Chapter: 3237

But... one year is really awesome.

"It's a pity that they are so quick, the foundation is...unsteady."

He had this question, but Wang Xiaowu didn't ask too personal matters, he followed the big troops to the side of the castle, and then he followed Zhang Guangyou to the Leiyang tree:

"Young master, let's go together."

So the two came to the back mountain, moved quickly, and flew towards the sea behind the dense forest.

Among them, Xinyue Mountain also has a few spiritual senses investigating the situation there, Zhang Han's, Rong Jiali's, and Tianxia Mountain's grand elder Dong Chen. It's just that they are all small shrimps, he is too lazy to do it.

But that side doesn't know.

Above the offshore area, two groups of people floated a hundred meters apart.

One of them was Chen Changqing and Wang Zhanpeng, three old men from the Wang family, and five people, Ge Xingkong.

Opposite them were eleven people, all of them were gods, the leader was a man with long hair and thin face, he was Yaofeng who coveted Xinyue Mountain.

"Qingdi, hehe, people like you only dare to name it like this when the small world is out of the way. It's ridiculous that the martial arts world still takes it seriously."

Yaofeng has a frivolous face, with playful eyes, holding two iron balls in his right hand and is constantly playing with them, completely ignoring each other.

"It's okay, we'll know once we fight. Could it be that you Fengxue Pavilion are all so stupid and arrogant?" Chen Changqing sneered.

"I think you are very arrogant." Yaofeng let out a sinister smile: "At first, I thought that if you cooperate, I will kill less, but now it seems unnecessary."

While speaking, he looked at the people around him:

"They don't know what Fengxue Pavilion is, go and tell them what Fengxue Pavilion is."

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

In an instant, the other ten gods moved and attacked quickly.

They didn't hold back anything, and all kinds of overwhelming attacks came one after another.

"The gathering of souls comes out!"

Wang Zhanpeng also wanted to try his skills, and the energy in the Soul Gathering Banner was shot out.

However, before the attack was formed, the 100-meter-high Soul Gathering Banner was continuously shrunk and flew back into Wang Zhanpeng's hands.

"this......"

His expression was a little uneasy.

Thinking back to the time when Xiao Han used the Soul Gathering Banner, what a scene it was.

Now, how is this so? Could it be that I, Wang Zhanpeng, used fake ones?

He was so angry in his heart, but he also knew the urgency of the situation. He was not an opponent, so he retreated tens of meters, planning to prepare the attack of the soul-gathering banner.

hum!

Ge Xingkong's dragon and tiger spears were launched, and golden spear shadows whizzed away.

But the opponent has a large number of people, and several attacks are slowly consumed.