Chapter: 8151

"Senior Tianjue speaks, but the younger generation dares to interrupt. They are really natives and don't know a little bit of rules."

On this occasion, she can speak, but what qualifications do others have?

Is there someone like Venerable Shanghe behind them?

Is it worthy without you?

"What are you?" Yue Xiaonao sneered, "Pretending to be an ugly person often makes trouble."

"What did you say?" Bai Qiran became angry immediately.

"Miss, there is no need to have the same knowledge as the natives, they will soon be suppressed by Venerable Tianjue." Bai Laoliu said lightly.

"I really don't know who gave you the confidence." Mengmeng snorted coldly.

"There's no need to talk to them." Zhang Han turned sideways and glanced at Mengmeng: "It's nothing more than a clown, there's nothing to say."

"That's right, Dad, teach them a lesson." Mengmeng nodded obediently.

"you!"

Bai Qiran was a little angry, but felt that arguing was a self-deprecation, so he could only suppress his anger and glared at him.

People around also said: Zhang Hanyang and the others are too arrogant.

"This one who crosses the 200th step of the tribulation is called..." Zhang Han hesitated for half a second: "Isn't it Venerable Tianjue, don't talk nonsense, let's do it, I will give you three hundred moves."

"Cough cough."

Yue Wuwei suddenly coughed.

Because he knew that this was the real thing, Zhang Han said that if he asked the other party for three hundred moves, then he would allow three hundred moves.

Thinking about the intensive attacks and Venerable Tianjue's bewildered expression, Yue Wuwei was a little weird.

"To kill you, one move is enough."

Venerable Tianjue has an awe-inspiring aura on his body: "This move is called Killing Heaven Sword. Du Jie, who died under this move back then, had eighteen if not twenty. If you can resist this move, you can count on it!" mesa."

While speaking, a black long sword appeared in the right hand of Venerable Tianjue.

The sword light that was shot was dazzling white, as if there was only this sword light in the world.

"If you don't move, you will kill the sky and the earth."

Zhang Han sighed lightly, and said with some emotion: "I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, so you can express it very clearly."

"Scatter."

He flicked his sleeves.

The secret technique appeared, and a light yellow palm print, as high as 100 meters, appeared directly, holding the sword light and tearing it to pieces.

"go."

Zhang Han moved his right hand forward.

The yellow palm turned into a fist, and rushed over like a broken bamboo.