Fengshen : Please, stop observing me

Even in Jinao Island, far above the East China Sea, seeing the behavior of Guang Chengzi and the others was momentarily lost.

“When did the old and heavy Hiroshiko become so violent?”

The Tongtian Sect Leader’s gaze flickered slightly as he looked at Guang Chengzi, and muttered to himself.

At first, he watched Ye Xuan let Jiuhuaqiu beat Maitreya violently, and thought that he was just teaching Maitreya a lesson.

But seeing the behavior of Guang Chengzi and others, Rao is a saint who is also a little incomprehensible.

As for Ye Xuan, he had also heard of the newly accepted disciple of the second brother Yuan Shi Tianzun.

Fang Cai watched Ye Xuan let the four people beat Maitreya violently, which really made him feel relieved.

When did the Western religion dare to come to the East to spread wilderness like this?

Even Haotian became a shrunken turtle, but fortunately my Xuanmen disciple Ye Xuan arrived.

Otherwise, my eastern face will be lost.

Thinking of this, the Tongtian Saint looked at Ye Xuan’s gaze with a bit of appreciation.

“Maitreya respect is actually so…”

As a disciple of the Western Sect, Yang Tianyou did not dare to speak at all at this time.

Even the saint disciples were beaten like this, if they accidentally attracted the attention of these evil people.

With his small body, I am afraid that he can’t stand the punch of these murderers.

Therefore, I can only tremble on the sidelines.

Yang Jian and Yang Chan, who were in the arms of Yunhua Fairy, were looking at Ye Xuan with bright eyes at this time.

Looking at the arrogant Maitreya just now, it became this miserable situation after Ye Xuan arrived.

Fang Cai, who was still extremely majestic, did not even dare to say a word at this time.

At this time, the gaze that looked at Ye Xuan was full of adoration.

Even his mother Yunhua Fairy was looking at Ye Xuan with complicated eyes at this time.

Yunhua Fairy turned to look at Maitreya who was beaten by the old Taoist who was beaten by Guangchengzi’s hair white.

I just feel very relieved in my heart.

I didn’t expect this gray-haired old Taoist to fight people so cruelly.

At this time, Guangchengzi, who was punching Maitreya with a left punch and a right punch, suddenly felt that the more he hit, the more comfortable he was.

The thumping sound was endless, and this old arm and leg did not feel tired at all.

Time passed slowly, and whenever Maitreya was about to lose his breath, someone would come and cast a spell to heal a wave.

Three or four days passed, and Guang Chengzi was beating his chest and suddenly five qi filled the air, and the three flowers above his head slowly bloomed.

It turns out that if you hit someone really well, you can improve.

Guang Chengzi felt his cultivation, felt that his body and mind were smooth, there was no more depression, and all his qi was exuded.

Hiroshi’s strange appearance made everyone slightly stunned.

How to beat people can still hit the five qi dynasty, three flowers gather at the top?

Hiroshiko was in the middle of the fight, and suddenly found that everyone’s eyes were looking at him.

I couldn’t help but be stunned, and suddenly found that the bottleneck that I had just broken through seemed to have loosened a little.

Although it was not enough to break through the quasi-saint, it also made a little progress in cultivation.

This made Guang Chengzi slightly happy in his heart, but when he beat Maitreya harder, he couldn’t enter that state anymore.

He had to stop his hand, gasped for a breath, and arched his hand towards Yuding and the others.

“I’m sorry, junior brothers, this time it’s me first.”

Hiroshiko smiled, and both snow-white eyebrows stood up, which was enough to show the joy in his heart.

I can’t imagine that hitting people can also improve strength!

“Senior Brother Guangchengzi, it’s hard, hurry to the side to rest, this evil man still let Junior Brother do it!”

Dao Xing Tianzun looked at Guang Chengzi, who was full of smiles, and his eyes were fiery.

It’s really that people are not as good as heavenly calculations, and they all think that they can be like Senior Brother Ye Xuan, and they can improve their strength by observing it.

I didn’t think that playing Maitreya could also improve my strength.

As soon as Dao Xing’s words came out, Yuding, Chi Shu, Tai Yi and the others were not happy.

Such good things cannot be taken up by one person.

“Junior Brother is different in his words, such evil people still let Senior Brother come.”

As soon as the dust in Taiyi Zhenren’s hand swung, he was about to go up, but he was pulled by someone.

“It’s extreme, Tai Yi’s words are reasonable, but such evil things are still done by me, a rough man.”

The red sperm who grabbed Tai Yi looked stunned, stood up, and was about to bypass Tai Yi.

“Since it’s an evil thing, let me go.”

When Yuding heard this, he was not willing to lag behind, and immediately stood up.

The remaining golden immortals also threatened to let them come with such things.

The six golden immortals suddenly quarreled over who to beat Maitreya.

No one is willing to give in, after all, no one wants to miss such an opportunity.

Suddenly, a faint voice came.

“How about you go together?”

When the six golden immortals heard this, their eyes lit up slightly, and they looked towards the person who spoke.

The person who spoke was a child, no more than seven or eight years old, with a vertical scar in the middle of his forehead.

At this time he was struggling to get out of his mother’s arms.

It was Yang Jian, the second son of Yunhua Fairy.

“Kid, you’re very good!”

Yuding looked at Yang Jian, only feeling that the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and he was very close to himself.

But the chance was important, and with a glance at Chi Shu and the others, the six nodded and immediately surrounded Maitreya.

Maitreya suddenly let out a miserable howl that did not resemble a human voice.

Yang Chan, the little girl who was in the arms of Yunhua Fairy, was so frightened that she quickly covered her eyes with her hands.

But between the hand seams, there were two smart little eyes, looking at Maitreya without even blinking.