Wu Po Jiuxiao

In terms of the level of a great martial artist, there is an absolute gap with the three-point martial king. The ordinary ten great martial artist-level powerhouses may not be able to win a three-point martial king-level powerhouse.

Since the word "Wu Wang" has been involved in the three-point Wu Wang, his cultivation base and physique have infinitely approached that of a Wu Wang-level powerhouse.

Although this sword hero can fight against a three-point Martial King-level powerhouse, this is not the point. The key issue is that this guy can make those three-point Martial King-level powerhouses dare not take a step forward.

"This guy is really not to be underestimated."

Ye Fantian took a deep breath and said slowly.

But that's all, such a terrible opponent Ye Fantian only gave such a flat evaluation, which may be regarded as arrogant in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is nothing to Ye Fantian, after all, at the moment when he was at the level of a great martial artist He had already entangled with that Martial King-level powerhouse.

"After entering the Baibing family, I will look for the Baibing Wujun, and you are waiting for the news, especially the second brother, all you have to do is to wait patiently. I believe this Baibing Wujun is still It will give me this face. Of course, you also need to play it by ear, don't worry, even if the Hundred Soldiers and Martial Lord disagree, I will fight with the other party at worst."

Ye Fantian said confidently.

"Don't worry, Brahma, I have a sense of proportion, and I will definitely not burden you at this time."

Ye Fantian smiled slightly:

"Second brother, there is no burden between us."

call out……

With the sound of piercing the air, Bai Siyu's body slowly appeared in the space, and with the ripples in the space, the whole figure became clear.

"The devil... the matter of the Turtle family has been settled."

Ye Fantian nodded silently.

"Then let's go to the Hundred Soldiers Clan tomorrow!"

Ye Fantian said slowly.

"Yan'er...wait for me!"

Zhuge Mingjing said in a low voice.

At the moment when several people are still communicating...

Yi Jianhao, dressed in blood, staggered back to his Yi Jian family.

That embarrassed look was definitely the first time in his life.

Seeing his posture, the servants couldn't help but want to move forward.

"roll!"

Yi Jianhao roared angrily, and his body was already walking towards a simple building.

This building is different from the entire One Sword Family's buildings. It doesn't have a gorgeous appearance, it's just simple, but in this simple, it seems to exude a layer of hazy light, and the posture like a dusty orb can't hide the appearance of the other party. The smell of dust.

Looking at this building and the huge stone gate, Yi Jianhao couldn't help showing a hesitant look on his face, but in the end he slowly pushed towards the stone gate.

At the moment when the finger was about to touch the stone gate, a mysterious voice sounded like a god above the nine heavens: