The visitor spoke wildly. Although he was not very tall, he stepped forward with his big steps. Xiang Yang and others felt that a ball of burning fireball was approaching him, burning the earth and cracking the moisture in the human body.

The three of the Fire God Sons were slightly higher than Mai Xiangxiang, but this person was different. Under the intentional demonstration, the internal energy showed an extremely good state. Even Xiang Yang felt that his internal strength was not as good as the other party alone. He should be one of the eighteen Fire Gods under the Ancestor Liehuo.

As the three red-haired men stood up and respectfully called the master, they also confirmed the identity of this person.

"Temporary mission, defeating the Vulcan God Miao Lieli, mission reward, Fantasy Yin refers to the seven years of cultivation progress."

Xiang Yang sensed the reaction of the wordless Tianshu, suddenly stopped the movement in his hand, tilted his head and looked at one of the eighteen fire gods with a arrogant look, Miao Lieli, and estimated his strength with the other party.

"Boy, what are you looking at? Be careful to dig out your eyes. Those two people don't do what they said when they hear my master? Do you really dare to shout with you if we don't have a little support?"

The man who was the first to speak out and provoke laughed, and his face was full of "I'm so mean, come and hit me." It seemed that he was restless and troubled all day long.

But just as he opened his mouth and laughed wildly, a Buddhist bead wrapped in purple air burst out like a bullet and flew towards the man's still open mouth. If it was firmly shot, he would taste what the taste of a mouth (harmonious) explosion was.

But in the flash of lightning, the Buddhist beads were knocked away by a gold-plated earring and exploded. The wood chips were everywhere, scraping three Vulcan sons.

"What a sinister thought, such a powerful hidden weapon technique, boy, didn't your elders teach you the rules of going out and walking around the world?"

Miao Lieli's thick right hand flicked, pinched the golden ring that ejected back, put it back in his ear, looked at Xiang Yang with a deep tone, and at the same time, he waved his left hand, asking his three disciples to retreat first and scoop the formation aside.

"No, but I think you can teach me what the rules are like in the world."

At the last exit of the word "天", Xiang Yang sat upright on a long wooden bench with his feet still moving. He stepped on the yellow ground under his feet, and flew away several points with his stool, moving back a few steps, and kicked his feet with his toes, and the table and the food on it were smashed at Miao Lieli.

After this action, Xiang Yang was still sitting steadily on the wooden bench, and after landing, Yan Lingdao was inserted into the ground, holding the wine pot that he had received at some point in his right hand, and lifting the wine glass that he had been playing with with with his left hand. The sound of water flowing sounded, and he was pouring wine.

Miao Lieli slashed his palms with his palms, and the red true energy was pouring in between them, splitting them in two pieces along the texture of the wooden table. There was a constant bang, and the wine, vegetables and porcelain plates spread out across the floor.

Miao Lieli put his palms back and felt the pain in his palms and the force of the countershock when he was slashing straight. He looked solemn. He was misled. The ruthless character among this group of people was actually this young man.

"Among the eighteen fire gods, there are nine upper gods and nine lower gods. If one of the nine upper gods here today is one of the nine upper gods, I will apologize for him and give him enough face.

Unfortunately, you are not, the God of Fire, what I gave is not toast, but to punish you. Brother, please invite me.”

Xiang Yang said, put down the wine pot, switched his right hand to the left hand to hold the wine glass, and gently flicked the index finger and middle finger. The small wine glass was full of wine and drifted towards Miao Lieli, as light as the wind, and the wine on it was filled with purple and it was not dissipated.

Seeing this scene, Wang Tong and Scorpion Twelve Mai Xiangxiang were shocked at the same time. This move tests personal internal strength and true energy control than the move of the hard bridge and hard horse. Has Xiaoxiang's martial arts reached this point?

At least the three of them, even Luo Qi, who had a deeper internal strength, could not do this.

Miao Lieli also widened his eyes, his lips tightly pursed, and he was full of solemnity. He let out a deep breath, and his right palm cut towards the wine glass floating in, his face turned red, and his red hair was blowing without wind.

When the fleshy palm touched the bottom of the wine glass, Miao Lieli took three steps back, pressing two inches of footprints in each step. At the same time, the true energy in his hands was bursting wildly, and the scorching energy slowly rushed towards the wine in the wine glass.

Everyone felt that a red light beam in the cup slowly contacted the purple clouds covering the mouth of the cup. Then the wine glass exploded, the wine sprinkled all over the floor, and Miao Lieli's chest was moistened.

"Good internal skills and good means. It depends on your young age and you have such means. I wonder which master you have learned from?"

Miao Lieli is not as arrogant and arrogant as before, but instead asks Xiang Yang about his origins and masters in a serious manner.

The Red Flame Divine Power he practiced is powerful and is definitely not something that ordinary people can resist. Moreover, the purple qi that Xiang Yang has just been emitting endlessly and has the inner strength of surging waves. Although his skills are not as good as him, he steadily suppressed him.

It was just that he answered that he was not a sound, but a palm that was bent and stretched into claws from the top of his head, white and tender, but with a bloody smell that tear everything apart.

If this claw is grasped firmly, Miao Lieli will be exposed and die in an instant even if his martial arts is strong.

Xiang Yang suddenly rose from the bench, suppressed the dragon's claws and his hands covered the ground, and his face rose purple, and his energy penetrated the dragon's claws with his right hand. His power was like a divine dragon's claws, and the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed.

The people next to them even heard the sound of thunderous air explosion. The force was vigorous and powerful, the quick and fast move, and the vicious and fierce force made everyone lose their lust.

If Wang Tong, Scorpion Twelve, or the three Fire God Sons, it would be difficult to resist this move. They would definitely be caught and died, and they would be miserable.

However, Miao Lieli is not someone else. He has great skills. Under the strong wind, the golden rings on his ears jingled, and his arms were held up at incredible speed and angle, just like a giant who raised the sky.

The right claw and Miao Lieli's arms crossed, and there was a crisp sound. Everyone even felt the ground under their feet being shaken, and the wine stall was shaking.

With a puff, a grim smile appeared on the corner of Xiang Yang's mouth, his eyes were as fierce as a tiger, his index finger bent down and pressed, and directly turned his claws into fingers, using the sharp and fierce force of the iron finger technique to pierce Miao Lieli's skin, and tapped the blue yin and cold illusion finger technique.

Blood dripped down and his body was thrown back and far away. Miao Lieli did not fall into a mess with the help of the three disciples.

A pair of round eyes stared at the blood clots that were condensed into ice on the right arm, and suddenly used the Red Flame Magical Art to reduce the invasion of the cold poison of the Fantasy Yin Finger, and even quickly disintegrated it.

Xiang Yang frowned, and the Huan Yin Finger seemed to be unable to cause greater damage to Miao Lieli.

Then he thought of the internal skill of the Red Flame Divine Art that he practiced, and the Yang Fire burst, and may even be above the Nine Yang Divine Art, and then he understood something.

He took out a white silk squid from his arms, wiped the blood on his right hand, and spoke,

"I don't know other people's rules. I only have one rule. Only the strong are worthy of talking about rules with me. Obviously, you are not worthy yet, get out."

Miao Lieli's three apprentices seemed to be unable to bear the humiliation of their master. They shouted that they were about to take action, but were stopped by Miao Lieli, covering his bleeding arm, and laughed,

"You are very good, you are a character. I remember you. When I go to another level, I will come to the God-Slaying Sect to ask you for advice."

As he said that, Miao Lieli turned around and left with his three apprentices. The servant on one side saw it from beginning to end, his eyes flashed, which determined what.
Chapter completed!