He really couldn't bear the ups and downs of this day. He was hesitating whether to recover the capital immediately or to recover the capital and interest.

Zhang Xuanyi uses his supernatural powers to regain his supernatural powers, so he can naturally recover his supernatural powers, not only his capital, but also his huge profits.

only……

"Here you come!"

Suddenly, the crowd became restless.

The boss seemed to feel something. Looking up, he saw that in the wind and snow in the distance, there seemed to be a figure from afar.

"Prime Yang!"

Everyone was shocked, knowing that Ma Longtu was probably killed by him, so they came again this time...

‘This is to establish authority!’

The boss narrowed his eyes and was happy to see it happen.

There are not many kings in the world who have a good impression of him. The King of Northwest Zhang Xuanyi is not by his side. Over the years, his dragon sons and grandsons have knocked him down.

Huh ~

There seems to be a wind blowing in the world.

In front of the gathering place, the masters from the royal palace were as if they were facing a great enemy, and they felt an invisible aura coming to their faces, as if dark clouds were lying on the city, and their breathing was a little uncomfortable.

More than just them?

Even Zhang Xuanyi's eyelids couldn't help but hop off, and he felt a chill on his spine:

"He is preparing for the momentum..."

There are three vehicles for martial arts.

The lower ones emphasize skills, the middle ones emphasize qi, the upper ones emphasize spirit, and the upper ones emphasize spirit, and the upper ones are above the martial arts, and the most important ones are the power!

At this moment, no matter how powerful the true energy is, it is not enough to be transmitted, and it can make him unable to help but move.

Only momentum!

"The entrance hall has not opened, and it has already accumulated momentum..."

The two old monks beside Xu Jing were moved and couldn't help but look at their senior brother.

"amazing."

Xu Jing spit out three words and took a step forward.

Buzz!

The golden light that seems to be visible to the naked eye spreads out with it as the center. In a trance, there seems to be a huge bell echoing between heaven and earth.

It is also like an ancient dragon roaring under the stars and moons. This is, Dachan Temple, the dragon roar:

"Amitabha! I've seen Xiao Donor Yang..."

boom!

On the moat, snow was thrown away, and the frozen lake surface was cracked in an instant. As the energy stormed, the wind and snow were shattered.

"The Great Zen Master Xujing!"

A few miles away, Lu Qingting, who was still thinking about how to do it, couldn't help but jump in his heart. He raised his eyes and looked.

I saw a golden bell under the city wall and outside the moat, which seemed to be a golden bell from the sky to the earth, blooming with a scorching light, and its momentum was as heavy as the ground. Looking at it, an unshakable thought arose in my heart.

And in this Buddha's name is the person's actual general will:

Stop!

"The Dragon Roar!"

Yu Yang raised his eyebrows.

His perception was naturally much sharper than Lu Qingting. In this roar of the dragon that was resounding in the wind and snow, he felt the fighting spirit of the old monk.

The strong will of his person seems to be much worse than that of the Moon of Fo Yin, a thousand years ago...

Just want me to stop?

boom!

As we stepped on, the earth moved and the mountains swayed, and the snow and mud rose.

Facing the momentum that was coming, Yang Yu stepped out in one step, and his body was also unreserved. His majestic energy soared into the sky like a wolf smoke, stirring up the wind and snow.

The scorching true energy blends with blood and energy, urging a substantial boiling hot stream, just like a flame burning the sky, and the sun blooms.

The air waves visible to the naked eye are spreading. Wherever they pass, the wind and snow are melted, turning into drizzle, drizzle, from far to near!

"Um?!"

The huge sensation made many spectators feel terrified. The old monk Xujing couldn't help but look a little solemn.

Boom!

The rolling thunder echoed on the snow field, and it was Yang Yu who stepped forward and whistled back:
Chapter completed!