The winner's seventh elder looked at Zhao Fan impatiently, and was too lazy to talk to Zhao Fan. The spiritual pressure of the great master's strength burst out instantly and fell towards Zhao Fan like a mountain.

Zhao Fan didn't even move, and this kind of mental pressure basically had no meaning to him.

The ghost king of the Underworld Emperor organization is not good at combat effectiveness, but some of the methods are still very magical. The stronger the strength, the more you can feel the number of soul powers absorbed at that time. How much benefit did Zhao Fan give?

In the eyes of the Seventh Elder, his reaction felt that he had been suppressed and could not move at all.

The corners of his mouth raised, he sneered disdainfully, and randomly raised his hand and took a closer look.

He took photos casually, and the dark color on his face was also very sure.

Because he felt that a master at the level of a master could just slap him to death with just one palm.

Then, he got the slump.

Zhao Fan's purpose is to force the winner to find out the whereabouts of the old man, so he actually hopes that someone can say a few words after the winner comes out.

So the seventh elder paused for a moment, and he was not in a hurry to take action.

Now that this person is still so cruel and ruthless, how could he be polite?

While this man raised his hand, his feet had already moved, and when the palm of this man fell, he came to the man.

With the help of Insight Talisman last night, he had entered a brand new world. No matter what his cultivation ideas or the skills he had, he had already gained a new understanding.

The same palm was slapped out, and the lightning light on the palm had spread along the arm to the shoulders. Although the sun was shining at this moment, the lightning light was extremely visible, like a small silver dragon. With the sound of hissing, he followed the palm that Zhao Fan slapped and drilled into the body of the seventh elder.

"Boom!"

A thunder sounded in the sunny day that made the entire mountain tremble. At this moment, whether it was watching the game or the winners who had fought with Li Buer and others, they were all roaring in their ears and their hearts trembled suddenly.

The shrill scream was covered by the thunder. Everyone saw that the seventh elder grew up and flew backwards like a torn rag that was thrown out, collapsing and collapsing the unique viewing pavilion behind him, and most of the buried in the ruins. The lightning on his body was still making noises.

The mountains became a little quiet, and even the two sides in the battle stopped unknowingly.

Everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Fan.

Especially the winners, they thought that Zhao Fan was the weakest among the four people who came to break through the mountain, but only then did they realize that this person who looked the youngest and showed the lowest strength was the strongest one.

"Fortunately we didn't pester it all the time. If he did this for me, how could I have life?"

The young people who appeared first looked at each other and all understood the meaning in each other's eyes, and shivered in an extremely neat manner.

With such a big noise, not only more people on the mountain were alarmed, but people began to gather here quickly.

After hesitating for a moment, Li Buer and the other three returned to Zhao Fan's side. The three people who were fighting against them were about to stop him when they saw Zhao Fan's cold gaze sweeping over. When their hearts trembled, they were hesitant and did not take action.

The four people began to take steps towards the top of the mountain again, with neat and steady steps, neither fast nor slow speed, like walking in the garden.

Li Buer, Lu Shan and Yunguifeng are in a complicated mood at this moment.

They are from the Dark Dragon Courtyard. They have nothing to do in the Tianlong Courtyard over the years, and they have actually done a lot of big things. But at this moment, they followed the young man in front of them who looked a little thin, looking at his straight back, and suddenly felt that even if he died here today, it was worth it.

The ancient martial arts forces, three families and four factions, have the strongest winners.

Others may not know that, but the Dark Dragon Courtyard is very clear.

At this moment, the four of them broke into their most core mountain gate on the island where the winner was the most core. Under the gaze of a group of great masters, no one dared to stop them.

This is a passionate moment they have never experienced before, and even if they survive this time, they will probably never experience such a moment for the rest of their lives.

Men should kill people, kill people without mercy, and the immortal karma of the ages is all in the murder...

Only when a man can experience such a scene once in his life is truly worthwhile.

Hundreds of people gathered around the four people at this moment, more than a dozen of them had appeared in the power of the master, and four had appeared in the level of the master.

In addition to the seventh elder who had been beaten and deposed by Zhao Fan, who was hurriedly carried away for rescue, the remaining three great masters and many winners followed the four of them.

Everyone wanted to stop them, but even masters like the Seventh Elder had only one move in Zhao Fan's hands. What's the point of no matter how many people there were left?

"I want to see when you can endure it, how many trump cards you have to take out!"

From where Zhao Fan and others are located to the top of the mountain, there should be about two kilometers away. Zhao Fan's eyes seemed to penetrate the barrier of this distance. He looked straight into the eyes of the man on the top of the mountain and sneered.

"Little baby, this is not the place you should come!"

An old voice came from the attic on the roadside. The old man standing on the balcony shouted softly, and his body rose into the air, as if there were steps in the void, and walked towards Zhao Fan step by step.

"I've met the Nineteenth Ancestor!"

When the winner saw this person appear, all of them looked solemn and saluted respectfully. The young generation directly knelt on the ground, while everyone else bent down.

This person has a high status. When he appears, everyone in the winner has a look of relief.

However, the winner did not dare to be arrogant in front of this person. They were all honest and did not even make a comment. They consciously retreated for a while and opened up the venue for this person.

The man stepped in the air and stopped not far in front of Zhao Fan, still standing in the air, looking down at Zhao Fan.

Zhao Fan was also looking at him.

This person's hair and beard are already snow-white, but the skin on his face is still firm and smooth, making him a real childish face.

Zhao Fan couldn't tell how old he was, but he knew in his heart that this person should be one of the winners who pursue immortality, and he had a small achievement.

This person is at least over a hundred years old.

"I haven't taken action for nearly fifty years, and I don't want to make an exception for you little kids. You can destroy your cultivation yourself and wait for it!"

The sea breeze was blowing all the time, and the old man's clothes and long hair were constantly raised by the wind, looking like a fairy-like appearance, dark and cold and indifferent. His eyes looked at Zhao Fan, really like an ant that could be pinched to death by randomness.

"You guys lose your cultivation and tell me what I want to know. I can let you live a life!"

Zhao Fan sneered, looked at the old man playfully, and said with a slight mockery.

"I'm looking for death, but in front of the Nineteenth Ancestor, I dare to talk nonsense like this!"

A master of a great master had his hair and beard and hair were wide open, and he roared at Zhao Fan.

"You can come here and try!"

Zhao Fan looked at the man with disdain, his breath flowed, and his feet immediately floated away from the ground and floated into the air. After reaching the same height as the Nineteenth Ancestor, he also looked at the man with a condescending sneer.

"How is this possible? He can actually do immortal magic?"

"Didn't it mean that only by practicing to the level of a great master can one start practicing immortal methods? How did he do it?"

"Can this man have found the real technique of immortality? Could it be that he is actually hundreds of years old, and he looks so young just because he has practiced the immortal skills?"

The winners were confused. In their minds, they could be able to do it. Only by practicing the "Immortal Technique" can they be achieved. However, practicing the Immortal Technique requires strength to reach the level of a master before they can start.

Zhao Fan in front of him looked so young, but suddenly showed what these people dreamed of since childhood. They were all excited and even forgot about their fear of the Nineteenth Ancestor, and exclaimed in an unknowing voice.

"The people from Tianlong Academy really have such a heritage."

"I really searched everywhere without any effort. Since you have arrived here and let me see these things again, then you can stay for me!"

The Nineteenth Ancestor really knew these things. Seeing Zhao Fan showing this move, Gu Jingbubo's face was instantly moved, and a greedy light burst out from his warm eyes.

"It seems that I've been here right this time!"

Zhao Fan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he took a step in the air. The terrifying tears instantly appeared on his hands and slapped at the man.

“Duh!”

When the Nineteenth Ancestor saw Zhao Fan's movements, he was slightly stunned and laughed randomly. His hands were clasped on his chest. While shouting loudly, a strange aura burst out instantly and bumped towards Zhao Fan.

This kind of aura is very strange. It is not as strong as the wind that attacks from the air, but it seems a little silent.

If Zhao Fan had not reached this level of strength and the Xuanyu Creation Sutra was mysterious enough, he would not even feel the appearance of this aura.

Zhao Fan also has an instinctive warning about unknown things in time, and he has no intention of resisting them.

He stepped on his feet again, his figure suddenly raised, and he instantly avoided the range covered by the aura.

"Scary soul!"

It was impolite to come without going. Just when the Nineteenth Ancestor was slightly stunned, the seal on Zhao Fan's hand had already been shot out as fast as possible. With a light reprimand from his mouth, the mysterious aura fell on the Nineteenth Ancestor.

Then, amid the screams of everyone who wins, the Nineteenth Ancestor, who was like a god in their minds, fell from the air for no reason.

The face hit the ground first...

This person is so important. Seeing that something went wrong with him, the winners were almost crazy and all rushed over with fearlessness. Zhao Fan, who wanted to block him and still wanted to attack him.

Li Buer and the other three were not here to watch the fun. Although they could not stop them all, they also blocked the three great masters.

And the remaining people could not even withstand Zhao Fan's mental pressure, so how could they stop him?

Everything happened in the flash of lightning. The few people who were a little farther away had not even reacted. At this moment, the Nineteenth Ancestor, whose face was covered with dust, had been held in his hand by Zhao Fan.
Chapter completed!