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Chapter 143 Fighting Han Yunfeng Again

In the sky, several young beasts and young men and women dressed in dark green robes on their backs turned slightly after seeing what the light curtain showed.

"A seven-level rise in a year, Zongmen is the fastest ever."

"No one can match the inner door!"

"Even if his talent is put in the true biography, he can be regarded as first-class. Moreover, with his talent, he will be given another ten years to enter the true biography. The young man on the back of the largest demon Pengpeng takes a deep breath and says:" This I thought that the ancient river party leader had hatched the golden silkworm gu, and the future inner door is the world where we control the beast. It seems that we have to be forbearing for ten years. Let's go, the next result does not have to be read. The seventh layer must be Su Zhen. "

When Su Zhen was born in the sixth heavyweight, the overwhelming majority still optimistic about him. Now that he is promoted to the seventh heavyweight, no one thinks that Han Yunfeng can win.

The value of the bet is gone.

The members of Yu Beuzhai leave by spirit beast.

"Brother Yang, you have done a good job of keeping the secrets of the King ’s Party, and you have n’t said such big news? You just waited for tens of thousands of fellows to gather a blockbuster. The King ’s Party, as the largest party in the inner door, is well-known. You still need these gimmicks? "Xia Yan walked to Yang Xingshi with a smile on the other side.

After understanding the real state of Su Zhen, the first noble son of the inner door, the party leader of Tianyin, was equally shocked.

He had wanted to wait for Anzun's promotion to the true biography. When the Holy King Party was slightly weakened, he took the opportunity to develop Tianyinjiao, and as a result, he encountered a wild and carnivorous beast. Not to mention taking advantage of the opportunity to develop, the ancestral graves are all smoked to maintain the status quo.

"Brother Xia may have misunderstood me, and I just knew."

Yang Xingshi shook his head. He and dozens of members of the Holy King Party looked at each other after seeing the light curtain information. They all saw shock from the other person's face, and apparently did not know.

"Brother Yang doesn't know?"

Xia Yan inspected his words and saw that Yang Xingshi did not lie.

"This event was held by Xiang Fantian. I was only ordered to come here to support it. I didn't know what medicine was sold in the bald donkey gourd, and now ... I know." Yang Xingshi complained with excitement. Complaining that Xiang Brahma even concealed him, excited that Su was really powerful. With such a successor, the future of the Holy King Party is bright.

"Congratulations to the Holy King Party for winning the best heir." Xia Yan congratulated.

Hearing Yang Xingshi's words, he understood Xiang Fantian's intention. This is to use the pagoda to erect the prestige of the future party leader. At present, this prestige is large enough!

Starting today, I am afraid that no one dares to question Su really exists.

Inside the Holy King Party, the noise is also smoothed out!

At the gate site, the group of young men with imposing appearances like jackals, tigers, leopards, sturdy bodies, and muscles full of explosive power showed a trace of fear in the arrogant face after seeing the information on the light curtain.

"too strong!"

"Give this boy time, the inner door is his world. Even elders like the nine elders and ten elders have to look at his face and act." The young sportsman took a breath.

"He is very strong, but has little to do with us."

The young man with a hedgehog head was a bit bland: "Brother Li Batian has marched towards the half-step Lingquan, and will soon catch up with An Zun's footsteps. At that time, even if Su Zhen grew up, it would not threaten the status of Panmen. "

"Yes, Su Zhen is a peerless genius, but the party leader is a step behind in time." The other youths nodded.

"But he will eventually become a disturbing figure, and he will return to Brother Li Batian in person later." The young man with a hedgehog stared at the light curtain of Wuta.

There are three isolated figures on the edge of the Budo Plaza. They are--

Han Yunfeng, Fu Lingtian, Bai Daosheng.

Originally, the three of them still had a small number of supporters, but after seeing Su Zhen's promotion to the seventh birth, all of them cleared the boundaries and distinguished them. The top ten masters of the three mountains and rivers, the leader of the sword party and thunder party, standing alone on the edge, the autumn wind is turbulent, and it seems endlessly bleak.

Bai Daosheng's face was scared.

The Thunder Party gangster, nicknamed "Thunder God Daojun", has always shown a violent master, looking at the information on the light curtain, his body trembling uncontrollably, just like the sieve chaff, but floating slightly smaller.

"Badao Sheng calm down!"

Fu Lingtian sipped coldly, a breath of real gas got into Bai Daosheng's ear hole, Chun Lei exploded, making the latter a little calmer, and the tremor turned into a slight twitching of his hands. Seeing his appearance, Fu Lingtian was very dissatisfied. After a heavy snort, he turned to communicate with Han Yunfeng: "The little **** is stronger than we thought. In his realm of seven births, even if we are successful, we can fight. Ever? "

"Can't you just wait to die?" Han Yunfeng glanced at him.

Fu Lingtian's eyes became cold.

There is no retreat until now, no matter what you do, you have to do it, because there is an abyss behind it, and if you step back, you die.

"Let's go ahead and see if he can get past the level I'm guarding." Han Yunfeng locked the light curtain on the wall and looked at it breathlessly: "Things haven't reached the Jedi yet, I still don't have a hole card, and I will Call the last helper. "

The three of them came to see the enemy game with taunts, and as a result ...

So miserable!

"Okay, let's see if the little hybrid can make it through!" Fu Lingtian's attention also returned to the light curtain on the Wuta wall.

...

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On the seventh floor of Wuta, Su Zhen stepped forward and saw Han Yunfeng standing in the center of the venue wearing a jade crown and a golden robe.

Finally meet again.

"This is a picture taken of Han Yunfeng three months ago. At that time, I just experienced the Luan Lingfeng battle, and the sword party Lei Dang weakened to the extreme. There must be exciting news. Therefore, under Fu Lingtian ’s suggestion, Han Yunfeng hit the seventh tower. Layer, and successfully took photos, saved a lot of popularity for the two parties. "Su Zhen got all the materials of the ten-level checkpoint from Xiang Fantian before breaking into the tower, so he knows it in detail, like the words of several families:" That is to say, Han Yunfeng in the seventh floor is almost the same as Han Yunfeng in reality. If I can beat this, I can beat the one in reality. "

Su Zhen is full of war.

He knows that Wuta prohibits the use of weapons, and there are no spirit weapons to fly swords. Han Yunfeng's swordsmanship will be shrunk, and the spirit level qigong from the branch line qigong repaired by the "Baiduxinjing" will not be displayed, but Other aspects are not shrinking.

Su Zhen can't use the magic weapon gloves, and the undead bloodline and the "Toad Breath", which has not yet been repaired, will not be used.

The two are in balance.

Su Zhen and Han Yunfeng, no one takes advantage of anyone, this will be a fair battle.

"Han Yunfeng, this counts as the warm-up battle on the head of your entry, Fulong Shenquan, kill!" Su Zhen took the lead and punched with fists, the real air was swaying, and the compressed air continued to make a thumping sound. Qigong, who only captured the dragon shape with one hand, slammed into Han Yunfeng.

"Golden Poetry Swordsmanship, Poems Weeping Ghosts and Gods!"

Han Yunfeng's cuffs burst into a golden sword. While buzzing and trembling in the air, numerous golden seal characters were scattered to form a gorgeous poem and twisted towards "Fu Long Shen Quan".

The same is the fist, the same is the sword.

Five months ago, Su Zhen couldn't stop a sword, and there was no fly ash left in his fist, and his body was left with several wounds.

And today ...

Fulong Shenquan collided with Jinshi swordsmanship in midair!

There was a loud noise and the air was overflowing!

Fulong Shenquan started from the dragon beard, broken into pieces, and turned into fly ash again. However, the golden poems and swordsmanship were the same. Countless small seal characters shattered like ebb tide, and finally even the golden sword qi was disintegrated into thousands of pieces like broken fine porcelain.

Boxing, sword, and tie.

"You don't have an advantage today, let's get your life!" Su Zhen leapt forward, the tiger went down the mountain, and punched Han Yunfeng with a punch.