Ze Tian Ji Chapter 115: The courtyard is deep and deep
Gao Huan looked at the car in front of the tent, and the car suddenly shattered.
It's not his gaze that is so powerful.
Head of the Qiushan Family was chopped from the air by the sawdust and smoke in the sky.
He is the strongest at the peak of Star Condensation. The sword is the inverse scale that Qiushan Jun has to take with him. It is also the Divine Object at the forefront of Banner of Hundred Armaments.
The cold and slaying sword light went to the top of the tent, Gao Huan slightly moved, and came to the ground.
His expression did not change, and he did not shoot at Head of the Qiushan Family.
Chased at the bottom of the abyss for seven hundred years without seeing the sun, moon, and stars, he is very unfamiliar with the current world and the strong in this world.
He only divides the people he sees into two kinds, those who know and those who don't.
An old man who can live like him for so many years is naturally worthy of vigilance, other people are not qualified to waste his spirit.
Without a sword, Head of the Qiushan Family doesn't have any shame, nor is he angry, and enters the smoke to retreats.
With a squeak, a middle-aged man who looks like an ordinary servant stepped on a small copper jug on the ground.
At the same time, the fist of the middle-aged man came to Gao Huan's eyes.
Gao Huan looked slightly different and reacted a bit.
It was also a squeak, and there were three cracks in the ground where he stood.
At the same time, he held the fist in his hand.
The middle-aged man is Foreign Elder of Qiushan Family. The realm is half-step Saint, but a fist hit with full force was easily held by Gao Huan.
The gap between these realms is by no means courageous and strategic.
Qiushan Family Foreign Elder pale, with gold fire burning in the pupils, clear roar sounded, receding towards the rear.
Dozens of white turbulence appeared in the air, making a deafening blast.
Qiushan Family Foreign Elder grunted, crashed the food truck, landed on the ground outside hundred zhang(333m), blood was everywhere on the clothes, I don't know how many bones were broken.
Gao Huan retracts his hand and looks at the Horse-drawn Carriage in front.
As a grain transport official once said, Human Race has always thought that Head of the Qiushan Family and Foreign Elder are of course the strongest in the team.
Gao Huan doesn't think so.
His sight has never been in this tent, nor in Horse-drawn Carriage of Qiushan Family, but in this Horse-drawn Carriage.
He thinks that the real leader of this team is in this Horse-drawn Carriage.
Just kill the people in the car to win the final victory in this raid.
This is his conclusion after a long observation from the cliff.
With the attention of Gao Huan falling, more than ten Demon race masters left their Cavalryman teams and launched an attack on that Horse-drawn Carriage.
The whistle-breaking wind connection keeps ringing, and the Demon race masters are like stones and smashed from the sky.
If no one is blocking, no matter who is in that Horse-drawn Carriage, they will be smashed into flesh.
At this time, a complaint and zither music of Cold and Severe came out from Horse-drawn Carriage.
zither music enters the sky from the ground, the sound does not become louder, but the envelope is much larger.
There are cracks in the armor of those Demon race masters, and there are green smoke overflowing.
Finally, the direction in which they dropped fell off. They failed to hit the Horse-drawn Carriage, but landed around the car.
Earthquake, the black mud rushes up like a waterfall, the picture looks at is extremely spectacular.
The blind pianist walked down from the car holding zither.
He tilted his head and listened to the sounds of his surroundings, pulling his right hand from time to time on the strings.
White turbulence like a sharp blade, leaving the strings and attacking those Demon race masters, looks at is like falling leaves in the sky.
More than ten Demon race masters howled and rushed towards Horse-drawn Carriage.
If there is only a blind pianist who wants to stop so many Demon race masters, it is really difficult, but there are still people in Horse-drawn Carriage.
The Horse-drawn Carriage looks at is not very big, and no one can think of it, so many people came out of it.
Seven Peddler, six gangsters, three fortune tellers Teacher/Master, two old men selling sugar, and one young girl selling fat powder.
Some mysterious and unpredictable secrets have shrouded the grassland around Horse-drawn Carriage and fell on those Demon race masters.
Several iron chains broke through, with traces of blood and fire, and vowed to pass through the shoulders of those Demon race masters.
Before these, a formation formed by a sandbox, already protected the Horse-drawn Carriage in advance.
In this scene of looks at, Gao Huan raised her eyebrows slightly.
He didn't expect that there are so many strong players in the Human Race.
Then there was a naive smile on his face.
So many Human Race strong players are worth a shot.
The light and odorless raindrops fell from the sky again, washed away all the mysterious and unpredictable secrets, and broke the Pedestal Formation Law at will.
Five people from Wenshui's Tang Family, their expressions become abnormal Grim, and the blind pianoist's fingers become faster.
The realm of this Demon race youngster strong man is indeed unfathomable. Without any action, he broke the outer defense.
Gao Huan flicked with his fingertips, Zhenfei flew two water and fire sticks, his eyes dropped, he cut off an iron chain, and came to the car.
He wants to lift the curtain and see who it is.
zither melody 铮铮, like a horn of expedition, a string full of iron blood, stopped in front of him.
That's fine.
Of the Human Race strong, of course, the blind pianist is the most powerful.
Gao Huan doesn't mind killing this person first.
The pale black mist was born from his fingers, no matter how strong the wind was on the grassland, it couldn't blow away a little.
The string wilts at a rate that is visible to the naked eye, then breaks, losing all life.
The blind pianist's lips overflowed with blood and retreated to the car.
Gao Huan Where will he keep him alive?
The dusk is suddenly dim, as if the night is coming early, a dark but not real giant palm falls from the sky and shoots at Horse-drawn Carriage.
One string was broken, and several were intact, but at this time, already could not make a sound, because the blind musician Aura was not restored.
Who will stop this giant palm?
The window suddenly broke, and two dark things flew out.
They are also black. These two things are not like black giant palms. They give people a feeling of terrifying and depression, but they are full of majesty.
An official seal and a gavel.
The official seal and gavel greeted the black giant palm.
Two crackling sounds, the official seal and gavel turned into debris, and the black giant palm gradually dissipated in the air.
A skinny old man in a gray robe came out of the car with a peaceful expression.
A few youths came out with a nervous expression, like students.
Too many people walked out of already in this car, who would have thought that there were so many people hidden inside.
Gao Huan did not expect that in such a short period of time, he would actually meet three Human Race strong Saint.
When is half-step Saint so worthless?
Gao Huan confirmed that none of these Human Race strong men present knew him, but that the blind pianist was somewhat familiar.
He looked at the blind musician and raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Longevity Sect?"
The blind musician said, "Yes."
Gao Huan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Li Minghe?"
The blind musician's expression changed slightly, and he said, "Master."
Gao Huan proudly said: "That's the case, your Master is old with me. If you drop me, today you will be spared."
After saying this, he asked the skinny old man in a gray robe, "Who are you?"
A young man said, "This is my Shang Shang Master."
"I don't know."
Gao Huan looked indifferent, and suddenly shouted, "Dare to use poison on me!"
He looked at the little girl who had never spoken.
I don't know if it was affected by the battle. The basket already carried by the little girl fell to the ground.
The fat powder was blown by the wind and gradually diffused.
This is a natural picture to anyone. Can anyone think of poisoning?
looks at That little girl, Gao Huan's eyes are full of brutality.
"Do you know who I am? Want to poison me?"
At Wenshui City, the little girl's shyness and nervousness were mostly in disguise.
But at this time being stared at by the strong Demon race, she was so nervous that she couldn't even move.
With a distance of several feet, Gao Huan reached out and grabbed her throat with a look of dismay, ready to tear her to pieces.
The blind pianist and Wei Shangshu are on the other side and cannot be rescued in time.
Those Peddler and fortune teller Teacher/Master are still entangled with the remaining Demon race masters.
Fortunately, there are two old men selling hemp sugar.
They always used to stand with the little girl who sells fat powder.
An old man selling maltose rips up the green cloth on the stand, blocking the wind of Gao Huan.
The snoring sound, the green cloth turned into fragments, followed the wind, and became the old man.
He bends his knees, lowers his waist, calms, makes a fist, and hits straight.
In this scene of looks at, Gao Huan shouted, "OK!"
This fist is plain and unremarkable.
In the eyes of a real strong man, he already has the true taste of being peaceful.
If this is the case, it is far from moving the Gao Huan.
He applauds because the old man selling hemp is using the most authentic Imperial Family Cultivation Technique-Burning Sun Technique!
Gao Huan swings the sleeve to prevent the blind violinist and Wei Shangshu from hitting each other. He shakes his fist and hits the old man who sells sugar.
Countless light spilled from the fist of the old man.
Countless black smoke spilled from the fists of Gao Huan.
Like the sky at this time, day and night are fighting decisively.
His realm is much higher than that of an old man selling hemp, but when facing this old man, he is the most solemn and very elegant.
The other party is the royal family Secret Technique of Human Race. He will use the royal family Secret Technique of the devil.
"Sky magic!"
Blind pianist blurted out, experiencing the Dao Aura and the magic breath stronger than night.
Listening to this sentence, Wei Shangshu and Head of the Qiushan Family who just woke up suddenly changed their faces.
Who is this strong Demon race? Why does the royal family not pass Secret Technique?
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A loud bang.
The old man selling hemp was not hit by accident.
If it wasn't for Burning Sun Technique and Tiangong Gong, they would be more serious.
There is also an old man selling hemp.
Gao Huan's expression is still serious, because it represents the royal family's meeting with the royal family.
He doesn't take it too seriously about the battle itself.
The two elders who sell hemp are far worse than the young Young Master of Tianliang Country Chen Family.
A squeak.
The two fists touched together.
It's a light sound, not a roar like lightning-like.
What does this mean?
already turned his head to look at the blind musician and Gao Huan of Wei Shangshu, and slowly turned his head.
The incoming Demon race master already was repelled, Wolf Rider's shout seemed to be getting farther and farther, the grassland suddenly became very quiet, only the crackling sound of the grass burning was heard.
The old man who sells sugar in Gao Huan looks at has a pain in his eyes and a stun in his eyes.
The old man slowly looked up.
His hair already is completely white, but looks at is not too old, but his eyes are too calm, as if ... the well in the old house of Wenshui.
The old well.
Nothing in the world can make his eyes wave again.