I really don't want to lose the country

boom!

This time, the five buckets of rice people were completely raped.

Great-great-grandchildren.

I've never seen such a bully.

Others call people grandchildren when they curse.

He jumped straight to the great-great-grandson.

Too much!

"Old man, you're going to die, you're going to die in an ugly way!" A second-rank expert who was considered to be the leader had a ferocious face, and the hand holding the sword was about to stab him.

The old god Zhang Shanfeng said with a smile: "The old Taoist is telling the truth. The old Taoist is a hundred years old today. If he takes action against you dolls, he will really bully people!"

"Insanity!"

"absurd!"

They are over a hundred years old, and they don't have five buckets of rice for 100 years.

He is an old man who dares to say that he is about a hundred years old.

Then your cultivation base will not reach the sky.

Who are you kidding?

They also want to use their five buckets of rice to fool us.

"Kill him, Hugh is talking nonsense!"

Everyone just felt that their IQ was humiliated.

They swung their swords and stabbed over.

Zhang Sanfeng leaped high to the top of the wall of the Five Bucket of Rice Mountain Gate.

Then with a loud laugh, the figure disappeared there and flew into the mountain gate.

"Oops, this old man is so relaxed, he has entered the mountain gate, hurry up!"

"Damn it, he should have been killed a long time ago!"

People from the Five Dou Rice Sect went back to the mountain gate one after another and chased after them.

But their martial arts are not as deep and brilliant as Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng had the idea of ​​letting these juniors die.

Ye Qing's goal is to destroy the Five Dou Rice Sect. He just needs to kill their high-level officials and burn down the sect's mountain gate.

So Zhang Sanfeng flew directly to the main hall.

The main hall door slammed shut.

"Who!"

The high-ranking Wudoumi in the main hall have just gathered.

He was shocked when someone broke into him suddenly.

After seeing Zhang Sanfeng clearly, they all started to drink loudly.

Zhang Sanfeng swept towards the people in the hall.

"Very good, seventy percent of them are here."

After speaking, Zhang Sanfeng's figure moved, and Ti Yunzong made a move, and he arrived beside a fourth-rank master with a dexterous body.

"So fast!"

This fourth-rank master hadn't reacted yet, and Zhang Sanfeng's palm was hit by Yijing.

There are a total of 36 strokes in the cotton palm. The technique is mainly based on the palm. The movements are stretched like cotton, and the movements are continuous. The palm technique runs in a circle.

The seemingly light palm hit weakly.

But one contact.

Infinite power is coming.

In a hurry, the fourth-rank master was sent flying and hit the pillar of the hall heavily.

Then he vomited three grades of blood, and died after losing his breath.

Silk!

How domineering!

Killed a fourth-rank martial artist with one palm.

This old man can still be supreme.

But at this time, Yijing has no chance to think about it for the people of Wu Dou Mijiao.

Ye Qing and Zhang Sanfeng either didn't give the command to kill, but if they did, it would be a massacre.

His soft palms are in continuous movements, and his figure is still like running water, like splashing ink and holding a pen.

The figure jumped up and down flexibly.

Hit the last set of soft palms.

All those in the hall who didn't come to dodge in a hurry, only came in a hurry to let out a scream, and all of them died with a palm.

The elders and deacons of the Five Dou Rice Sect in the hall hid in horror.

After Zhang Sanfeng stopped at the seat where the head should have been.

The entire hall was in a mess.

Twelve corpses lay on the ground.

"You... who are you?"

The man with five buckets of rice kept searching for the names of the world's masters in his mind.