Chapter 622: Shiva Demon Gate, Song A vs.

Hua Youan looked at the middle-aged man who was standing up for him, and was slightly startled, and then he arched his hands and said, "Yes!"
"That's right, I am the guardian of the Garan Sect, Wan Chengyi. This is my disciple, Shan Ruoling. If the three don't dislike it, you can go in with me, how about?"
Hua Youan and Song Ajianing glanced at each other and then nodded.
"So, thank you so much!"
Wan Chengyi smiled sincerely, "You don't have to be so polite, please!"
As he said, he walked in with the three of Hua Youan.
Shan Ruoling didn't understand why Master should attach such importance to these three Chinese nationalities.
Master has never done this before?
The Garan Sect was also considered a big sect in Zhongzhou, so it was placed in the main hall.
After he took Hua Youan and waited for the three to enter.
There are already a lot of friends here.
After seeing the two masters and apprentices of Wan Chengyi, all those who had been friends with the two masters and apprentices all got up and said hello.
But there are also many people who are sitting on the sidelines, showing disdain.
But when this group of sect cultivators saw the trio of Hua Youan following Wan Chengyi, they were all taken aback.
"This... is this Chinese?" Some repairers whispered.
Then some cultivators couldn't restrain themselves and stood up and said coldly: "Faculty Wan, what's the matter with these Chinese people?"
"What's wrong?" Wan Chengyi said lightly.
"Hehe, this is the main hall, how can these Chinese people qualify to appear here?"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, these Chinese are my friends, I brought them here, do you have any opinions?" Wan Chengyi said solemnly.
His remarks made many people look at each other, and then some people sneered.
"Friends? When did the Garan Cultists make friends with these Chinese people?"
Wan Chengyi looked up and his expression sank.
Because the speaker is the enemy of Kalan religion, the broken mountain of Shiva Demon Gate.
This person is a first-class master of Shiva Demon Sect, and he has reached the peak of the Golden Immortal in his cultivation, which is higher than this Wan Chengyi.
And this Shiva sect and Karanism have serious conflicts on the teachings, so they have long regarded each other as enemies.
I didn't expect him to be here.
Wan Chengyi took a deep breath, "Poshan, what kind of friends do I teach Garan make, do I still need to say hello to you?"
"Of course not, but in this main hall are all cultivators' sects. You brought in a group of Chinese who have no cultivation skills. Isn't this a bad rule?"
With that, Po Shan's gaze flicked around Shan Ruoling's body, and then he greedily looked at Hua Youan.
What else is Wan Chengyi wanting to say, Poshan has already grinned, "Tsk, I didn’t expect that the Chinese still have such beautiful little ladies, who are even disguised as men to attend the Thousand Races Conference? Why? You Chinese have not sent them. Is there a man?"
This remark caused a burst of laughter around.
Hua Youan's complexion suddenly became extremely ugly.
The eyes of Jia Ning and Song A were even more intense.
"What are you staring at me? Jie Jie, I can't remember if I don't see you, the last Thousand Clan Conference, the few Chinese sent by you were so careless. I just teased it a little bit. It became a mass of flesh and blood, hehe, I don’t know how long you can last this time?"
Hearing Poshan's words, Hua Youan's face paled, and his words were as cold as ice: "Did the Chinese people die in your hands at the last Thousand Race Conference?"
Poshan laughed nonchalantly, "Yeah! Didn't I say that, I just teased it, and it all died. Tsk tsk, it's a bunch of weak little guys."
Speaking of Poshan greedily staring at Hua Youan, "But this time, as long as you are willing to accompany me, I can raise my hand and let you Chinese people go first? How about?"
At this time, Wan Chengyi was already looking gloomy and terrifying, and said coldly: "Poshan, what do you mean?"
"Wan Chengyi, stop the nonsense here. If you are not convinced, let's fight a game first. If you lose, let your charming little apprentice come with me again. What do you think?"
Hearing this, Wan Chengyi was furious.
But he was still sober.
This broken mountain's cultivation base has always suppressed himself. If he really hits his aggressive skills, if he does it now, he will definitely suffer a big loss.
If you fail yourself, things are small, if you delay entering the Heavenly Daoyuan, then the Garan Sect will be over.
Therefore, his expression changed and he was silent for a while.
Po Shan laughed more arrogantly, then stared at Hua Youan and said, "My little girl? How about? Can you consider it? My patience is very limited?"
Hua Youan's face gradually showed firmness, just about to say something.
Song A on the side had already stepped forward and smiled at Jia Ning and Hua Youan: "His Royal Highness, Lao Jia, this kid is too arrogant, I'll go fight him!"
Having said that, before the two of them responded, they walked forward, stood in the court and rushed to the opposite Poshan to hook.
"Boy, don't think that you are a cultivator and you're a cow. Master, I will teach you how to be a man today!"
Hearing this, the cultivators in Broken Mountain and the whole room were all startled, and then burst into laughter.
Among them, Poshan laughed the most exaggerated.
"A mere mortal, dare to provoke me?"
Song A didn't smile, but looked at the broken mountain quietly.
After laughing for a while, the broken mountain gradually reduced his smile, and then licked his lips ferociously.
"Very well, since you are looking for death by yourself, then I will fulfill you!"
As he said, Po Shan suddenly rushed to Song A and blasted Song A's chest directly.
Po Shan is confident that if he is hit in this boxing, this boy will definitely be blasted as a fan.
Unexpectedly, Song A took a deep breath and yelled: "Get out!"
Said it was also a punch.
Click.
After a crisp sound, Song A's arm burst open, and at the same time the whole person stepped back more than a dozen steps before finally standing still.
The broken mountain just swayed slightly.
But this shaking made his complexion extremely ugly.
Because he was a golden immortal cultivator, not only did he fail to smash this Chinese young man with no cultivation level with a punch, he was actually shaken by the counterattack.
This is a great shame for him.
And Hua Youan and Jia Ning all exclaimed ~EbookFREE.me~ Song Ah! "
After Song A stood still, he turned his head and looked at his bone-exposed right hand, grabbing his arm with his left hand indifferently, and then suddenly applied force.
With a click.
The abolished right hand was torn off by Song Asheng.
The blood was gushing again.
Many practitioners felt that their hairs were standing upright, and they couldn't help swallowing.
Because Song Ah's expression is terrible.
As if it wasn't his own arm that was torn off, the extreme coldness to oneself made people shudder.
Even Poshan felt uncomfortable, but still grinned: "Very well, you can actually take a punch from me. It looks like you are much stronger than the Chinese waste from the previous session!"