How Come My Dog Becomes Unbeatable

Looking at the blood fog that filled the sky, Long Haotian and others were stunned.

The avenues collapsed one after another, the void shook, and blood rained on the nine heavens.

The ancestor of the dragon clan and the ancestor of Xuanwu immediately looked at Long Haotian, and a thought suddenly appeared in their hearts: Is the broom in Long Haotian's hand really just a holy soldier?

Because the gilded staff of the Bone-Eating Demon Sect's holy soldier is too weak in front of this broom, it doesn't look like a holy soldier at all!

Seeing the performance of the two girls, I thought of the performance of the broom before.

They are almost certain that the power of these things has exceeded the limit of what the Holy Soldier can exert.

It should be above the holy soldier!

More than a dozen Taiyi Golden Immortals are gone!

Those who were pulled, who resented the two ancestors just now, are now froze.

If they weren't caught...

Seeing the blood fog all over the sky, they couldn't help shivering.

"Bah, beyond your own power! What kind of people from Immortal Realm? A bunch of scum!"

Ren Jiayao said contemptuously.

"Okay, let's go!"

Xia Meng was speechless, but his heart was full of worry, why did Xianyu come again.

She now cherishes the hard-won and stable life, and does not want the peaceful life to be broken like this.

...

Watching Xia Meng and others leave, the powerhouses of the divine beast clan just stared blankly and forgot to go together.

Long Haotian asked in a dry tone, "Everyone, are you sure you still want to visit Mr. Zhang?"

Today's scene really shocked Long Haotian. Although the dozen people who died just now were a little weaker than him, they would definitely not be much weaker.

However, such a strong person, and there are more than a dozen, in front of others, he has no ability to fight back, so he was killed by the other side with a single stroke.

This scene had a huge impact on them.

"Are these people Mr. Zhang's disciples?"

The patriarch of the Zishu clan stared blankly at the direction where Xia Meng and the others were leaving, and asked in an unusually dry tone.

"Father-in-law, do you think that besides Mr. Zhang, there is another saint-level artifact refiner in this world?"

Everyone heard that, yes, it is not easy to have a saint-level refiner, Mr. Zhang, in this lower realm. How could there be a second saint-level refiner?

"What do I do now? We're over, will Mr. Zhang meet us? It's all because of these dozen or so idiots, a group of short-sighted idiots!"

Behind them, a donkey incarnated as an adult suffered an unwarranted disaster. He was speechless when he heard the scolding from everyone. What did he care about this matter?

Saying that people are stupid, if the two ancestors hadn't intercepted them just now, wouldn't you have rushed out the same?

Did you go there again?

Donkey pouted!

"Since you're here, let's go over and see you!"

Ancestor Xuanwu pondered for a while and said firmly.

Speaking of which, it is thanks to Mr. Zhang that he can continue to live, so he should visit.

"We listen to our ancestors!"

Although they were afraid, their hearts were still filled with greed.

The two girls were so powerful just now, not because of their strength, but because of the two strange holy soldiers in their hands.

If those two holy soldiers were in their hands...

Thinking of this, their eyes became more eager.

...

at the same time.

To a mountain in Wuxianyu.

"There is a Saint-level Artifact Refiner in the lower realm? Can you refine a large number of Saint Weapons? Haha, Junior Brother, where did you hear the news? You are also a Saint-level Refiner yourself. How difficult is it to refine Saint Weapons? You should experience it yourself.

Refining holy soldiers, precious materials at the right time and place, and advanced refining techniques are indispensable!

Since the battle of Pangu Sect, how many saint-level artifact refiners have been cut off, how could there be saint-level artifact refiners in the lower realm? Besides, the concentration of spiritual energy in the lower realm does not allow the refining of holy soldiers.

Joke, it's just a joke! Don't bother! "

It was a white-haired old man who was speaking. The old man was wearing a brocade robe and spoke with a hint of sparkle.

If this person appeared in Xianyu, he would definitely be sought after by everyone!

Because this person is Ou Yeming, the only remaining saint-level craftsman in the Martial Immortal Domain, and the one who spoke to him was his junior brother, another saint-rank craftsman, Huo Mingchuan.

Huo Mingchuan frowned and said, "The people from the Refining Valley have already sent people to the lower realm!"

Ou Yeming's face was cold, and he said with disdain, "Those people are not artifact refiners, their reputation is more important than anything else, and they have some means, but most of the weapons that are refined are magic weapons, so what qualifications do they have to call themselves holy-level artifact refiners? division?"

"It's fine for these people to go there, but that group of people can test out that Mr. Zhang's ability!"

Huo Mingchuan looked at his senior brother suspiciously, "Senior brother not going?"

"Don't go! It's mostly fake news!" Ou Yeming shook his head and said.

"Then let me take a look on behalf of senior brother!" After Huo Mingchuan finished speaking, he got up and disappeared so suddenly.

Ou Yeming nodded with a smile, and sighed: "Junior brother's means are getting higher and higher, Immortal Venerable... Hey!"

...

"Is it here? Are you sure!?"

In front of the small courtyard, a middle-aged man looked suspiciously at the small courtyard in front of him.

"It turned out to be a small world, no wonder it was possible to refine holy soldiers, but it is somewhat capable."

"But holy soldiers are not so easy to refine. I still don't believe that this person can refine holy soldiers in the lower realm!"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, a person beside him immediately said respectfully: "Master, it should be here, the lower world has passed this person into a figure like a creator god, and the Bone Erosion Demon Sect is in this person's hands. Returning in a bad way, Master, don’t underestimate it!”

Hearing the words, the middle-aged man said disdainfully, "Bone-Eating Demon Sect? How hard is it to scare off those small sects? I'll wait for the door to open. Without my permission, would the Bone-Erving Demon Sect dare to step in?"

"Of course this person cannot be compared with Master!"

The disciple said flatteringly.

"Okay, take my post and go!"

"Huh? Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Senior sister, this person is very familiar, I seem to have seen him somewhere!"

When Xia Meng and others came back, they happened to see Wang Chuan and others.

"Um?"

Wang Chuan didn't care much at first, but when he saw the clothes Xia Meng and others were wearing, his eyes suddenly stared like copper bells, and his body froze.

In the Martial Immortal Territory, who doesn't know that the armor he refines is a must in Immortal Territory?

But just by looking at it, Wang Chuan can be sure that this person's method of refining armor is more than a thousand times better than his.

how can that be?

These people are wearing holy soldiers!

Is it really made by the people in the small courtyard from the lower realm?

"This is my master, Master Wang Chuan. I came to compare the refining methods with Mr. Zhang!" Wang Chuan was about to say that this was a misunderstanding, but he didn't expect his disciple to be eager to express himself in front of Wang Chuan, so he said the words first. .

"Cao!"

Wang Chuan is messy!

He looked at his own disciple fiercely, and cursed in his heart: This bastard!