Yu Daan, who had just rushed half way, stopped as if someone had cast a body spell, and could no longer move half a step.
Nuo Da's hall was instantly dead silent, and a complete bone chill arose from everyone's hearts.
Although not everyone is as ignorant as Yu Daan, who thinks that with Jiang Chengye's first-grade Emperor Saint cultivation, he can stand shoulder to shoulder with emperor envoys and even saint kings, but everyone must admit that his cultivation has reached the realm of emperor saints , can be regarded as the strong and naive of Wuji Sheng. If it is a head-to-head fight, it is definitely not something that ordinary saints can contend with.
But now, their eyes are on the real strong man, the owner of the Lingdan Villa who promises life and death, but they have been slapped down with a slap. The most terrifying thing is that they didn't even see how the other party made the move Yes, I just felt a blur in front of my eyes, and the owner of the village was already lying on the ground like a dead dog.
A guard was silent like cicadas, he felt cold air from the soles of his feet rushing straight to his forehead, his whole body trembled, but he kept rejoicing: Fortunately, he didn't make a move, otherwise the person lying on the ground would not be the owner of the villa but himself .
They are indeed thankful, because this time it was not Luo Enen or Gu Fenghua who shot, but Ye Yunji.
Like Lu Xiuwen and others of the Broken Moon Sect, Jiang Chengye relied on the holy pills left by his ancestors and various secret methods to forcibly elevate the emperor. When it comes to real combat power, it is even worse than Lu Xiuwen and others. He has to take care of Fenghua's views , If you really want to fight for your life, Luo Enen and Bai Fatty can probably beat him to the ground. How can such strength be able to block Ye Yunji's unceremonious slap.
But no matter what, his strength is still much stronger than his guards, and even he has the same result. If the guards made a rash move just now, one can imagine what will happen.
They are lucky, but some people are not lucky at all.
Holding a long sword in his hand, Yu Daan stood in the middle of the hall, looking at Gu Fenghua who was frosty in front of him, Ye Yunji, Luo Enen and then looked at those guards whose eyes wandered away, as if they were wandering in the sky and didn't see anything. His clothes were instantly drenched in cold sweat, and his mind was blank.
"You want to do it too?" The corners of Gu Fenghua's mouth turned up slightly, as if he was smiling, but that smile was full of contempt, as cold as a knife.
"No, no, no, no." Yu Da'an stammered, almost dying of fright. Holding the sword, it's like holding a hot potato, neither throwing it, nor not throwing it.
Are you kidding, the owner of the villa has been slapped into a dead dog by others, if you do it yourself, you will become a dead scum. Well, it is actually a kind of luck to be able to die to scum, at least there is still a place to bury the bones, the biggest possibility is that there is no scum left after death.
"Then what are you doing with your sword?" Lonen asked.
"III, I'll kill the chicken, yes, I'll kill the chicken to see you off, good luck, eat chicken tonight." Yu Da'an was about to cry, stammered for a long time, and finally managed to get his wits out of his wits.
"Well, I wanted to leave at first. Since you are so sincere, then we won't leave until we finish eating the chicken." Gu Fenghua said with a half-smile.
Her smile is still as gentle and calm as before, as harmless to humans and animals, but in Yu Daan's eyes, it is so terrifying.
"Choke!" The long sword fell to the ground, and Yu Daan's knees softened, and he knelt down. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com