Ye QingHan''s words annoyed all the saints. Which of the top three people in a generation is not a genius and known as a giant god? In particular, the first ranked primitive Zhengjun and the second ranked Taoist gods have more terrible accomplishments than some older generation giant gods and are close to chaotic giant gods. Who dares to look down on them?
"You mean you can sweep the top three of our holy sect? They can solve it, can you solve it alone?" asked the tiger elder angrily.
"I don''t have time to talk nonsense with you about this. We can be sure that the first generation of Python God Jiao was suppressed under the bull boulder. Even if the stone tablet left by the God of cold ice and war is wrong, can''t I believe what I saw with my own eyes? In the face of Python God Jiao, I sent three wastes who can''t help up the wall to fight. Isn''t it a child''s play?" ye QingHan''s attitude became cold, When it comes to the bottom line, he is never vague.
Zi Guang was angry and his veins burst to the left. Looking at the whole holy land, who dares to say that they are waste? Not to mention the top three figures!
Xiang Hu and Xiang Long stared at ye QingHan, and Sheng Juntian''s face was also very ugly. Unexpectedly, ye QingHan didn''t understand the rules so much and openly provoked the primitive holy land and holy sect.
Ye QingHan didn''t bother to argue with them. He pointed to the ground and said to the left, "is this waste the top three figures of your holy sect? I can crush them with my fingers. I don''t want to face the other two at all. Even when I saw the boa God Jiao sealed by the town, I was frightened. Did the holy sect let the three of them go purely to make trouble?" ye QingHan said angrily.
"Children are presumptuous! Humiliate my holy father so much. I see how many kilograms you have!"
Roaring at the tiger, even the weapons are too lazy to come out. They fly into the air and kick the leaves. The image of the giant tiger behind them is lifelike and breathtaking.
Roar!
Ye QingHan was more angry, the dragon blood roared and arrogant. The dragon with energy evolution rushed into the sky, swept its long legs, reversed time and space, and kicked it on the chest of the tiger.
Bang!
The giant tiger scattered behind the tiger, turned his body into a sharp sword, flew up and rushed directly into the holy sect.
Ye QingHan cleanly solved a big elder, looked at the holy sect people indifferently and said disdainfully, "let your sect leader come out and talk to me. If he doesn''t want to come out and unite with the strong to deal with the python God Jiao, I will turn around and leave. If it''s not for the sake of all the people in the world, do you think I''m willing to face the python God Jiao?"
Saint Jun Tian took a deep breath of air conditioning. Unexpectedly, ye QingHan''s cultivation was so terrible. Even if he underestimated the enemy to elder tiger, he shouldn''t have been defeated so miserably.
Ye QingHan shook his head. The original holy sect in those days was so strong, but it''s a pity that it''s decaying day by day. It''s not as powerful as it was in those days. Once this sect goes out of the holy land or is discovered by outside forces, it will definitely be the first sect to be destroyed.
Ling zi''er was surprised. She didn''t expect her class to teach axes. She ran to pick up the concealed weapon that attacked ye QingHan. Such a person can kill herself by blowing his breath.
Ling Guang and the disciples surnamed Yue turned pale before they realized how ignorant they were. Ye QingHan wanted to reason with them. They went to talk about fists. They were really lucky not to die.
"Tao has a friendly temper. He has such a temper at the foot of Shengzong mountain."
A voice of vicissitudes came from above. The faces of the saints changed greatly, and they knelt down immediately. Even the Saint Juntian was no exception.
The strong, the real strong.
Ye QingHan was dignified in his eyes, slowly stood straight and stared at the top.
The four figures stepped into the sky. They were all very old in royal clothes. They had spent many years. Even if there was no deadline, they were already in the twilight of heroes. It was absolutely brilliant to be able to reach them.
The leader of the old man is the leader of the holy sect, the direct descendant of the original holy God. He has the blood of the giant God and is called the primitive Daotian. People respect the giant god of Daotian. In the primitive holy land, he is the only true God.
The remaining three people are not simple. They are the top elders of the holy sect. Their cultivation is second only to the primitive Taoist heaven. They are all the blood of the giant god in those years.
"This is the real strong!" ye QingHan whispered to himself. In the face of such strong people, we should always maintain a sense of awe, because they have gone too far.
"The younger generation, ye QingHan, is crazy. I have seen the elder of Shengzong. What I said is true. It is really Python God Jiao under the lake behind Manniu village. Guizong actually asked three younger generations to kill demons. It''s a child''s play." ye QingHan said in a deep voice.
"Kuang Zong? I haven''t heard of it. First, whether the python God Jiao is true or false, I''m afraid it''s wrong for you to shoot at my saint Zong. Spread it and let me put my saint Zong''s face?" the three elders said coldly.
Ye QingHan trembled. He had never seen such a decadent person. He even looked at his face more important than the whole Holy Land!
"Is your face so important? Once Python Shenjiao appears, the world will suffer, but it''s not just your primitive holy land. As an outsider, I value it so much. What you value is the face of the saint? It''s ridiculous." ye QingHan was angry, his fingertips trembled and said hoarsely, "Do you think the crazy sect is a nameless sect and doesn''t deserve to be equal to your holy sect? I don''t deserve to fight with your holy sect?"
Ye QingHan blinked coldly and said with a cold smile, "Shengzong, in the chaotic era, is indeed second to none. It is a famous and powerful sect. Except for the two camps, no one is hard to see its back. My crazy sect is a rising sect, but in the face of the saints in those years, they are qualified to talk, not to mention the decadent saints?"
Primitive Dao Tian frowned and looked at ye QingHan, who was neither humble nor arrogant. With this momentum alone, he was indeed much better than the young disciples in the sect, but the honor of the holy sect should not be tarnished. Ye QingHan obviously despised the holy sect.
"Who founded Guizong?" the primitive Taoist asked faintly.
"Is it very important? Just because the holy sect gathers the inheritors of chaotic dragon, purple emperor and Tianbao battle style, do you think the crazy sect can talk to you equally?" ye Qingleng asked.
The crazy sect may be unknown, but the chaotic dragon and the purple emperor are the supreme gods. Their successors will certainly become the top main gods or even the supreme gods in the future. Apart from the two camps, which sect can do this? Tianbao battle body is ranked in the Tenth World War body. Its cultivation and combat effectiveness are unknown, but if it can be listed as a battle body, how can it be worse?
Both people and gods have the psychology of worshiping the strong. If the crazy sect has no background, no one pays attention to what ye QingHan said, but if there is a terrible background, his words are enough for the people of the holy sect to consider.
Primitive Daotian and the three elders were silent. Those young people bowed their heads and dared not be hostile to ye QingHan.
"I''ll ask you a question. You don''t care if the python god dragon is about to be born. If you don''t care, I''ll turn around and leave. Even if it recovers, it will take hundreds of years or even thousands of years to harm our crazy sect. At that time, our sect may appear the Supreme God. This kind of crazy sect is still in sight." ye QingHan said in a deep voice.