Urban Evil Doctor

Looking at Peng Beilin as the old man rushed into the sky, Lin Chen was surprised and delighted.

From Tao Yao's words, he probably guessed what was going on.

The old man was obviously an inner disciple of the sect to which Master Long Futian belonged, and the token in Taoyao's hand could just order him such an inner disciple.

"Brother Lin, what happened?"

"Peng Beihu! Oops, how did he find this way?"

"That's Peng Beilin, the elder of Cangyang Sect! These guys are really lingering, what should we do now?"

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Not far away, a group of figures rushed over at a high speed, they were members of the Scarlet-Eyed Golden Crow Clan.

Wu Huan recognized Peng Beihu, her expression changed

Someone recognized Peng Beilin again and became panicked.

You know, Peng Beilin's strength is even higher than that of Chen Shen back then!

In front of Chen Shen, Taoyao could still save people with the help of treasures, but it was almost impossible to replace Peng Beilin, who was at the seventh level of the God King Realm!

Some people already showed despair on their faces, knowing that in front of the seventh-rank **** king, there is no chance of escaping at all!

"Don't panic! Today we have expert help, just wait and see."

Seeing the terrified appearance of many members of the Chi-eyed Golden Crow, Lin Chen could only comfort him.

In fact, he was not fully sure whether the old man could defeat Peng Beilin.

Seeing that the old man wanted to stand up for Lin Chen, Peng Beihu panicked, and quickly sent a voice transmission to tell Peng Beilin that this person might be an eternal God.

"Eternal God?"

Peng Beilin's pupils contracted, he looked at the old man carefully, and said calmly, "This man is not simple, but he is definitely not the eternal God! You were deceived by him."

"Tricked?"

Peng Beihu was a little annoyed at first, and then he let out a long sigh of relief: "Just an ordinary **** king?"

"On the same level as me!" Peng Beilin replied with a serious expression.

Peng Beihu's heart skipped a beat again.

The seventh-level **** king is not an ordinary **** king, but the most top existence in the **** king level!

"Senior, you haven't forgotten me, right? Back then, I treated you to a lot of good wine and food." Peng Beihu said with a smile on his face.

The old man glanced at him indifferently: "I don't remember. There are too many ants who want to have a relationship with me, the old man can't remember."

Peng Beihu cursed in his heart, this old thing was eating and drinking at his place for a long time, but how long did it take before he became a forgotten ant?

Turning your face is really faster than turning a book!

Now that his younger brother was present, Peng Beihu felt confident, and immediately turned cold:

"This matter has nothing to do with you, senior. I advise you not to get involved!"

"Whether I want to interfere or not, it's not up to trash like you to criticize me. Or do you plan to fight me yourself?" the old man said coldly.

Peng Beihu was very annoyed, but he didn't dare to answer.

Facing a seventh-rank **** king, he was inevitably a little afraid in his heart, and he didn't want to be hated by such a monk whose strength was far above his own.

Seeing this scene, Peng Beilin sighed in his heart.

My elder brother seems to be fearless on weekdays, but in fact he lacks courage and vigor. To put it simply, he is too stingy with his life!

A cultivator who spares his life too much, unless he really has a heaven-defying opportunity, will not be able to become a master.

"You have to take care of this matter?" Peng Beilin asked.

The old man looked at him: "It must be done!"

Swish! Swish! Swish—

Streamers of light flew out from Peng Beilin's body, they were six identical bronze long swords.

Seeing this scene, Peng Beihu quickly backed away for a distance to avoid being involved.

The old man's eyes lit up: "Six low-grade primordial treasures, and it seems that these six low-grade grandmist treasures can be said to be one? There are some good things on you!"

The combined power of these six long swords is not comparable to the middle-grade primordial treasure, but obviously, it is much stronger than the six unrelated low-grade primordial treasures.

The old man was a little annoyed at Taoyao's order to help him out, but now that he thought about it, since he was going to offend Cangyang Sect anyway, he might as well go on and on and **** everything from this guy!

Although they are both seventh-rank **** kings, in the eyes of the old man from God's Domain, Peng Beilin is equivalent to a country bumpkin, and it is impossible to compare him with him.

buzz—

Peng Beilin didn't answer, and the six long swords trembled slightly.

In an instant, the originally cloudless clear sky was covered with overcast clouds, thunder and lightning, and a frightening sword intent shrouded everyone's hearts.

Before Peng Beilin could make a move, the breath alone had already scared many people to their knees, and they hurriedly retreated a distance.

"Sea-Covering Sword Formation!"

With a wave of Peng Beilin's hand, the six long swords disappeared at the same time.

In an instant, the space in all directions of the old man shattered, and a terrifying chaotic air flow gushed out like a wave, accompanied by a sound like a tsunami.

Those six long swords appeared in the chaotic airflow, and with the chaotic airflow, they swept the old man's figure into it. It looked like a small human being was swallowed by an angry ocean.

The figure of the old man disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye!

Seeing this scene, Lin Chen grabbed Taoyao's hand, hesitating whether he should run away immediately.

However, the next scene made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Boom!

A dazzling light burst out from the position where the old man disappeared.

Then, like freezing the sea into a glacier, the chaotic airflow was frozen directly, and with a loud noise, it turned into countless light spots and dissipated.

The six long swords flew back upside down.

The figure of the old man reappeared in people's sight.

In his hand, there was a strange weapon.

It is a "spear" that looks like a writing brush and is made of jade, which is quite taller than the old man!

"Hmph! Want to escape? Now you are mine!"

The old man looked at the six long swords that looked like frightened hounds and were about to fly back to Peng Beilin's side, and couldn't help but sneered.

I saw him dancing the spear in his hand like a peerless painter, and violent energy diffused from the end of the spear, like ink, and in the blink of an eye, he was painted as a huge dragon head like a hill.

The dragon head let out a roar, and flew towards the six long swords, and its body was constantly drawn out by the old man's pen!

In the blink of an eye, the six long swords were overtaken by the giant dragon and swallowed them in one gulp!

Seeing this scene, Peng Beilin's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to make a move, the old man sneered and drew a chain in the air.

One end of the chain seeped into the space, and at the same time, it pierced through Peng Beilin's chest, binding Peng Beilin tightly in the blink of an eye.

"Zhongpin Hongmeng Supreme Treasure!" Peng Beilin stared at the spear in the old man's hand, or the giant brush, his eyes were full of annoyance, as if to say that the old man was able to take advantage in the blink of an eye, but only with the help of foreign objects.