, and their every move was clearly seen by the people around them, as though they were watching a play.

At this moment, Sky City was hundreds of thousands of kilometers away from the Northern Kingdom.

Ye Qian, Kou Zhentian, Great Monk Tian Qi and Daoist Zi Yang were seated together, while in mid air, Ye Qian casually used a Mystery Light Microscope to once again flash his light on the air above the Sky City, and the person displayed inside the Mystery Light Microscope was not beside him, but Lang Ya and the white-clothed man.

Lang Ya didn't know how deep the white-clothed person's background was nor did he think that it was too bad, but at this moment, everyone in the Sky City knew the background of the white-clothed person.

"Xiao Tongxun, one of the Thirteen Grand Protectors of the Saint Fist Sect."

The Great Monk Tian Qi was the first to reveal the other party's name.

"The Thirteenth Guard?" Hearing this name, Ye Qian did not seem to take it seriously at all.

At the side, Ye Qian looked at the two Mystery Light Microscope s, and after a long while, he started laughing unhappily: "He's only a third sky of Sky Origin Stage martial artist, boring, boring."

Kou Zhentian hurriedly took over from the side and said: "Lay Buddhist Ye, you must not underestimate this Xiao Tongxun. He is the one with the stronger Combat Power than the Thirteen Grand Protectors, and warriors are also different from cultivators. Although cultivators at the same level couldn't defeat cultivators, once a martial artist stepped into the Sky Origin Stage, it would be a completely different story. Their physical strength is much stronger than other cultivators of the same Sky Origin Stage, and the moment they get near, that cultivator would definitely be at a disadvantage, and would be blown away by them every second. "

At this moment, Kou Zhentian pointed at Ye Qian with goodwill.

However, Kou Zhentian only knew a little about it. Regarding the difference between warriors and cultivators, even Kou Zhentian himself was unable to explain it, after all, in this environment where the amount of spirit energy was decreasing by the moment, the number of pure cultivators were becoming fewer and fewer. Even people with Heaven Dao Hidden Sect like Kou Zhentian and Great Monk Tian Qi mostly entered the Dao through their martial arts.1

Regarding Kou Zhentian's suggestion, Ye Qian merely smiled, and said indifferently: "Sect Leader Sou and Apocalypse Master, what do you think the outcome of the battle between the two of them will be?"

Hearing Ye Qian's question, Kou Zhentian immediately turned to look at the Great Monk Tian Qi.

Although the Great Monk Tian Qi was not willing, he still spoke straightforwardly: "Although Benefactor Lang Ya has reached the Fifth Empyrean of Sky Origin Stage realm, his cultivation is still at a shallow level after all. Furthermore, his opponent has the support of a powerful fist technique like the Three Emperors Demon Subduing Fist, so if Lang Ya wants to defeat him, it will probably be even more difficult."

Towards the analysis of the Great Monk Tian Qi, Kou Zhentian could only nod his head helplessly, and said: "That's right, unless you have an enchanted tool to support you, defeating Xiao Tongxun with your bare hands would be extremely difficult."

It was clear that neither Heaven's Initiation nor Kou Zhentian was optimistic about Lang Ya. Even if Lang Ya was someone who had a cultivation level that could suppress Saint Fist Sect, they still did not think that Lang Ya had the qualifications to win.

In regards to this, Ye Qian merely smiled and said, "Thirty moves, Xiao Tongxun will definitely lose in thirty moves."

Hearing Ye Qian's words, both Monk Tian Qi and Kou Zhentian were stunned, and after a long while, the two of them looked at each other again, laughing bitterly as they shook their heads, because at this moment, they simply could not understand where the Lay Buddhist Ye's confidence came from.

However, very quickly, the Great Monk Tian Qi and Kou Zhentian were dumbfounded, because Lang Ya's power had far surpassed the imagination of these two buddhist leaders.

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