Yang Qingshan knocked away the mountain gate of Shentiemen with a sword, making the disciples of Shentiemen feel that there are such bold people in this world, especially the deacon disciple who is in charge of the city wall, this disciple who has little power and good skills, Looking at Yang Qingshan in horror, just when everyone was about to fight Yang Qingshan with his life, this disciple turned around and raised his hands high.
"Master, this disciple is incompetent"
"kindness?"
Everyone couldn't believe it when they looked at this disciple who was still smacking the face of the guest just now with his superb hands and shouted that he was guilty, then he knelt on the ground with a bang, with a heartbroken expression, but Yang Qingshan was a little puzzled, didn't he just Lift the mountain gate? As for doing this artificially?
"Hmph! Trash!"
An old voice appeared, and everyone felt that they were blown by a gust of wind, hurting, hurting, and finally an old man wearing even more iron armor from the mine manager appeared in front of this prostrate disciple, and said with regret on his face: "Trash, for the sake of your sincerity in admitting your mistakes, I will forgive you as a teacher."
"So that's how it is." Everyone despised it. Such a mind can be the leader of the city wall. It really has a hand.
"Who is it?" The old man raised his head with a sinking face, looked at the crowd, and found that all eyes were looking at Yang Qingshan mercilessly.
"you?"
"It's me." Yang Qingshan continued to hold the sword, aloof and arrogant.
"Have a personality, blowing away the mountain gate of the God Iron Gate is slapping the head of the gate, go to hell." The old man said regretfully, just about to make a move, Yang Qingshan said: "Don't you ask the reason?"
"You don't need to ask." The old man continued to express regret, and it was indeed the master, with even more wonderful steps, and a pair of steel traps with both hands had appeared in front of Yang Qingshan.
This old man should be an elder with a certain status in Shentiemen. His cultivation base is definitely at the fifth level, and with the blessing of celestial power, Yang Qingshan thinks he is not an opponent, but he can't hide now, because the opponent's style of play looks like that. Once he hides, his aura will be weak, and the final result is that the image he created just now will be completely destroyed. In this way, the patriarch of the Nangong family can't let himself be treated as a treasure. There are more benefits for myself, and I don't even have the chance to take a look at the fruit trees of Xianliguo.
Yang Qingshan didn't hide, he has the body of a dragon, he doesn't have to be afraid of being punched with a strong body, and he has so many formulas and a few rules, he still has the confidence to block this punch, so in a very short period of time During the time, Yang Qingshan released the law of time, and the iron-like fist that was about to hit him in the face slowed down in an instant.
In the eyes of all, the elder of Shentiemen punched a weak punch, while Yang Qingshan took a step back more easily, dodged the punch with a tilt of his head, and then the sword wrapped around his hands fell to the ground. In Yang Qingshan's hand, a sword was shot, and with the sound of the sword, the old man was swept away by the sword.
"Master!" The disciple who was still lying on the ground shouted in surprise. He never thought that his master would be blown away by a small sword.
"The law of time." The old man got up from the ground, looked at Yang Qingshan coldly, and suddenly sneered: "Is it the law? Then you must not have comprehended the domain."
"En? What do you mean?" Yang Qingshan said a little surprised.
"You just used the law of time, then let you, a milky brat, see the time domain."
The old man suddenly laughed very strangely. In this star field, he is the only immortal cultivator who has comprehended the law of time. He has his own position in the God Iron Gate.
While speaking, Yang Qingshan felt as if he had merged into a different space with the distance of two points and one line between himself and the old man. This was not the feeling he had only after comprehending the laws of space, but a feeling of being in the same space. , just added a kind of wonderful space, in this space, everything is controlled by the old man, especially time.
"My law of time has expired."
Yang Qingshan smiled wryly at the corner of his mouth. It seems that the strength of this old man is not only as simple as blessing the immortal power, but also suppressing his own time. The old man's comprehension of time is much higher than his own.
"It's over." The old man Tianyue said gloatingly in the world.
"What's wrong?" Several girls walked over together and asked curiously.
"Look." The old man Tianyue waved his old hand, and a picture appeared in front of everyone's eyes, just in time to see Yang Qingshan being punched and kicked by an old man. The girl is very happy, ?Yes, the Nangong family and Shentiemen also have them, but only the Xianli fruit tree of the Tang family has blossomed and bears fruit. The other two families are still seedlings. Among them, the Nangong family's is the smallest, and it will take a long time before it grows to full size. The point of flowering and bearing fruit.
"Why did you tell me this outsider who just joined you?"
In the secret room, Yang Qingshan looked suspiciously at the patriarch of the Nangong family, a man of average strength.
"Hehe, isn't that what your purpose is?" The patriarch smiled and said, "It's not a good thing to be missed by others, so I just tell you directly, so that everyone can feel relieved and can be honest with each other. To be honest, the Nangong family has strength. , but it¡¯s not something that can be exposed now, so I need a strong outsider like you. I really value your strength. Don¡¯t worry, if the Nangong family Guduo¡¯s most difficult stage is over, I will give you a piece of Xianliguo Branches, if you are lucky, you will have a fruit tree of Xianliguo." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com