Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 570

Some time ago, Wudang Qiankun Ding was borrowed by He Yuexian, and the Jianghu collectively lost their voices. Wuhun, who played the role of arbitration, wanted to stand up. Song Jian took this opportunity to trouble Fan Denglong again.

With such repeated provocations, Fan Denglong felt that he didn't need to swallow his anger at all.

"This Qi-refining fifth-level monk, the heights are extremely cold."

Jump on the Liquan sword, Fan Denglong said to himself.

Apart from the Zhang family's dragon guard team, there are very few monks in the world. Among the people known so far, Fan Denglong is the leader in strength. It's too late to order "How Lonely Invincible" is broadcast on the radio ten or twenty times a night. Very low-key.

"This time, we must not keep a low profile."

Fan Denglong made up his mind, Song Jian's provocation, and the inaction of Wuhun's elders had already brought Fan Denglong's temper to the verge of breaking out.

It is simply ridiculous to regard kindness as a kind of weakness.

Liquan sword pierced the sky, shuttled through the clouds, and dragged out a long tail.

Regardless of the shocking high-profile appearance, it shows that Fan Denglong is a little impatient.

The flying speed of the Liquan Sword is extremely fast, even if it encounters an airplane in the sky, it will be fleeting, and those who see it occasionally will only feel that they are dazzled.

All the way to the north, Fan Denglong even returned to China earlier than He Yuexian, and went directly to Danhouyuan where the Wuhun headquarters was located.

Like a shooting star, it descended from the sky in the posture of a fairy, full of vigor.

After all, the Wuhun headquarters is also a place where masters gather. Suddenly someone broke in, even if they landed from a high altitude, someone would soon notice it. Figures jumped onto the roof from various courtyards, jumped up, and straightened the three-foot long sword in their hands. Refers to Fan Denglong on the Liquan Sword.

Before approaching the target, they were hit by an invisible attack, and instantly suffered internal injuries of varying degrees of severity. A huge force oppressed them and they fell straight down.

What came out was the elder with the strongest martial spirit, and everyone's face was full of horror.

In today's arena, Houtian warriors are already at the pinnacle of martial arts, and all the elders have joined forces and can't get close. What kind of tyrannical strength does this require?
When did such a master appear in the Jianghu quietly?
Such an idea emerged in the minds of every elder.

"Elders, there is no need to welcome the juniors so warmly, right?"

The Liquan sword landed in the courtyard and was instantly surrounded by dozens of Wuhun disciples, but no one dared to take the initiative to attack.

Fan Denglong jumped down from the sword, and the Liquan sword circled around him, and the Wuhun disciples around him took a step back in unison.

"Thanks,"

Fan Denglong said softly, and the Liquan sword returned to his dantian.

Landing at high altitude, the reason why the eight elders of Wuhun shot down Fan Denglong without seeing his face clearly was entirely because the sword spirit made a move in secret.

Looking around, Fan Denglong waved his hand and said hello: "Everyone, don't come here without any problems."

The appearance of Fan Denglong brought everyone a kind of shock from the soul.

The strong appearance of Yu Jianfei is simply extremely cool.

The eight elders walked over with a heavy expression, with different expressions on their faces.

"Elder Song, I heard that you take good care of this junior. This time, this junior also specially brought something for you."

Taking a step forward, the spear suddenly appeared in his hand, and taking another step, the momentum was astonishing.

An extremely oppressive aura emanated, and some disciples with slightly lower strength actually had their legs trembling, and there was a faint tendency to kneel down.

The hearts of the elders were overwhelmed. In the face of momentum, even acquired warriors could only grit their teeth and hold on.

His face was full of horror, and just his aura overwhelmed everyone. After seeing him for just a few months, Fan Denglong's growth rate was frightening.

Song Jian's performance at this time was somewhat unbearable, he swallowed nervously, and said again and again: "Fan Denglong, listen to me, there is a little misunderstanding between us."

With that move from the sky, coupled with this astonishing aura, even if Song Jian turned around and ran away, he would have no chance at all.

"Really? I really want to hear about the misunderstanding between Elder Song and the younger generation?"

Fan Denglong looked at Song Jian jokingly, "Elder Song takes such good care of the younger generation, all for the sake of cultivating the younger generation, with good intentions, the younger generation has always been grateful to Elder Song."

Song Jian was in a cold sweat, and he didn't know what to do.

But after all, it is an old Jianghu who has lived for dozens of years, so he decisively followed Fan Denglong's words and said, "Denglong, I also have difficulties. The Jianghu has always belonged to your younger generation, but right now the Jianghu is mixed. We old men are also very anxious, so we can only make a bad plan, hoping that you can grow up as soon as possible, and carry the banner of the new generation of Jianghu."

What a set of high-sounding rhetoric, the rest of the elders were blushing, but they nodded decisively, saying yes yes yes repeatedly.

I don't know what kind of mentality it was, Fan Denglong laughed back in anger, "Elder Song has put in good intentions, Fan Denglong is very grateful, here is a treasure gun that I want to give to Elder Song."

Fan Denglong took a step forward, Song Jian took two steps back, staggered and fell to the ground.

"No, this is what we should do."

There was a touch of despair in Song Jian's eyes, Fan Denglong was completely unmoved by the rhythm.

"Denglong, what are you doing?"

Qi Xuan, who had a relatively good relationship with Fan Denglong, could only muster up the courage to step forward to stop him, "Elder Song may have made some mistakes before, but we can't give him a change in the face of everyone being a member of the Wuhun." A chance for a new life?"

There is basically a sympathy between several famous families in Jianghu, Qi Xuan can't just sit idly by.

"Although I usually despise Song Jian's character, after all, he is the elder of Wuhun, and he has made a lot of contributions in the past. How about giving him a chance to make up for his mistakes?"

Get rid of Song Jian, the sect he belongs to must hold a grudge against this, which is tantamount to weakening the power of Wuhun, which is not a good thing in the overall situation.

"Hehe, there seems to be no place for me, Fan, to reason with this martial spirit?"

Fan Denglong's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and Qi Xuan, who was standing in front of him, happened to see this scene, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Calm down. If you have anything to say, let's sit down and talk about it. If you have any grievances, you can say it. I will uphold justice for you."

Qi Xuan said quickly, but Fan Denglong suddenly stretched out his palm and patted Qi Xuan's chest.

puff,
A mouthful of blood was spurted out, and Qi Xuan flew upside down.

"Thinking about me again and again, if I swallow this kind of thing, will everyone be able to stand on my head in the future?"

With a roar, Fan Denglong directly grabbed Song Jian's neck.

"I just want to tell you today, don't be too self-righteous in life. The so-called acquired warriors are no different from ants in my eyes."

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