Chapter 640: The difference between a master and a enchanting

Looking at the Nanbatian sitting on the sedan chair, Jinhong, the son of the sky, hated to bite his teeth, but his body repeatedly moved, or forcibly endured.
In the ring, you can kill Nanbatian in a bright and straight manner, but now you can't do it, and immediately rushed up. Don't say if you can kill Nanba in a moment, even if you succeed, it is a serious violation of the law of the demon gate. Severe punishment. In the presence of the world's sects, even if the elders of Azure are good to themselves, they can't be short.
The sedan chair is getting closer and closer, and the South Ba Tian does not mean to go down. He continues to lie lazily, letting the two burly men carry forward.
"Hey, great shelf!"
"If you don't go crazy, you won't be happy. This guy is an unprecedented one. It's not easy to cultivate such a sect of a sect."
"Wrong, I heard that Nanbatian is not the most powerful of the young generation of Gulangmen. The disciples of Zongmen have other people."
"No? Isn't that a better master?"
Under the high stage, people talked a lot, and they stepped back to make a way. Nan Batian, who is still lying on the sedan chair in front of the masters of the world, is really admired. Admire is not the repair of Nanbatian, but this madness. It can be said that he is stupid in his eyes. It can be said that his knowledge is shallow and thick, but people can do it. It is so mad. A little have to take it.
Fighting the world invincible, any sect of disciple, who dares to say this?
It is even more mad to teach the emperor how to behave. If you don’t put the ninety-five lords of the secular dynasty in your eyes, you will be able to play such a flag in the sacred gate. It’s not the humiliation of the demon A generation of Zongmen's disciple, the son of the day, Jin Hong?
The South Ba Tian, ​​who was late, quickly set off a sensation, and more people came from all directions.
After hearing the movement, the disciples and guards who were guarded on the peaks of the mountains couldn’t help but sneaked out to see the excitement. They had to see for themselves who was so mad, and look at the next battle. More exciting. The dereliction of duty to the disciples and guards of the demon, the leaders at all levels also looked in the eyes, could not stop and did not stop, and only closed their eyes, many leaders even could not help but squat.
The final decisive battle has not yet begun, just a semi-final, the celestial door is sensational.
call! A squeaky sound, a burly figure rushing from the sedan chair, brought a strong wind.
Until the sedan chair went to the edge of the ring, the Nantiandu, who had been sitting on the sedan chair, had flew to the platform, looked up and swept the Tianxue Square under the stage, and laughed. "Ha ha ha, sorry, brother. It’s late. Is this a great disciple of Shenwumen? I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.

The reason why this war was late, and played in an extremely mad manner, Nantian is deliberate, deliberately want to cause a greater sensation.
According to Ye Chuan's plan, winning or losing is not important. Can you create an unprecedented sensation to tune the tiger away from the mountain, and bring the demon squad to guard the super-masters of the forbidden places and even the white-haired Tian Zhaotian Bi, which is crucial. Now, the white-haired days have not yet appeared, but there are many people on the Tianhui Square. Many of the disciples and guards who were supposed to be on duty have been unable to hold back. The battle has not started yet, so the name is Nanbatian. Nantiandu is already very satisfied. This is just a semi-final, and the final battle will be even more sensational!
"Yes, I am Yang Wenlei, a disciple of Shenwumen. I heard that you are crazy, come on, let me see, what is the genre of your overseas world!"
Yang Wenlei, a disciple of the martial arts like a gorilla, smashed the big iron bar in his hand. He slammed the ground and shook the ground. The big iron bar was incredibly heavy.
"You are a big iron bar?" Nan Tian asked, not immediately, but looking at the big iron bar in the hands of Shen Wumen disciple Yang Wenlei, seems to be shocked by its amazing weight.
"It is not very heavy, only 18 million pounds."
Gorilla Yang Wenlei smiled smugly and said, "How, fear? Don't worry, a stick is going down, at most it's just a broken bone. It won't kill you at once. It's rare to meet such a mad opponent. How can I be willing to kill you at once, at least I have to stick to a dozen sticks, let you taste the taste of my Wumen invincible gods. If you are on these two flags, I like the latter half. But the first half of the sentence is very bad, even the taste of my invincible has not tasted, how can I call the invincible hand in the world, hahaha..."
Nantian, the pseudonym of Nanbatian, is very mad. Yang Wenlei, a disciple of the gods and martial arts like a gorilla, is also a madman.
Seeing that Nantian had encountered a strong opponent, Jin Hong, the son of Tian, ​​who stood in the audience watching the game, was happy, but when he listened, his face was very bad. The first half of the sentence is very bad, but the latter half is very like, gorilla Yang Wenlei what does he mean, but also teach yourself how to be a person?
Under the stage, people sneered and smirked, and they looked at Jin Hong, the son of the sky, with a smug look.
On the high platform, the face of the elders of Azure is also very unsightly. The son of the son of the day, Jin Hong, is a disciple of the sect of the sect. He is the first generation of Zongmen disciples after the reform of the Tianhuimen. The humiliation of the son of the day, Jin Hong, is the slap in the face of the deacon of the demon of his demon, or slamming and hitting hard. Nanbatian comes from an uncivilized overseas world. I don’t know if it’s too thick and ignorant. The disciple of Shenwumen also said this, is he trying to tear his face with the Tianmeng?
The elders of Azure are very angry, and they have murdered their hearts. Their eyes are sharply swept in the crowd to sweep away the predecessors who want to find Shenwumen. It is a pity that the Tianmengmen are crowded with people, and the people of Shenwumen are drowning in the crowd for a while and can't find them.
"Hey, 180,000 pounds, scared to death."
Nan Tian shook his head, a look of fear, followed, did not see what he did, just reached out and grabbed the big iron rod in the hand of the gorilla Yang Wenlei into his hands.
"Give me the invincible gods, you..." The gorilla Yang Wenlei was shocked.
Under the high stage, people suddenly calmed down and their faces changed. Even if he is standing in the real world under the platform of less than ten meters, he only feels a flower in front of him, and the heavy iron bar is in the hands of Nantian. No one knows what is going on.
"Don't be nervous, you will return you, I just look at it."
Nan Tiandu smiled and said that the big iron bar in his hand had been returned, but not a whole thrown to the gorilla Yang Wenlei, but the cornstalk was pulled down and thrown into the latter.
On the stage, everyone looked at it.
A large iron bar weighing more than ten thousand pounds, just like this, it was broken by hand?
The Tianhui Square, which is crowded with people, suddenly has a silent voice. It can be heard only after a dozen voices, but now a needle can be heard clearly on the ground. The disciples and guards who are still sticking to the post can't help but come over and see what is going on. Many old guys who never show up in the past can't help but look around and look far.