With a loud "boom", two bronze-colored doors suddenly trembled and buzzed.

The metal facade, several feet tall and more than one foot thick, arched a large bag facing the back. The thing customized by Baiqitang is first-class in quality, but it is not even broken.

But then, the door frames on both sides of the gate and the walls all made a sound of "creaking", cracks spread and opened. The front of the Yingbin Hall was more than ten meters long, and half of the wall fell down...

The welcome servants were originally behind the gate, and were dizzy by the sudden loud noise, and they were stunned by the stars. Fortunately, Xiang Yang deliberately used cleverness, and it was still a while between the hammer and the gate collapsed, which allowed them to escape and hide aside.

Xiang Yang smiled and strode over, stepping on the broken bricks and tiles, as if he was walking on the red carpet. He didn't even look at the servants who were already pale and dumb, and walked carelessly to the depths of the Welcoming Hall, found two chairs, and sat down comfortably.

Not long after, the entire Dishan Hall vibrated, and figures rose up from all over the manor and rushed towards the Welcoming Hall.

The Dishan Hall does have some foundation. In this moment, there were about a hundred and ten cultivators in the God Transformation Stage. When they saw the two people sitting there with a good temper, they were a little irritable and were about to rush forward, but they were pulled. It was fine if Xiang Yang sat there, and his momentum was different from ordinary people. No matter how he looked, he didn't look crazy. He must have some reliance. It would be better to wait for the bosses in the hall to come and deal with it.

After a while, a long roar sounded from the jade palace at the top of the mountain, and a small black shadow floated in the air. When it came near, there was a strange cow with wings on the back. On the cow was sitting a middle-aged monk with an angry face, and a group of disciples from Dishan Temple bowed to greet him.

The monk shouted angrily in the air: "Who is so bold and arrogant to come to my Dishan Hall to cause trouble... Give me... Oh, which hall is this senior brother from? Di Shangyin paid a visit here... This matter... Well, is there some younger generations who are ignorant and negligent?"

His eyes were a little more poisonous than those cultivators in the God Transformation Stage. After a roar, he noticed Xiang Yang. He was already in the middle stage of the elixir, but he still felt a trace of momentum that could crush him on Xiang Yang, and his tone immediately softened.

When it comes to the real realm, Xiang Yang is only better than him, but in terms of combat power, Xiang Yang like him can directly kill without using magic weapons. The cultivator's feeling is extremely sharp, and he can naturally feel the faint sense of threat.

"Ni Shangyin?" Xiang Yang looked at him, stood up, and pointed to the broken bricks and tiles: "I'm so sorry. Xiang Yang came to see him with his friends, but he couldn't get in. When he was anxious, he used more strength when knocking on the door..."

I used more strength when knocking on the door? Is this a shameless reason to find... The disciples from Dishan Hall outside the hall looked at the Welcoming Hall, which had been demolished in small parts, and were speechless.

Di Shangyin had already landed and looked around. When he saw the pale-faced welcome servants, he knew about it. I'm afraid they were the ones who looked down on others and provoked others. But since you said you were here to pay a visit, there was no need to demolish the house directly after suffering some grievances...

He looked at Xiang Yang with a bright look. Among the several masters of Dishantang, he was responsible for external affairs. He was knowledgeable and had a good vision. After thinking about it, he determined that this guy's cultivation should be one level higher than his, but he had definitely not reached the Nascent Soul. He should be at the peak of Damn and a half-step Nascent Soul.

If you want to be honest, you are not afraid of cultivation. After all, your ancestor, a master in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, is in the palace of Shangtou. The key is that this person's life span will not exceed one hundred. The peak of the Killing Dan at this age is extremely terrifying...

You should know that Master Lei Guang, who is now the most powerful combat power in the Five Gods Hall, was over 100 years old when he entered the Gods stage. Then it took more than 200 years to reach the peak of the Gods.

If you really want to compare, only Danfeng, the first genius of the Fire God Hall, who had an accident more than ten years ago, can be compared with him. However, although Danfeng has entered the Killing Pill in less than a hundred years, it took him several decades to cultivate to the peak of Killing Pill.

As he thought about it, his heart couldn't help but feel nervous. This person could not be the disciple of the ancestors of the main peak of the Divine Mountain...

Only those ancestors can cultivate monsters of this level.

"I'm afraid that's it!" Di Shangyin was extremely agile. He had so many thoughts in an instant. He bowed to Xiang Yang first, then turned around with a cold expression, stretched out his hand, pointed to the welcome servants and said, "Tie me these unsightly bastards! Send them directly to the torture room for training!"

"Well, Di Chenchen, how did you do it? Discipline your subordinates like this? You can also go to the torture room to get thirty poisonous dragon whips by yourself!"

He ordered that among the disciples who came, a few of them were in charge of punishment, and then grinned and grabbed the servants with a grim smile, took off their chins and joints, and held them softly in their hands.

A beautiful woman kowtowed to Di Shangyin with a pale face and followed them.

Di Shangyin then breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards Xiang Yang. While walking, he shook his head and sighed: "The family master is in the late stage of the Nascent Soul. All of us are serving us. Only then have these servants less training, so the distinguished guest can see a joke. I'm really sorry!"

He said this very beautifully. He was both sorry and boasted with a hint of "My master is about to be in the late stage of the Nascent Soul stage", which could also be regarded as a little pressure on this unidentified "disciple".

Unfortunately, his pretentiousness was indeed a show for the blind man. Not to mention the late stage of the Nascent Soul, even Xiang Yang had just beaten up at the peak of the Nascent Soul, and he was really speechless. He nodded lightly when he heard this, his face was calm, which was considered to have accepted his apology.

Seeing this, Di Shangyin felt nervous and even determined his judgment. While walking, he even bowed a little slightly. Even the people on the main peak of the sacred mountain were only in the Dan Kungfu stage, even if their ancestors were treated with courtesy, they would never neglect them even if they saw it.

Not far from the two, he dragged a chair, sat down, clasped his fists and smiled, "I don't know what it's expensive for distinguished guests to come to the door? Well, as long as I can do it, I will never say anything!"

Xiang Yang was really embarrassed when he was so polite. Could it be that he said directly, "Where was the bride you married last night? I want to take it away?" He hesitated for a moment and said, "Well, it's not a big deal. My friend is a disciple of Heitu Council. I'll accompany him to find someone."

Hei Tu Hall? Di Shangyin then noticed Qiu Shan, who had been sitting next to him silently. He thought for a moment and said in surprise: "Is it the Hei Tu Hall that my junior brother Di Changqing took last night?"

"Concubine?" Qiu Shan's face turned red. The woman he loved was so angry that she was just a concubine when she got married?
Chapter completed!