The Emperor Descending the Heavens

"Fuck, every group of mortals dare to stun our spirits in the realm of cultivation, see if we don't teach them well, they really are what they are!"

Seeing Luo Chen and others already picking spirits, disciples of Danmen became uncomfortable.

In their opinion, Luo Chen's group of people is a group of ants, not worth picking these spirits.

So many spirits should belong to their Danmen.

Several people talked and walked towards Luo Chen and others with a somber look.

However, what they didn't know was that Luo Chen and others at this time were no longer ordinary mortals.

They have already become a qualified practitioner under the teaching of Qiao Yu's own tiao.

As they approached, a group of people had already discovered.

One after another stopped the action of picking spirits, looking at the aggressive Danmen disciples, frowning subconsciously.

"The visitor is bad!"

They stared at disciple Danmen tightly and murmured.

As soon as Luo Chen's heart moved, his face sank, and he said to them slightly, "Everyone listen, now we are cultivators, and no one will humiliate me for a while. If they dare to choose something, then They take a good look, we are not soft persimmons kneaded by anyone! "

When everyone heard Luo Chen's words, their eyes were immediately gloomy.

Before, they would still jealous of each other, but now they are already practitioners, they are no longer afraid.

They are not afraid of mud waterfalls, but are they afraid of the seven Danmen disciples?

In terms of their number, even if the repair is not as high as the other person, the number is always a bit advantageous!

"A group of mortals do not know life or death, but dare to stun the spirits here, who are acquaintances, hurry up!"

As soon as Danmen disciples came up, they showed their arrogance. One of them was as arrogant as two hundred and five, and Zhangkou yelled at Luo Chen and others.

Just after their words were finished, Luo Yi stood out from the crowd and looked at each other with disdain.

Learning Qin Yu's tone in the death swamp, he said coldly to them, "Go, we won't. If you want to go, I can help you!"

As soon as Luo Yi's remarks came out, the Danmen disciple who had spoken before suddenly appeared murderous, and the cold light flashed in his eyes.

With the fist, he slammed into Luo Yi with a punch.

"Hum, ants, you look for death!"

The fist exploded with horrible true elements. If this fist really hits a mortal without the power of a chicken, I am afraid that the meridian will be broken directly and the bones will die.

Obviously, the other party did not plan to make Luo Yi alive.

Seeing a punch coming, Luo Yi's pupils shrank suddenly, and a cold light burst into the depths of the pupils.

A moment.

His face was as cold as frost.

The true Yuan in Qi Haidan Tian suddenly burst out, forming a horrible airflow, rushing to his arm frantically along the eight veins of his strange scriptures.

Blue tendons, suddenly burst out.

Zhenyuan is like the surging river water.

Speaking late, then fast!

Everything is only in the blink of an eye.

Two huge fists had already collided.

"Whoever is looking for death, then wait and see!"

Luo Yi's face was fierce, and he punched in with a punch.

The Danmen disciple did not expect that they were no longer mortal.

Under Luo Yi's full blow.

Cold and unprepared, without any precaution, the horrible Zhen Yuan directly destroyed his fists and bones. Zhen Yuan ran along his arm and rushed to his body. The power generated by the violent Zhen Yuan instantly exploded him. It flew out, and the horrible noise even surprised everyone.