Chapter 1202: Arrogant Zhu Qingyang

Thousand Snow City.
With a pair of silver wings on his back, Zhu Qingyang stands proudly in the sky and overwhelms Qianxuecheng.
"Lao Tzu is determined to win this pro-promotion conference. Those who don't want to die will let Lao Tzu go!"
Zhu Qingyang's eyes were cold, as if a silver thunder flashed, which could penetrate the void.
"boom!"
At the same time, a vigorous momentum burst out from Zhu Qingyang.
The breath of a storm swept across Qianxue City in an instant, humming the formation on Qianxue City, as if it was about to break in the next moment.
In Thousand Snow City, everyone was even more frightened, and did not expect Zhu Qingyang to be so overbearing.
The warriors who came to the Frozen Palace Recruitment Conference were all younger generations of warriors, and each of them was full of vigor, so how could they withstand this insult.
"Zhu Qingyang, you are too mad!"
Immediately, there was a young Tianjiao angrily shot.
"Boom!"
The surging spiritual energy surging, the billowing evil spirit leaped into the air, turning into a long river, rushing towards Zhu Qingyang.
Above the river of evil spirits, stood a young warrior wearing a battle armor with amazing fighting spirit.
"This is the son of Zhenjun Hou of the Jin Dynasty, and the small town Junhou is also a feathered arrogant!"
Someone recognized this warrior.
Dajin Dynasty, a veteran dynasty, is not inferior to the Supreme Masters such as the Tatian School.
Zhenjunhou was a semi-sage strongman in the Jin Dynasty. Under his training, his son, the small town Junhou, had a cultivation base that was not weaker than that of ordinary Dajiao saints.
This is also the reason why the small town Junhou dares to provoke Zhu Qingyang.
"Flashy, idiot piled up with treasures of genius!"
Zhu Qingyang glanced at Junhou in the small town and smiled contemptuously.
"Zhu Qingyang, you and I are both in the realm of eclosion, so don't look down on people!"
The town's army was furious, his body surged, and he wanted to make a move.
"I didn't despise you, but you are not worthy of Lao Tzu's eyes!"
Zhu Qingyang sneered and punched right away.
"boom!"
In an instant, a ray of silver light, like a silver changhong, went straight through the sky.
"Zhu Qingyang, don't go too far!"
The town's army horror suddenly changed his face, shouted, and greeted him with a punch.
The blood qi is like a big river, rushing in the small town Junhou body, and the endless evil qi is condensed into thousands of troops with his punch.
Although this small town Junhou relied on the elixir and elixir, he was promoted to the realm of eclosion, but his martial arts was not too bad, and he showed his ten-day dragon power.
However, as soon as the fist of Junhou from the small town collided with Zhu Qingyang's silver big day, the whole person suddenly flew out.
The muscles and bones of his body were broken by the mighty force, and he fell into Thousand Snow City.
"puff!"
The town’s army spit out a mouthful of blood, and his breath suddenly declined to the extreme.
"Hey, both are in the realm of eclosion, this Zhu Qingyang actually defeated the small town Junhou with one punch!"
Everyone raised their heads and looked into the air, Zhu Qingyang, who was haunted by Yinhui, was full of shock.
Both are in the realm of emergence, and the gap between the two is so big.
Junhou in the small town is considered to be a strong one among the people, and he is not Zhu Qingyang's one-punch enemy, which shows Zhu Qingyang's horror.
"waste!"
Zhu Qingyang glanced at the small town Junhou, the disdain in his eyes became more intense.
"you!"
The town’s army was not angry, but he did not dare to say a word.
Zhu Qingyang defeated him with one punch, and even he could feel that if Zhu Qingyang wanted to, he could be killed.
The huge power gap prevented him from being presumptuous with Zhu Qingyang.