The man with black armor only felt as if he had been thrown into a terrifying sea of ​​thunder and fire, and his eyes widened in horror.

"Click!"

The black armored man was annihilated by a palm without even humming, and there was no trace left.

"You... are so brave! You dare to kill my disciples of Shenyang Sect at will to inspire the Zhentian Bell!" The old man with dark face changed drastically when he saw Zhao Yuande slapped the black armored man with a palm.

The group of black armored strong men couldn't help but breathe a breath of air when they saw this scene, and their faces suddenly became extremely solemn. They were naturally knowledgeable people, and they could see how terrible Zhao Yuande's palm was at a glance.

Moreover, the other party was so unscrupulous that he killed the disciples of the Shenyang Sect. This guy was either a madman or had huge power support behind him.

Whether they are madmen or huge forces support them, they are not something that ordinary disciples of the Shenyang Sect can afford to provoke.

So all of these guys stopped all of a sudden, but did not retreat, but just surrounded Zhao Yuande and others in the center.

"clang!"

A shocking bell rang out, and the bell rang out in the void and passed away at an unknown distance.

"Junior sister, you friend..." Zhao Yuande slapped and killed the black armored man. Ding Ruoyun's face suddenly turned pale, and despair was already in his eyes when he looked at Feng Yingyu.

"Senior sister, don't worry. Since Brother Zhao dares to take action, he must be sure, so you don't have to worry!" Although Feng Yingyu was comforting his senior sister, she was also in a mess. She didn't know whether Zhao Yuande was reckless or confident.

"Brother Zhao is not that kind of reckless person, you don't have to worry." Lu Shan nodded at this time.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a sound of breaking through the sky came from the sky, and a huge chasing cart rushed out of the void.

This carriage is more luxurious and magnificent than the previous one of the Saint Son of the Shenyang Sect. There are two huge white tigers pulling the cart in front of them, and the white tiger exudes a terrifying power. You can tell at a glance that it is the real white tiger bloodline.

"Hmm?" Zhao Yuande looked at one of the white tigers, and a hint of doubt appeared on his face, because he felt a familiar breath on the white tiger.

"Tiger Roaring Sky!" Zhao Yuande's eyes suddenly became sharp. He remembered that this was the breath of Tiger Roaring Sky!

At that time, he met a genius from the White Tiger Clan in Qinglong City, the lower realm, named Hu Xiaotian. The last time he was a guest in the White Tiger Clan, he got the news that Hu Xiaotian came to Zhongzhou, but he didn't expect that he would become someone else's mount.

"The Holy Son is here!" A loud voice came from the chasing cart, which shook the entire void.

"This is actually the chariot of the Holy Son of the Shenyang Sect. It's really luxurious!" Lu Shan couldn't help but look incredible on his face, "That chariot is Zhuque, this chariot is Baihu, there are two more chariots, Qinglong and Xuanwu, right!"

"Yes, there are indeed two other chariots, namely Qinglong and Xuanwu, who are called the Four Saints chariots by the people of the Shenyang Sect!" Ding Ruoyun gradually calmed down at this time and said in a serious tone, "This saint son has already been ranked on the list of Fengyun as soon as he stepped into the Divine Lord Realm. Although he was ranked 93rd, he was only able to compete with many geniuses in the middle and late stages of the Divine Lord Realm in the early stage of the Divine Lord Realm!"

Zhao Yuande strode towards the White Tiger's carriage at this time. He wanted to go over and ask Hu Xiaotian. It would be fine if he truly surrendered to the Holy Son of Shenyang Sect. If he was forcibly suppressed, he might not have to rescue him.

"Bold! How dare you hit the Holy Son and chase the cart, go to death!" An old man who was injured in the cart roared and waved his long whip and whipped Zhao Yuande hard.

A faint blue light flashed on the long whip, and countless tiny barbs were covered with, which looked extremely poisonous.

Zhao Yuande only saw clearly when he got closer. The two white tigers were covered with whip marks on the backs of the spines, and a trace of light blue liquid oozed out of the wound. The bodies of the two white tigers were trembling slightly, as if they were enduring strong pain.

"Die!" Zhao Yuande's heart was filled with anger. He raised his hand and grabbed the long whip, and then pulled it hard!

How could the old man think that Zhao Yuande dared to grab his thorn and whip with his bare hands, and was pulled out of the cart by Zhao Yuande.

Two black lights shot out from the void, piercing the old man's eyebrows and back of his head, and directly shattering his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Bold!" A loud man's voice came from the chasing cart.

The curtain of the chasing car was lifted and a young man with a tall figure and white skin came out.

At this time, his eyes fell on Zhao Yuande, and a look of anger appeared on his face.

"Who are you? You dare to attack my servant. Are you not afraid of death?" The Holy Son of Shenyang Sect's voice was loud, like thunder rolling in the air.

Zhao Yuande was too lazy to pay attention to him at this time, but turned his eyes to Hu Xiaotian.

"Tiger Roaring Sky! Is it you?"

"I...I...is Hu Xiaotian, you..." The white tiger trembled a little in his voice.

"Do you still remember Qinglong City?" Zhao Yuande said.

"Qinglong City...you are that Zhao..." Hu Xiaotian opened his eyes wide incredibly. He never dreamed that that person had grown so fast back then. In just over a decade, he not only entered the realm of creation, but even became so powerful.

"I'm asking you!" The Holy Son of Shenyang Sect walked towards Zhao Yuande step by step, with murderous intent in his voice.

Countless people watching around all widened their eyes at this time. They didn't know who Zhao Yuande was and why he was so bold to ignore this holy son.

"That white tiger turned out to be the tiger roaring sky that Brother Zhao was looking for! It's really fun to watch now!" Lu Shan's eyes showed excitement.

He was looking forward to the scene where Zhao Yuande knocked the Holy Son of Shenyang Sect to the ground.

This guy makes people feel uncomfortable!

"It turned out to be Hu Xiaotian... It seems that this matter... is not that simple!" Feng Yingyu nodded.

"Tiger roars the sky... I know that the two white tigers were the Holy Son of the Shenyang Sect who had just surrendered recently, but I didn't expect that they were..." Ding Ruoyun's eyes were complicated, but at this moment he felt a little expectant.

"Brother Hu, I ask you, are you voluntarily surrendering to him or being forced!" Zhao Yuande still ignored the murderous Holy Son of the Shenyang Sect, and asked.

"I...we...how can we...submit! Our White Tiger alien race is extremely proud, how can we become a mount!" Hu Xiaotian's voice trembled, and his tone was filled with endless hatred.

"That's all!" Zhao Yuande nodded, then looked at the Holy Son of the Shenyang Sect who was less than ten feet away, with a terrifying light in his eyes.
Chapter completed!