"Zhang Xing!"
Ruan Mei and Ling 'er shouted in surprise.
Ruan Mei was still holding a small magic stone tightly in her hand.
These invaders killed anyone they saw and robbed everything they saw. Their cultivation bases were extremely high.
Great Elder Mo Caiyi was no match for them at all.
Ruan Mei, who was in deep despair, suddenly remembered Zhang Xing's instructions and activated the magic stone.
She knew that there were legendary Saints among these people, but she believed in Zhang Xing's omnipotence more!
Mo Caiyi, on the other hand, did not worship him as much as she did.
Her eyes were filled with worry.
Zhang Xing was famous in the south and had become a Grandmaster in just a few years.
Whether it was formations, pills, weapon refinement, or beast taming, he was invincible!
However, his cultivation base was only an Eight-Star Venerable. Among these invaders, there were many Half-Saints. The leader was a One-Star Battle-Saint. It was said that there were Samsung Battle-Saints as well.
Even if Zhang Xing summoned nine Level Eight Dragons, it would still be …
"Who is he?"
Shi Cai looked at the three elders of the Si Family.
"Young Master Shi Cai, he's the Elder Consecrated of Demonic Jade Mountain …"
Sikong Mei smiled.
"Oh!
So he's from Demonic Jade Mountain. I don't care if he's old or not. How dare he be rude to me? That's a capital offense! "
"Men, take him down!"
Shi Cai waved his hand and interrupted Sikong Mei impatiently.
'He's just a young man. What Elder Consecrated?'
A Half-Saint old man immediately walked out from behind Shi Cai.
Without saying a word, he struck out a palm at Zhang Xing.
"Watch out!"
Ruan Mei screamed. Ling 'er was so scared that her face turned pale.
Mo Caiyi struggled to get up, but her cultivation base was sealed and she was powerless.
"It's over!
Why did you come back … "
Her heart was filled with endless sorrow!
However, just as she was about to close her eyes, unwilling to see Zhang Xing die a horrible death …
Zhang Xing struck out with a casual punch.
The punch was not fast, nor did it have any overwhelming power.
However, such a punch …
Boom!
The sadness on Mo Caiyi's face froze instantly.
Crack!
The Half-saint old man's expression changed. His eyes were filled with shock, and he let out a muffled groan.
His arm hung limply by his side.
"Seeing how difficult it is for you to cultivate, I'll cripple one of your arms."
Zhang Xing withdrew his fist and said lightly.
The whole place was silent!
Crippling a Half-Saint's arm with a single punch? What kind of cultivation was that?
One star Battle-Saint?
How could a sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man be a Saint?
Ruan Mei's eyes lit up and she smiled like a crescent moon.
"I knew it. Zhang Xing is the best!"
Ling 'er's nervous mood also relaxed a little.
Mo Caiyi's face was filled with disbelief!
Zhang Xing had become a Saint?
How was this possible?
"Brat!
You're in big trouble! "
After being stunned for a moment, Shi jumped up in anger.
"Men, come over here. Kill this brat first, then flatten the Demonic Jade Mountain for me!"
"Kill all the men and reward the women to our brothers!"
"This is the price you have to pay for trying to be brave!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the horn to gather spread out like ripples.
In an instant, the demonic beasts in the sky roared, and the invaders from the other eight mountains quickly gathered.
In less than ten minutes, more than a million martial artists surrounded Zhang Xing and the others with murderous intent.
Ruan Mei and the others, who had just relaxed, immediately became nervous again.
Zhang Xing's expression was still calm as he looked at them coldly.
"It seems that you don't know fear if you don't shed some blood!"
"Black Treasure, send them back home!"
Only Black Treasure followed behind him.
He opened his bloody mouth and smiled cruelly.
"Yes!
Boss! "