The expressions of a group of experts from the East Factory changed drastically, and the sound of air was heard. The flat ground in the mountain was trampled and broken, and the second gear was pushed horizontally and crashed into the mountain!

"Second-head!"

Some people exclaimed, some people threw swords, but they couldn't catch up.

Yang Yu stepped forward, and the force of the big millstone intertwined with force could not be carried away, and it seemed that it could not bear it.

Bang!

Gravel splashed and dust filled the sky. The mountains, which were not big in the mountains, suddenly shook for a moment, and big rocks rolled down.

With one punch and one hit, Ren Xiaoxiao was deeply embedded in the mountain!

"Prime Yang!"

Ren Xiaoxiao roared in anger, and the scorching blood and true energy shattered a large area of ​​rocks, and burst out again when the punch was slightly separated.

However, before his momentum reached its peak, the earth-shaking thunder came from his ears.

Another punch!

Still domineering fist, smash it down!

boom!

The mist waves of smoke and dust were swept away, and what was accompanied by the tremor of the entire mountain again, and even the earth suddenly jumped.

"puff!"

The long roar of shock and anger was destroyed by the blood rushing from the trachea. After this punch, Ren Xiaoxiao felt that the world in front of him was stained with blood.

The whole person looked like black iron being beaten, shrinking half a foot, and the closed pores were squeezed open, and blood oozing out, which was very miserable.

"you!"

As soon as Ren Xiaoxiao said one word, he was smashed into the mountain, buried by soil and rocks, and knocked out.

call!

As the air waves roared, Warrior Yang danced with long sleeves, extremely fast speed, and his fists and feet were facing each other. Soon, no one could stand in the mountains of Wanxiang.

A wailing sound seemed to be overwhelming the howling wind.

And until this moment, the bronze mirror, which was blown by the air waves, fell to the ground, and there was no sound of anger in the bright white light.

Only that cold, extremely angry look.

Before the Taoist temple, Emperor Qianheng's face was no longer half like a wave, and his eyes were so cold that it was scary:

"Qingzhou Yang Yu, very good, I remember your name..."

"Do you know that after the results were released, Li Baihu, the commander of the Jinyiwei, tried his best to persuade him, and Your Majesty agreed to you..."

Liu Jing's eyes were also very cold, and his voice was even cold without any temperature:

"Must legs are mud legs after all. You will pay an extremely painful price for your quick speech!"

"Actually, Yang has thought of slandering you and taking advantage of the elixirs of the court to protect you further..."

Yu Yang walked slowly closer and looked down at the bronze mirror.

This time, he was condescending, three important figures thousands of miles away in the bronze mirror seemed to be less than the size of his feet:

"But after thinking about it, my breath was always like a thorn in my throat..."

"That should have been the wisest choice..."

The old man who was the first to speak out and scold him was gloomy and he was puzzled:

"I'm curious, why don't you do that?"

"For eight years, I have practiced martial arts hard, fighting in the daytime, fighting in the evening, fighting with bandits, fighting with Liansheng, fighting with soldiers, fighting with corrupt officials, fighting with droughts and deaths..."

"I haven't remembered it very much for why. But at least..."

With the footprints of the soil, Yang Yu walked away with his sleeves, his clothes were like flags:
Chapter completed!