Vol 7 Chapter 965: Jumping beam clown

The loud slap in the hall continued to reverberate in the hall, and when it fell into the hearts of everyone, everyone was trembled in his heart, and his face had an incredible look.
"He...had he taken the prince to fly?!"
"Insane! He is probably crazy!!"
"I really dare to shoot the prince, this guy is not going to die!!"
Looking at the figure that flew out, the figure inside the hall was a figure that sucked up the air. Everyone’s face was swept away with a trace of horror. It seems that he did not expect that Luo Yang would really dare to The prince took the shot.
In the entire West China, there is no one who knows the news that the Western Queens will be present in the world. Although the Western Queen has been silent for a long time, after all, the dead camel is bigger than Ma, and it is not a leisurely generation.
Nowadays, this high-profile world is naturally reflected in the side of the royal family. If this is not the case, then how can the three spirits of the refining spirit easily appeal to them.
It is precisely because of knowing this that the hundreds of talents in the entire Western Wilderness do not dare to compete with them, even those large tribes who have a Taoist monk sitting in the town, in front of the Western Queens, only bowed their heads.
But now, in such a public view, I dare to dare to fly the prince directly. If it is passed out, it is definitely a big thing!
The prince is the son of the entire royal family who has the right to inherit the throne. In other words, he is the master of the future royal family. The entire western wilderness may be under his rule, but now it is rude to be arrogant. The fan flew out, this slap is not on the face of the prince, but on the face of the entire Western Queen!
Within the hall, it is already dead at the moment, and many people who are timid have begun to escape from the hall, fearing that they will be involved.
Even the large tribes are all looking dignified, looking at Luo Yang's eyes, with a shocking color.
"You have already seen the Taoist friends. This is so arrogant and arrogant, and dare to take the shot of His Royal Highness, if you don't destroy it, I am afraid it is difficult to eliminate the anger of the royal family!"
After the cold eyes of the eyes, Luo Yan, the voice of the ancestors of the ancestors was sensational, full of killing openings.
His voice fell, and the other seven Taoist-level monks in the three spirits of the spirits also looked at each other with a terrible pressure in the body.
The horror of the squadrons was smashed into one piece, and the entire hall was shrouded. Under this pressure, many of the weaker people could not even breathe, and they were pale and frightened.
"The behavior of Master Luo Yang is not appropriate, but it is just a legitimate defense. The old man did not feel any excess."
Before the Hanshan tribe, Han Chengdao slowly opened his mouth and ignored the cold eyes of the ancestors. The look on his face was always calm and indifferent.
After hearing the words of Han Chengdao, many monks have a slight look. From the current situation, Luo Yang is already extremely dangerous, and Han Chengdao dares to speak for Luo Yang. Naturally, they are surprised by their hearts. There is some speculation in the faint.

Don't this Luoyang really be simple? Is it worth the cold to make such a heavy treasure?

The monks who can step into the hall are naturally different in mind. They are all old foxes. When they think about it, they think of this speculation.
But as soon as this thought emerged, they were shaken by their heads. Even if Luoyang was more powerful, it was only the peak of the road. In the three veins of the refining spirit, there were eight ancestors who had genuine prices. Such an obvious situation, how can it be other possibilities.
In fact, even the heart of the cold is also playing drums. Even if he is a Taoist-level monk, he still has no great grasp in the current situation. If he relies on his own intuition, he will not dare to tie the fate of the entire Hanshan tribe to Luoyang. One person.
Now that the decision has been made, Han Chengdao will not easily retreat. When he slowly gets up, he will take the people of Hanshan tribe and walk behind Luoyang.
"Master Luo Yang is the chief Dan teacher of my Hanshan tribe. If you insist on asking for sin, our Hanshan tribe is willing to accompany you!"
Han Chengdao’s voice was firm, as if he had made up his mind, even if Luo Yang couldn’t help but look at him.
After all, this matter is a major decision concerning the fate of a family. If there is a slight difference, it is likely that the family will be destroyed. Han Chengdao can stand on the side of Luoyang at this time, and there is no doubt that there is an atmosphere.
Even the other tribes of the same nine tribes are also confused. Although there is speculation in their hearts, they are not as discouraged as Han Chengdao. They are silent and have a tendency to stand on the wall.
"I decided to take back the words before, you still have some hard bones in the West China."
Musk smiled slightly, and when he whispered, he stepped forward to Luo Yang. The ancestors of the hundred robbers not only did not stop anything, but instead smiled at Luo Yang and stood behind him.
Just a moment, Luo Yang's behind the scenes gathered two forces, although it still seems to have a lot of awareness of the three spirits, but it is also a lot of monks are seeing the influence of Luo Yang.
"What special place does this kid have? Even the Hanshan tribe does not hesitate to break with the entire West, and must stand on his side?"
On the other side of the main hall, Wanfa Zong’s purple robe old man was surprised and had some strange openings.
"What is special about him is that he always creates miracles..."
On the side of the road, Jiang Zhan heard the words, it was a bitter smile, looking at Luo Yang, the complex opening of the road.
Even these outsiders are shocked, not to mention the sacred ancestors, naturally the look is gloomy and scary.
"Good! Good! It seems that you are ironic, and you are enemies with our entire West China!!"
The eyes of the ancestors of the sacred ancestors were stunned, and they looked at Luo Yang with a word and a word.
After hearing his words, Han Chengdao and Baizuo’s ancestors did not speak. They just looked at Luo Yang and seemed to be waiting for him to speak.
At this time, everyone noticed that Luo Yang did not say a word from beginning to end, and the people of the Hanshan tribe and the hundred robbers stood behind him as if they had unique confidence in him.
It was also until this moment that Luo Yang only slowly looked up, and his eyes fell on the body of the sacred ancestors, with a touch of indifference, as if looking at a negligible little person.
"On the basis of you, can you represent the entire Western Wilderness? It’s just a bunch of clowns..."