Uncle Jiu: I punish the criminals according to the will of Heaven, and you say I’m arrogant?

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That night, in the Taoist temple where Zhe Gu was.

"Big Brother!"

The four domineering and powerful men appeared in front of Yang Lingxiao in high spirits. Their majestic aura gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

He has done a lot of good deeds behind him and it is obvious that he is a person with great fortune.

"Who of you wins?"

Yang Lingxiao opened his eyes and asked.

"Hiss... Domineering and powerful, you four bastards actually tried to trap Senior Brother Monkey?"

"Still using thunder magic?"

After he finished speaking, Shi Shaojian and the other six limped out, their faces filled with despair.

Big Brother, these four bastards are trying to trick people!

"Master, it's not me, it's definitely not me!"

"How could I, a great Di Ting, do something that specifically targets people's dirty tricks?"

Fu Meng, who was enjoying himself eating watermelon on the side, shuddered all over when Yang Lingxiao looked at him, and quickly suppressed the obscene expression of a Siberian wolf on his face.

Grandmaster, my master is slandering me!

"Crack!"

Lightning flashed everywhere, and Fu Meng immediately turned into a Gouzi brand Hot Wheels.

Don't ask, the only thing you need to know is that the master's thunder magic has long reached the level where he can control it freely and at will.

When struck by thunder, Fu Meng's eyes were filled with truth, goodness and beauty.

"Since you won, I'll take you with me this time!"

"Fu Meng, go!"

Yang Lingxiao swung his sleeves in a domineering and powerful manner. Zuo Qianhu, Yan Chixia and Fu Meng all disappeared without a trace, leaving Shi Shaojian and others standing there with their eyes wide open, stunned.

Big Brother, please rescue us!

As a flash of light passed by, everyone immediately appeared in the system space.

Looking around, the arena in the distance was filled with figures that were familiar or unfamiliar to them.

"No way, Master! If you do that again, I'll really die in front of you!"

Fu Meng was trembling all over, looking like he had the distemper.

Not the master. Last time, my opponent was the phantom of the Sun-Swallowing God. Now he’s my ancestor, right?

So you won’t act anymore?

I won't lie. When my ancestor strikes down with his claws, I will definitely die peacefully.

"Big Brother, this is..."

The four domineering and powerful men suddenly swallowed their saliva and hesitated to speak.

If they saw correctly, the four figures on the distant arena seemed to be their godfathers, so what was with those eager expressions?

Zuo Qianhu and Yan Chixia both had stern eyes. When they looked over, they saw Pudu Cihang, who was wearing a monk's robe and holding a Zen staff, standing opposite them.

The aura of the two men was as fierce and ferocious as a dragon, and a glance from their eyes was followed by a deadly Buddhist chant.

"You are the opponent!"

“Remember that understanding is the most important thing!”

"go!"

As Yang Lingxiao's voice fell, several people immediately dodged and rushed forward, leaving several afterimages. After just one encounter, the figures of several people staggered as if they were hit by something heavy and almost fell off the ring.

"Wow, old man, you're making it very difficult for me to do this!"

Fu Meng's body was filled with lightning, and divine thunder rose from the horn on his head and struck Di Ting opposite him.

Di Ting narrowed his eyes slightly and took a light step.

As he stepped down, Fu Meng felt his anus tightening again and again.

"Ancestor... Holy shit!"

"Ow..."

"Ancestor, please... Pah, fellow Taoist, please stay!"

After one encounter, Fu Meng was forced to use his ultimate move.

Don’t ask, the answer is that my ancestors raised me, and I grew up in accordance with my ancestors.

"Demon, demon, demon!"

Zuo Qianhu attacked with all his might, and his brave appearance made it difficult to tell whether he was the demon or Pudu Cihang on the opposite side was the demon.

"ridiculous!"

Pudu Cihang sneered and turned into a figure exactly like Zuo Qianhu.

"Demon, be punished!!"

Pu Du Ci Hang, who was standing opposite Zuo Qian Hu, did not make any unnecessary moves. He swung the Zen stick in his hand violently and rushed forward to attack.

It's uncomfortable to be domineering and powerful.

The four generals of the Mo family on the opposite side didn't even make a single unnecessary move. They just pinned the four men to the ground and rubbed them over and over again with their bare hands.

"Godfather, I'm sorry..."

"Peng!"

The four were knocked over onto the ring again.

"Godfather, I'm sorry!"

The four of them launched an attack and then rushed forward to kill.

Fists and feet collided, and the entire ring was filled with dull thunder-like collision sounds.

After a quick glance, Yang Lingxiao withdrew his gaze.

With this arena, although these people are not invincible in the same realm, they are not far off.

No matter how violent your enemies are, I will remain unmoved.

In a word!

The Taoist priest was beaten by the great god!

Without paying much attention to the scene in the distance, Yang Lingxiao's figure flashed and he came to the place that was blocked by countless iron chains again. Looking around, there were more than thousands of them.

Even though he had cut off dozens or hundreds of them, it was just a drop in the bucket.

"Buzz!"

The sword spirit appeared, and then found a comfortable position to sit down, staring at the chains, with a look of interest in his golden eyes.

"My good friend, have you ever seen a genius?"

While Yang Lingxiao suddenly realized how to break the chains in front of him, he also paid some attention to ask the sword spirit!

Apart from the emperor, God knows how many people the sword spirit has met, and how talented and extraordinary the sword wielders of all generations must have been.

The sword spirit thought for a moment before answering, "A lot!"

“Some of them are born as immortals, while others have extraordinary and unusual origins.

Some even transcended into immortality within a hundred days, and some even went so far as to want to wield swords and defeat the heavens."

"Later, except for a few, the rest died!"

"A genius is nothing, and neither is a scoundrel; only a living genius can be called a genius, while one who has died halfway can only be called a mediocre one.

I haven't seen any geniuses, but I have seen the vigor and ambition of young people, you, Emperor Xuanyuan, and that descendant of the Northern Zhou royal family."

After the sword spirit finished speaking, it transformed into a handful of golden tasseled fluorescence and disappeared.

All that was left was the continuous sound of chains breaking.

"Hey, isn't this my eldest nephew?"

In a trance, Yang Lingxiao felt as if he had come to a cloud. Looking around, the surroundings were hazy, with only layers of blood clouds burned by flames lingering for a long time.

"Nephew!"

Yang Lingxiao: “…”

This is not a good name.

If I remember correctly, the eldest nephew was synonymous with danger in a certain dynasty.

The kind where your head is rolling all over the floor.

"Uncle Three!"

Yang Lingxiao seized the opportunity and bowed to a certain area.

The clouds and mist dissipated, revealing the great god Haihui in flaming golden armor.

"Little ghost, you have made great progress recently!"

The Great God Haihui patted Yang Lingxiao's shoulder and spoke with a hint of sarcasm.

Yang Lingxiao's practice was no longer gradual, but crazy.

By taking multiple approaches, his cultivation level increased abnormally rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, he reached the eighth level of Earth Master, and was only a few levels away from entering the realm of Heavenly Master.

"Uncle San, your cultivation is not improving but regressing!"

"When you are slacking off, your enemies are practicing. When you are practicing, your enemies are still practicing madly."

"Once again, the strong and the weak will be revealed!"

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