On the hillside not far from the small pavilion, there is a majestic middle-aged man here. He stood in the wind, squinting his eyes and staring at all.

He is the person in charge of the god, He Nanfeng.

He Nanfeng's face was gloomy. He withdrew his gaze, looked at the young man standing beside him, and said coldly: "Who is this guy with a mask?

It seems that our plan does not have this step?"

"Report to Mr. He, we don't know this person either!"

The young man could feel He Nanfeng's anger and said tremblingly.

"waste!"

He Nanfeng shook his hand angrily, wishing he could slap the young man to death with one palm.

The young man shrank his neck so much that he shook his whole body and did not dare to say anything again.

They had long received news that Wangyue Pavilion was coming to sneak attack. They arranged many masters on the way, and all the accidents had already occurred to them, but they did not expect that the masters who were arranged would die so quickly.

He was unwilling to admit his failure, and he was even more afraid to fail.

He Nanfeng knew exactly what failure meant.

"Mr. He, should we do it?"

The young man's eyes turned and he plucked up his courage to ask.

He heard this, He Nanfeng seemed to be thinking. After a long time, he sighed: "No matter who the masked man is, we need to stop them here, let's act!"

"yes!"

The young man didn't say anything more. He turned around and faced dozens of masters who had been on standby for a long time, and waved his hand: "Action!"

Swish... With the sound of gusts of wind breaking, the gods and masters jumped and disappeared from the spot.

at the same time.

The masked man stood in the wind, his mind was free and relaxed. He smiled faintly: "If you want to pass here, you can only defeat me!"

"Who are you?"

Ye Linghao stared at the other party and was ready to take action at any time.

"who I am?"

When the masked man heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then said calmly: "It's easy to say, the people in the martial arts world call me a half immortal..." Banxian?

Why have you never heard of this person?

Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, but they had never heard of the person "Banxian".

Could it be that they are ignorant?

Ye Linghao couldn't help but squint his eyes. He put his right hand behind him and quietly made a gesture to the powerful man in the Moon Pavilion.

The powerful men of Wangyue Pavilion understood it. They all flew up, occupied one side, and surrounded the masked man.

Facing their siege, the masked man was still calm and calm, without any panic in his eyes.

"I'll just go! Is this guy too calm?"

Seeing the masked man's calm appearance, Zhang Bufan was a little stunned.

If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely be frightened by this kind of situation.

However, the masked man was not scared, but was silent and as if nothing had happened.

Um?

The masked man suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked around with vigilance.

Swish! One by one, the sound of breaking winds came into everyone's ears.

The next moment.

A large number of men in black jumped out from all over the world, and instead surrounded the powerful men of Wangyue Pavilion.

What's going on?

The strong men in Wangyue Pavilion were stunned for a moment, staring at the men in black who suddenly appeared without any fear in the event of change.

At this time, He Nanfeng put his hands behind him, flew towards him as light as a swallow, and landed steadily on the ground.

He glanced at the masked man, raised his hand and ordered: "Kill them, no one will be left!"

"Kill and kill!"

For a moment, the masters of the gods roared and each of them came with swords and swords.

The powerful men of Wangyue Pavilion remained calm in the face of danger and soon fought with the masters of the gods.

Ye Linghao simply cooled the masked man aside. He looked at He Nanfeng not far away and said coldly: "I guess you are the head of the Gods Headquarters, He Nanfeng, right?"

"So it's Lord Ye!"

He Nanfeng stood in the wind, and he smiled indifferently: "Are you not afraid of being devastatingly hit by the Jiang family when you come to Wangyue Pavilion this time?"

Jiang Family?

Ye Linghao smiled disdainfully: "If we are afraid of the Jiang family, will we still come here?"

"That's right, it seems that I underestimated you."

He Nanfeng smiled freely.

"Get a move!"

Ye Linghao stood with his hands behind his back, his expression was very calm, but his eyes were filled with a sense of fighting spirit.

He wanted to see how powerful He Nanfeng was, he could actually sit in the position of the person in charge.

He Nanfeng's eyes turned cold, his anger sinks into his dantian, his body moves with the wind, and turns into a strong wind sweeping over.

At this moment, the momentum that filled his body had already soared into the sky.

Ye Linghao raised his hands, and a stream of force quietly arrived and rushed forward.

Bang bang bang! For a moment, they fought to the sky and the earth were shaking, which was shocking! The masked man was a little stunned, and he stood there like a dumbfounded chicken.

Even he did not expect that the masters of the gods would take action at this time.

"Do it!"

At this moment, Nangong Jin shook his figure and brought the masters of the Nangong family to kill him here.

Damn! The masked man came to his senses instantly. He raised his fists and rushed forward, and soon disappeared into the crowd.

Bang bang bang! Nangong Jin and the others tried their best but still couldn't shake it.

Miao Susu was not in a hurry to take action, she watched all this quietly.

As time goes by, she suddenly discovered a problem.

There were signs of keeping your hand when the masked man made a move. He could knock Nangong Jin back several times, but suddenly stopped at the critical moment... What's going on?

Miao Susu observed carefully for a long time and found that the masked man's posture and moves looked so much like that bastard Zhang Yi?

Mo Shuining also saw it, and she couldn't help asking: "Do you think that masked man is the junior uncle?"

After hearing this, Miao Susu felt that it made sense.

More than ten minutes have passed. Even Zhang Yi, that bastard, should have come back long ago, right?

However, they had not seen Zhang Yi for a long time.

Does this mean that the masked man was pretended to be Zhang Yi?

What is the purpose of doing this?

Seeing that Nangong Jin and the Nangong family were unable to do anything, Buwu Zhenren finally couldn't bear to see it anymore. He flew over with a whisk in his hand and smiled faintly: "Leave it to me!"

"good!"

Nangong Jin looked at the masked man deeply, especially after staying in the masked man's eyes for a long time, she seemed to understand something.

Immediately afterwards, Nangong Jin led the Nangong family to rush towards the god master.

As for the masked man, it will be left to the Buwu Zhenren.

Buwu Zhenren had a kind face. He stared at the masked man and smiled: "Friend, you look like a friend of mine!"

"Haha, you're really good at joking!"

The masked man laughed loudly, and he said hoarsely: "I am a rumored half-immortal. Which friend do you think I am like you?"

"Semi-immortal?

I have been in the world for many years, and I have never heard of such a person in the world!"

True Man Buwu smiled faintly: "Well, no matter who you are, I will accept you today and defend you for the sake of heaven!"

"Okay, if you have the guts, follow me!"
Chapter completed!