“Jiang Shaoyang!”

Seeing his own land thousands of squares was directly scattered, the wind god's eyes chilled, but looking at the big head that appeared in front of him, it did not shoot again.

Because with the emergence of Jiang Shaoyang, there are several figures falling in succession, directly blocking the front of the clock, like a wall to isolate the two sides.

The killing intention in the centrifugal of the bell was suddenly calmed down, and the look in his eyes was also full of doubts, and it was obviously made somewhat inexplicable by this sudden group of people.

“The sea without a knife?”

However, frowned and thought of the various horrors that had appeared before, but the clock caught a sense of familiarity from it, and understood something implicitly.

“Jiang Shaoyang, when will the day be, to take care of this kind of idleness?”

At this time, the wind god has been vocal again, and the look on the face is obviously cold.

Little day will have some fame in the temple, after all, the people gathered inside are the best young disciples in the temple.

Even if the strength of the people inside is not too strong, it is undoubtedly not the strongest in the twelve.

More importantly, Fengshen himself was once a member of the Little Day Association, but later, for some reasons, he was excluded from the small day meeting.

The real small meeting will only accommodate the youngest of the most talented disciples of each session, and once they are beyond the bone age, no matter how powerful they are, they will be eliminated.

This is the rule of the day, and it is the meaning of its existence.

Even the magic trick that was originally excluded is now the disciple of the Heavenly Hall of King Kong Peak, which is enough to show how powerful the talent of the members who can enter the small day meeting.

In today's small meeting, it is also the most powerful strength of Jiang Shaoyang, the skinhead, in front of him, that the magic trick will naturally not be unknown.

It is also to know how huge the potential energy of the small day meeting is, so when you see the group of people standing in front of you, the wind god trick is not immediately shot.

"Goodness, of course, it's not too much trouble, this brother defeated two of us, so... now he's one of us."

Jiang Shaoyang slowly fluctuating hands of the Buddha beads, the face is still a kind and smile, no hurry to answer.

“What?”

But after hearing his words, the face of the wind god trick has been calming down obviously some changes, and the eyes are quickly gloomy.

“Jian Shaoyang, what are you kidding about!A disciple who joined the temple a few months ago, where to defeat the two small-day people?”

Although he has left the small day meeting, the wind god knows how high the requirements are to be absorbed by the small day.

Not to mention the new disciples who have just joined, even many famous martial arts in this temple of the sun will not be entered by the other party on a small day.

More importantly, if the clock is really a member of the small day meeting, they want to shoot the former, will undoubtedly become a little trouble.

"This clock has a mortal revenge from my wind clan, and you will be the best day... don't stop!"

After taking a deep breath, the chill in the eyes of the wind god became more and more intense, and the momentum of the Fa-side situation also oppressed the past to the people opposite.

However, after the sound of the wind god fell, the opposite of several people also broke out of the fierce war.

"If I have the opportunity, I would also like to see how powerful the Fa-grounds of the Ten Gods map are."

The cold face of the night without heart and a cold laugh, suddenly condensed a black fog in the hands, and the breath emitted was like a demon.

"Yes, although we are spiritual, we cannot lose in the momentum!"

It was a bang again, but the burly Wu Gong pulled out the extremely heavy Rohan mixed stick behind him, and the heavy stick on the ground made a heart-wrenching sound.

In addition, the breath of the rest of the people also became fierce, and there was a big fight in the preparation.

Seeing this row, the windy disciples who had been surrounded by the clock did not change their faces.

In the past, they were surrounded by many people, and they were able to produce a little courage.

But now standing in front of them are the most famous young and strong people in the temple of the sun, "spiritual Buddha" Jiang Shaoyang, "Golden body Luo Han" Wu Geng, "swallowing the devil" no heart at night... Each one is not a guy they can afford.

Even if they count more, no one will feel that they have an advantage.

"What is impossible!Our brothers can testify that they were indeed defeated in the battle of the spirit of this clock!”

When this atmosphere was a little stiff, the loud drinking sounded suddenly, and a figure with a chicken nest head came out from the back, and the look on his face was very serious.

In his hand, there was also a handsome young man with a very ugly face, but somehow he always wanted to break free of the former's arm.

"It's the White Sword of the Great Sword!Did the clock defeat him?”

"Didn't you hear, it was the two brothers, that is to say, the white star sword was also lost in the hands of the clock!"

"It is a man who can block the three peaks of the spirit, and he is really well deserved to be selected by the small day!"

After seeing the figure that stood out, there were a lot of voices around, and it was obviously a little shocked by the news that came out again.

Even the white cutter himself admitted that he had lost the clock, and naturally there was not much room for doubt.

The feeling of the white cutter suddenly attracted the attention of the surrounding disciples, and the wind god was also aware of the wrong situation at this time.

Even this word has been put out, and there is no reason to doubt the identity of Zhong left.

There is a small day this group of people to block, even if he personally shot may not be able to block these days.

And these people have all kinds of relationships in the temple of the sun, or the descendants of the twelve cousins, or with a big person, the wind god dares to directly kill the clock away from this genius with no background, but dare not move Jiang Shaoyang and other individuals at will.

"Oh, Jiang Shaoyang, you'd better be clear, even if he's a small man, I'll be able to shoot."

He glanced at these young geniuses, the cold surged in the eyes of the wind god, and slowly spoke again:

“You can save him today, but how many more?”

After saying this, the wind god decided to wave the sleeves, the body instantly disappeared in the same place, only a sound of rebuke passed.

“Student of the wind, retreat for a moment!”

Seeing that the wind god had left, the remaining windy disciples looked at each other and suddenly scattered in the form of birds and beasts, one faster than one.

"It's good that this trick is some reason and no action, otherwise we may not be able to stop him together?"

Jin Xiaoyi's body stepped out of the refracted sunlight, and his face was a breath of breath.

The power of the Fa-like God map is not so good to deal with, and this magic trick is not an ordinary Fa-side.

"He is not afraid of us, but to prepare for the battle against the gun Liu Tiantang, otherwise, I am afraid that the position of the disciples of Heaven Hall will not be guaranteed."

Jiang Shaoyang smiled, but he was not proud of himself and others who forced him to retreat from the Fa.

But now there is no threat of wind magic here, a few people look at each other, but also the same turn around, the eyes on the young man still holding the long gun.