Starting with Hundred of Millions of Guardian Spirits

Louis Mountbatten, has a pivotal position in Indian Buddhism and has a high reputation. In the minds of Buddhists around the world, he is even more known as a living Buddha.

Regardless of his rickety figure, Xia Yan could perceive the huge energy contained in him.

The skinny appearance is only caused by the atrophy of muscle and fat after human life is too long. Compared with the courage of blood, these old people are not as powerful as young people.

But living long naturally has the benefit of living long.

In Xia Yan's eyes, the true energy in this living Buddha's body has far surpassed the average S-rank martial artist, and he is almost reaching the realm of Shen Yun introverted.

However, after all, it did not reach...

Xia Yan was confident to stop him.

That's right, spike!

The next moment, he walked forward.

Originally Zhang Tianyu wanted to make a move, after all, she was Xia Yan's bodyguard.

But at this time, Xia Yan naturally couldn't let Zhang Tianyu make a move.

"People are here to find me, Miss Zhang will just watch it." Xia Yan smiled slightly, and while speaking, he had already walked towards Louis Mountbatten.

Want to fight!

The two are going to fight!

Looking at their posture, both the people in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Dragon Kingdom and the Indian party can perceive the smell of gunpowder rising rapidly between the two sides.

"Huh! I want to fight against the master, and pass our level first!"

Louis Mountbatten has a very high reputation in India. Seeing Xia Yan come, the other S-rank warriors around him naturally couldn't help it.

How could it be possible for a foreign junior like Xia Yan to fight with the master, and if it spreads out, it will not be looked down upon by others, and the joke is dead.

Many of them have only become S-rank fighters within this month.

For Xia Yan, who is currently in the limelight and the strongest, is already familiar and can no longer be familiar.

Is he number one in the international rankings?

Pooh! That is because we have not yet entered the information data.

Besides, even if it is the number one in the world, what can be done, everyone is an S-rank martial artist, he can play so much alone?

Not to mention that Xia Yan once smashed five S-level monsters outside Lintao City.

Who would know the strength of the five S-level monsters without actually playing against each other.

I can do it too.

This is the thinking of most S-rank martial artists, even if they feel that there is a gap between themselves and Xia Yan, can the gap be like a gap?

No one would believe that Xia Yan has overwhelming strength, because they are S-rank martial artists, and they can save people by themselves, so they can naturally infer Xia Yan's strength.

After that, there are now many S-rank martial artists on the Indian side, and it must be difficult for the Dragon Kingdom to call in such a large number of S-rank martial artists.

Each of them walked sideways in their own country, even if they were originally from the lowest caste, they would become the nobles in India after becoming an S-rank warrior.

When I saw Xia Yan for the first time, these S-rank warriors who broke the mirror for the first time, of course, wouldn't be gone.

Everyone looked at Xia Yan without fear, more of a raging war.

"on!"

Someone suddenly shouted, except for Master Louis Mountbatten, the figures of the other seventeen S-rank warriors in India suddenly moved.

Seventeen people were killed like a hungry tiger!

At that moment, the power that belonged to the S-rank warrior surged, and the infuriating energy fluctuated so strongly that some warriors with low cultivation base suddenly retreated with a sigh.

The soldiers of the Long Kingdom who surrounded them only felt dizzy, their feet floating, and back again and again.

Behind Xia Yan, the people in the Foreign Ministry compound were equally shocked.

For a moment, they seemed to see a terrifying behemoth, spreading its teeth and claws, rushing fiercely with a black cloud overwhelming the city.

This, this is an S-rank warrior! ?

Everyone was horrified.

S-rank warriors are hard to see, not to mention that there are seventeen S-rank warriors gathered now. That kind of feeling really has the power of killing the city.

The flowers and plants in the courtyard are low, and there is no wind. In an instant, there is a sense of oppression of the wind and the sound of the wind.

However, it was only for a moment.

That's right, this horrible feeling lasted for less than one breath.

"Ok?!"

"How, how is it possible!"

Outside, the seventeen Indian S-class warriors who rushed towards Xia Yan suddenly flew upside down. Some of the people with a lower cultivation base vomited blood and passed out in mid-air!

A look!

Just a look.

Xia Yan didn't even move a finger when facing the seventeen S-rank warriors who rushed towards him. He just glanced at the seventeen.

"Impossible!" The older Indian S-class warrior was forced to retreat, and the ground under his feet cracked.

There are only two or three people who are still standing, with blood stains on their faces, bleeding from the seven orifices, and the qi machine on the body in a mess. For a while, they can't even do it again.

One look, one look!

The two or three people who barely fainted, their eyes were full of incredible, and their hearts felt like thunder.

They were wrong, so wrong.

I imagined that Xia Yan was definitely not their opponent of the seventeen people, and even laughed at thinking of what to do after capturing Xia Yan and how to beware of the Dragon Kingdom masters who came.

It's just that all these thoughts were shattered under Xia Yan's eyes.

He, he is terrible!

At this time, Indian Defense Minister Saqima was stunned.

He didn't expect it to end so soon, did he make a look? Saqima felt unbelievable, as if he was living in a dream...

Louis Mountbatten, the old monk's expression worsened, raised his drooping eyelids, and threw the beads out with his hand.

At the same time, dense figures suddenly appeared on all sides of his body.

Seventeen!

A total of seventeen imaginary figures, either sitting cross-legged, or glaring with a French stick, or the smiling potbelly monk, or the kind-eyed, long-eyed and long-bearded monk.

"Eighteen Arhats..." Zhang Tianyu murmured, frowning her eyebrows.

No one thought that this old monk actually possessed seventeen god-level guardian spirits!

And the Buddha of India had once summoned a dragon descending Arhat, and now it seems that the guardian spirit of the Buddha of India was given by this old monk.

Now, he has a total of seventeen divine guardian spirits.

Such a terrorist lineup is simply appalling.

You must know that the top powerhouses among human beings have only seven or eight guardian spirits at most, and no matter how much they are, their spirit will not be able to support them.

But this old monk has as many as seventeen.

He is already an incredible being.

The clothes of the old monk are windless, and the Buddha light, the Buddha's name, and the sound of chanting, the golden flames linger around the old monk.

And the prayer beads he threw up rose in the wind, and in the blink of an eye they were as large as a small house, suspended above Xia Yan's head, and a total of eighteen prayer beads showed different figures.