Fierce Yangmen Huaxia ancient martial arts is a secondrate clan, but there are three fighters who can’t be turned into strength.

The scorching sun is hanging high and half to dispel the cold in winter.

All the younger brothers in Kelie Yangmen feel cold in their hearts.

Since Zhao Qingshan, the master of Lieyangmen, died in Zhao Bo, Zhao Qingshan, South Africa, Brother Lieyangmen has inherited the position of the master of Lieyangmen. Zhao Bo, a new generation of master of Lieyangmen, is ambitious. He hopes that Lieyangmen will become a Taishan Beidou in the ancient martial arts of China, but today he regrets very much what he wants to take over Lieyangmen.

hey

With a sigh, Zhao Bo looked up at the hall with a heavy heart.

Master, what shall we do now? A younger brother’s face emerged with concern, and the corner of his eye scanned a dark token in Zhao Bo’s hand.

The token is as dark as ink and carved with a ferocious skull, especially those sapphire inlaid eyes, which look very scary like a jacko’lantern.

Lord, let’s have a strong door for more than two hundred years, so we can’t just cut it off. A whitehaired old man with dark strength spoke angrily.

Uncle Tian, what do you think we should do? Zhao Bo’s face appeared a bit bitter, and his right hand clung to Yamaraja’s order. Yamaraja made an ancient warrior must come from or else the ghosts in Yamaraja Temple will not let us go.

It’s three days since Shaolin Temple fell.

These three days, Yamaraja’s order is like a death warrant. Whenever it appears, it will definitely set off a bloody storm.

The door master is not good.

Suddenly, a young brother rushed into the hall from the outside in horror and shouted breathlessly, Here comes the kid! Here comes the kid!

What Zhao Bo face big change where

All the fierce Yang brothers in the hall also have complex expressions and fear in their eyes.

Dadada

Slowly, a slender figure sounded from outside the hall and walked slowly into the hall.

The newcomer was dressed in a navy robe with a ferocious black kid mask and a pair of cold eyes exposed.

Looking into the hall, kid, everyone gasped.

Kid, Yamaraja temple, desperate kid.

Master Zhao, you’ve got the Yamaraja Order for 24 hours. Whether to make a decision? The kid’s cold eyes swept away and looked at Zhao Bo at the forefront.

Zhao Bo face complex bite a tooth to meet kids ask eyes fierce Yang door is willing to listen to Yamaraja temple orders.

Good, good, said the satisfied kid, turning around and striding towards the outside of the hall. Master Zhao will crush the gifts in Yamaraja’s Order Bar and you will be satisfied.

Looking at the kid striding away from the whitehaired old man, I was unwilling to look at Zhao Bo. You just gave away the 200year inheritance of the door owner Lieyangmen.

Uncle Tian, if not, what do you want me to do? There are 19 Gu Wu sects in Taimen, Dongzong, Taixue Er Quan Mountain and Baimuzong, and only three days later, there are 19 Gu Wu sects destroyed by Yamaraja Temple. Zhao Bo’s eyes are splitting and his voice is trembling. Uncle Tian, you told me that our fierce Yangmen is better than the 19 Gu Wu sects destroyed by Yamaraja Temple.

Listen, Zhao Bo questioned the whitehaired uncle for a while.

Take a deep breath. Zhao Bo’s face looked dim and looked at Yamaraja’s hands. He made a pinch.

bang

What is this?

I’m really angry.

It’s amazing.

Zhao Bo face consternation color looked at the hands of the stars.

Yamaraja made a canopy of starlight diffuse in the air, and these starlight have magical ability to refine the true qi and speed up the refining of the true qi.

Not the kui is the first person in Wulin, not the kui is the Yamaraja Temple. Only with this skill, Zhao Bo knew that Lieyangmen could never be an opponent of Yamaraja Temple.

At the same time, dozens of ancestral halls in China are experiencing a similar situation in the fierce Yangmen. Of course, there are also many ancestral halls that refuse to serve in Yamaraja Hall.

A case of external collapse in the end of Yamaraja Hall, a refusal minister.

When Yamaraja Temple closed the ancestral gate of the ancient martial world, the Royal Guards also tried to hunt down the immortals.

Menlian Sect is located in Qingcheng Mountain, Chaohu Lake.

Dozens of members of the Royal Guards wearing camouflage armed with energy weapons surrounded a temple in Qingchao Mountain.

The first impressively is left eye spy Meng Taste.

Meng taste more than a dozen cultivate immortality across the face was frightened.

In this era, people who cultivate immortality are a little better than ordinary people, even a dark fighter can sweep this group of people who cultivate immortality.

Who are you? A 17yearold boy with fine features asked in a trembling voice.

Where is the curtain of the patriarch Bao Huo? Meng tried to speak coldly.

suzubu

no

Meng Taste’s eyes narrowed, Bao Huo, but Li Ling named the person who wanted to cultivate immortality

take

yes

Make Meng taste the back and the Royal Guards quickly before.

You can’t do this.

We didn’t break the law. You can’t arrest us.

There is no resistance in the face of this group of immortal cultivators, the Royal Guards.

Meng Taste stared at the distant temple with a grim expression and said, Blow up this temple.

Yes, the three Royal Guards swept away at the temple with time bombs.

No, you can’t blow it up

You will be damned.

Fierce Yangmen Huaxia ancient martial arts is a secondrate clan, but there are three fighters who can't be turned into strength.

Listening to Meng Taste’s cold words, the group of immortals detained by the Royal Guards cried sadly and their eyes flashed with despair.

Who dares to blow up my curtain suddenly burst into an angry roar from a distance.

Meng taste corners of the mouth flush with a smile eyelid a lift twist a head to look at the sound direction.

it’s the patriarch

The patriarch is back and we are safe.

Bao Huo’s face was full of anger and stared at dozens of people wearing camouflage and armed with energy weapons in the distance. Why do you detain my door curtain brother?

Just because we are Royal Guards

What? Bao Huo stared at Meng Taste with a cold expression in his heart. My door curtain Sect didn’t do anything to offend the Royal Guards.

Looking at a face of fear, Bao Huomeng tasted a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth. Bao Huo, do you remember a month ago when you gave directions to a teenager in Beijing?