These two people guarded the formation, so that the young master could teleport immediately no matter when he came.

Even if these people wait for a long time, they will never be able to give in.

"These barbarians are really not polite and cannot communicate at all." A monk said anxiously.

For a young master, dozens of their monks were wasted an hour.

Instead, the other party took it for granted and felt no guilt.

If it weren't forbidden to take action here, these monks would have been unable to bear it.

"Deacon Song, are you just watching?" Someone looked at the Deacon responsible for maintaining the formation.

"Everyone, don't make it difficult for me to do it. Just discuss it. I'm only responsible for opening and repairing the formation."

Deacon Song has a low cultivation level and looks relatively cowardly.

He laughed dryly and hid in a distance.

"Hmph, I'm unreasonable to say that I'm a barbarian? Who is farting?"

And at this moment, a cold and arrogant voice suddenly sounded behind everyone.

Then, a strong wind whistled past, like a violent storm, with a huge momentum.

Many monks were caught off guard and were unable to stop being pushed back by the strong wind, and almost fell down.

A figure flew into the formation land in a arrogant manner and suddenly landed on the ground.

"Who is dissatisfied with my Blood Barbarians? Come out and talk to me."

The young man looked cold and arrogant, and his eagle-like eyes swept across the corner.

Qincheng saw that young man.

This man is extremely tall, half a head taller than the two barbarian guards, and his clothes are also extremely gorgeous. Although they are still exotic clothing, they are inlaid with gold and jade, exuding a breath of spiritual energy.

"Young Master."

Seeing this young man, the two blood barbarians looked respectful and knelt down on one knee to salute.

"Hmph, didn't you shout so loudly just now? Now that I'm here, you all dare not even let go of the fart."

The young master said arrogantly: "Everyone said that you spiritual practitioners are weak and weak, not only is the difference between the magical skills and secret techniques of my Blood Barbarians, and in the end, they have lost all their courage. My father is right."

"I don't care who you are, but don't be too arrogant."

"You have delayed me waiting for so long. Now I'm still behaved when I get a cheaper one."

"I really think we're afraid of you?"

The young master and his group of ridicule, and the cultivators were immediately dissatisfied.

"I did waste your time, but it's not impossible to return it to you."

The young man sneered: "We Blood Barbarians are unreasonable, but they talk about fists. I will open the teleportation array and leave later. If you want to leave, punch me."

"If a punch can knock me back or even make me shake a few times, even if you have two tricks and can take you with me, I'm afraid you won't even have the courage to punch me."

"A punch is enough for you, and we can follow you as long as you move."

After listening to the cultivators, their hearts were moved.

The Blood Barbarians are not good at various spiritual methods, but are like ancient body refiners, with all their strength on their bodies.

If you simply compete for physical strength, the cultivators are afraid that they will not be their opponents.

But the comparison method proposed by the other party is much simpler.

They didn't want to cause trouble, but this condition was made by the Blood Barbarians. Even if they were hit, they wouldn't blame themselves.

Moreover, if you don’t challenge it, you will definitely not take everyone when the barbarians teleport, so after he leaves, everyone will have to wait for another hour.

"You really want to be honest? As long as I beat you, I can use this formation."

A tall and powerful monk suddenly walked out.

"Of course, Deacon Song is here to testify. Even if you hurt me, my blood barbarians will not cause trouble for you." The young man said proudly.

"But you monks are all useless in controlling your body, and you are afraid that you are incompetent."

"There are also categories among monks, and they may not be less powerful than your Blood Barbarians."

The monk frowned and shook his head, "Then I'll ask for advice."


Chapter completed!