The thing that Sun Wenpeng threw out was also a treasure, but it was shattered immediately under the thunder, and the thunder still had its own power, hitting the ground and blowing out a big pit.

"you……"

Sun Wenpeng was still scared, "Who are you..."

And the Sanren who was defeated by Sun Wenpeng was even more shocked.

The scattered people in the third heaven should not have such skills. Sun Wenpeng is already the most outstanding among the contemporary disciples of the Sun family, so he is above the top, is very arrogant, and looks down on ordinary cultivators. In addition to those three heavenly figures with extraordinary backgrounds, only the best people above the third heaven can make him feel awe.

This person can easily surpass Sun Wenpeng, without any effort?

Even though he was born in a clan of Taoism, Sun Wenpeng was extremely outstanding among his disciples. So according to this calculation, the person in front of him...

When the scattered people think about it, they feel hopeless to get out of trouble and feel ecstatic.

"The Sun family is arrogant, do you care who I am?" Qingyuan raised his footsteps, walked slowly, and said, "Your Sun family has only such skills?"

Qingyuan suffered a lot of losses from Lu Yushuang. Even though he was in a peaceful state, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed. At this moment, he met this arrogant and outstanding Sun family, which was just enough to vent his depression.

When Sun Wenpeng heard this, he said angrily: "You are seeking death!"

His hands shook open, and there were more than ten iron gods, rolling over like a covert place.

"Can you use Taoist techniques to harm me a treasure, can you still issue more than ten Taoist techniques in an instant?"

At this moment, Sun Wenpeng no longer had the idea of ​​capturing himself, and he was determined to kill this person.

"Tu..." Qingyuan looked at the iron god coming towards his body. He had already prepared this time. He had already pressed the left seal technique and quickly recited a mantra in his mouth. As soon as the seal technique was released, the true energy came out.

In the Condensation Tower, the five elements rotate, and the "Qingyuan" inside is already sitting cross-legged, sitting above the central Xu Earth.

"rise!"

A rolling sound.

The land in front of Qingyuan was rolled up, like a piece of silk cloth four or five feet long and wide, rolling up the more than ten iron gods.

In an instant, countless sounds broke out, and all the iron gallbladders burst out, piercing this layer of ground into holes.

As soon as Qingyuan collected the situation, the land fell down again.

As for the more than ten iron spikes, the ferocious iron spikes fell in front of him. He was already in the Taoist practice of the third heaven. He just waved his hand and released his true energy, blowing it over, touching the iron spikes, and immediately letting these many iron spikes be retracted and countless iron balls fell to the ground.

Qingyuan curled the corner of his mouth and put it away.

Sun Wenpeng was stunned for a moment, his head was a little blank, and the scattered man was even more stunned.

The flame Taoist technique can be launched in an instant. This person should be good at fire, but why is it so powerful for the earth type?

Although those who practice Taoism do not stick to the meaning of their own condensation, this young man seems to... both are exquisite?

"Iron God Balance... Actually, it should be used like this."

Qingyuan took one and threw it over.

Sun Wenpeng slightly dodged, moving seven or eight feet horizontally, and the iron gall blinked past his body.

However, at this time, a little smile appeared in Qingyuan's eyes.

For some reason, Sun Wenpeng's heart sank and saw the iron ball passing by him suddenly release countless iron thorns.

The iron spike was about one meter long, while Sun Wenpeng was only seven or eight feet apart. He felt chill and immediately used Taoism, but was stabbed in the waist and abdomen, dripping blood.

"How is that possible?"

Sun Wenpeng covered his waist and abdomen. Although he was not in danger of his life, he knew that he was far from being an opponent of the other party. He looked at Qingyuan's gaze and felt a little shocked, "How could you use the Iron God to this point?"

The Sun family's iron god and method of displaying it are secrets. In addition to being able to see through it at a glance, ordinary monks cannot use it even if they succeed.

But the man in front of him not only could the Sun family's iron courage, but his skills were even better than him.

The iron courage he used must be exposed to things before it will burst out with iron thorns. But this young man seems to be able to control it at will?

Kiyohara did not answer him, but just asked: "How many skills do you have? Just use them all..."

Sun Wenpeng naturally has many abilities. He has also learned a lot of Taoist techniques included in the Sun family and the inherited Taoist techniques. However, the most powerful Taoist technique in his hand is the Qinglong Yuan Transformation Technique.

Even this most powerful Taoist technique was easily broken in the other party's hands, and the iron god was also easily taken away... Although he had the ability, how could he defeat the other party?

"You will not be a scattered person." Sun Wenpeng took a deep breath and asked, "Which family are you a disciple? Although you dress in Taoist robe, your clothes and hair are different. Abide by the Zhengdao Sect and attach great importance to rules, so you will definitely not be so inappropriate. You are definitely not a disciple of the Zhengdao Sect. Most of the Huanhua Pavilion is a woman, and you will not be a disciple of the Huanhua Pavilion. As for the disciples of other families such as the Seven Spirit Sect, I know that there will be no one in the Third Heaven... How did you get in? Zhengxiandao? Pre-Qin Mountain and Sea Realm? Or is it a disciple of any expert? Or a family like Lindong Bai family?"

"I was wearing a Taoist robe, and you could tell at a glance that I was not a disciple of the Shouzheng Taoist Sect, so I lost my fear?" Qingyuan raised his eyebrows and said, "I have good eyesight, but unfortunately I am just used to take advantage of opportunities and bully the weak and fear the strong..."

Sun Wenpeng breathed and said, "It's just that I've misunderstood. If I had known my friend for this, Sun would definitely not have attacked you."

Qingyuan said calmly: "That's all?"

Sun Wenpeng was stunned and said, "I admit defeat this time, what else do you want?"

Kiyohara no longer spoke, but just raised the iron rod.

"You want to kill me?"

Sun Wenpeng's expression suddenly changed. He was also very keen. He quickly dodged the moment the iron rod was raised.

The red thunder arose in an instant, hitting the land and setting off a pit of earth.

Sun Wenpeng glanced at it, was shocked in his heart, and shouted: "Don't forget, my Sun family is the first family in Luoyue County."

"It is precisely because your Sun family is powerful that you can only kill you to silence me." Qingyuan stepped on his feet, jumped over, and hit him hard, "If you are outside, you may still pity your difficulty in practicing, but here...you can die!"

This stick came down with a thunderous sound.

Sun Wenpeng took out a wooden stake and blocked it in front of him.

The wooden stake was covered with rune marks, and a flash of light flashed. However, before the wooden stake could show some mystery, it was beaten into two pieces by a stick.

Sun Wenpeng, holding a wooden stake, numb his arm, and the force of the rod was used to throw it back and fell to the side of the scattered man.

His eyes turned, and he suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on the Sanren who was subdued by him. His true energy turned and untie his ban.

Without waiting for the casual man to take action, Sun Wenpeng quickly said: "He is afraid of my Sun family, so he wants to kill me to silence me. Since it is silence, do you think you can survive?"

The scattered man was stunned.

Sun Wenpeng shouted: "Join to kill him!"

When the sanren heard this, his face was shocked and suspicious.

However, at this moment, Sun Wenpeng retreated and quickly fled.

Qingyuan felt speechless. Sun Wenpeng's trick was like the scheming old man named Guo. However, Sun Wenpeng was cunning, and Qingyuan was not slow to start. He pointed to an iron rod and the red thunder rushed over.

Thirty or forty feet away, under the thunder, in just a moment.

A bang blast!

The red light flashed, then the light dissipated and the dust settled.

Sun Wenpeng was not dead yet because a palm blocked his back and stopped the thunder.

The palm was as haggard as tree bark, slowly retracted, and a sound full of admiration rang out.
Chapter completed!