Chapter 622 Shiva's Magic Door, Song Ah Meets

Hua You'an looked at the middle-aged man who stood up for him, was slightly taken aback, then cupped his hands and said, "Yes!"

"That's just right. I'm Wan Chengyi, the Dharma protector of the Garan Sect. This is my disciple, Shan Ruoling. If the three of you don't mind, you can come in with me, how about it?"

Hua Youan and Song Ajaning looked at each other, then nodded.

"So, thank you very much!"

Wan Chengyi smiled sincerely, "There is no need to be so polite, please!"

As he said that, he accompanied Hua You'an and the three of them to walk in.

Shan Ruoling didn't understand why Master valued these three Chinese people so much.

Master didn't do this before, did he?

The Garan Sect is considered a big sect in Zhongzhou, so it was arranged in the main hall.

After he took Hua You'an and the other three people in.

It's already full of guests.

When they saw Wan Chengyi's master and apprentice, those who had a good relationship with the master and apprentice all stood up and said hello.

But there are also many people watching with cold eyes and disdain on their faces.

But when the group of sect cultivators saw the three Hua You'an following Wan Chengyi, they were all taken aback.

"This... is this the Chinese?" A cultivator asked softly.

Then some cultivators couldn't help but stood up and said coldly: "Protector Wan, what's going on with these Chinese people?"

"What's wrong?" Wan Chengyi said lightly.

"Hehe, this is the main hall, how are these Chinese people qualified to appear here?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, these Chinese are my friends, I brought them here, do you have any objections?" Wan Chengyi said in a deep voice.

His words made many people look at each other in blank dismay, and then some people sneered.

"Friends? When did the people from the Garan Sect make friends with these Chinese people?"

Wan Chengyi raised his head and looked up, his complexion also sank.

Because the speaker is the deadly enemy of the Garan Sect, the broken mountain of Shiva's magic gate.

This person is a first-class master of Shiva's magic sect, and his cultivation has reached the peak of Jinxian, which is a head higher than Wan Chengyi.

And this Shiva Demon Sect and the Garan Sect have serious conflicts in teaching, so they have long regarded each other as enemies.

Didn't expect him to be here.

Wan Chengyi took a deep breath, "Po Shan, what kind of friends do I, Jia Lan teach, do I still need to say hello to you?"

"Of course not, but the main hall is full of cultivators. If you bring in a group of Chinese with no cultivation, isn't that breaking the rules?"

Saying that, Po Shan's gaze first turned around Shan Ruoling's body, and then greedily stared at Hua You'an.

Wan Chengyi wanted to say something, but Po Shan had already grinned, "Tsk tsk, I never thought that there are such beautiful girls in the Chinese race, and they even disguised themselves as men to attend the Thousand Clans Conference? Why? You Chinese race can no longer send Is there a man?"

These words caused a burst of laughter from around.

Hua Youan's complexion suddenly became extremely ugly.

And Jia Ning and Song Ah's eyes were even more blazing.

"Why are you staring at me like that? Jie Jie, I can't remember without seeing you. The last thousand clans conference, the few wretches sent by your Chinese clan were too ungrateful. I just teased it a little bit. It became a mass of flesh and blood, hehe, I don’t know how long you can last this time?”

Hearing Po Shan's words, Hua You'an's face turned pale, and his words were as cold as ice: "In the last Thousand Clans Conference, did the Chinese people die at your hands?"

Po Shan laughed nonchalantly, "Yeah! I didn't say anything, I just teased them casually, and they all died in the end, tsk tsk, what a bunch of weak little guys."

Speaking of Po Shan, he stared greedily at Hua You'an, "But this time, as long as you are willing to accompany me, sir, I can hold my hand high and let you Chinese people go first? How about it?"

At this moment, Wan Chengyi's expression was gloomy and terrifying, and he said coldly, "Poshan, what do you mean?"

"Wan Chengyi, don't talk nonsense here. If you are not convinced, let's have a fight first. If you lose, I will let you, a cute little apprentice, come and accompany me. What do you think?"

Hearing this, Wan Chengyi was furious.

But he was still wide awake.

This mountain-breaking cultivation base has always suppressed him. If he really fell into his aggressive method, if he did it now, he would definitely suffer a big loss.

It's no big deal if you fail, if you delay entering the Tiandaoyuan, the Nagaran Sect will be over.

Therefore, his expression changed, and he was silent for a while.

Poshan laughed even more arrogantly, then stared at Hua Youan and said, "Little girls? How about it? Have you considered it? My patience is very limited, huh?"

Hua You'an's face gradually showed determination, and he was about to say something.

Song Ah on the side had already stepped forward, smiled at Jia Ning and Hua Youan and said, "Your Highness, Lao Jia, this kid is too arrogant, I'll fight him!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the two to reply, he walked forward, stood in the middle of the field and threw a hook at Poshan on the opposite side.

"Boy, don't think that you are awesome just because you are a cultivator. I will teach you how to be a man today, sir!"

Hearing this, Po Shan and the cultivators in the room were all taken aback, and then burst out laughing.

Among them, Po Shan laughed the most exaggeratedly.

"A mere mortal dares to provoke me?"

Song A didn't smile, but just looked at the broken mountain quietly.

After laughing for a while, Po Shan gradually restrained his smile, and then licked his lips ferociously.

"Very well, since you are courting death yourself, then I will fulfill your wish!"

As he said that, Po Shan rushed to Song Ah's approach and punched Song Ah's chest directly.

Po Shan is confident that if this punch is successful, this boy will definitely be blasted into powder.

Unexpectedly, Song Ah took a deep breath and roared: "Get lost!"

Said is also a punch.

Click.

After a crisp sound, Song Ah's arm burst open, and at the same time, the whole person stepped back a dozen steps before finally standing still.

Po Shan only shook slightly.

But it was this flash that made his complexion extremely ugly.

Because he is a Golden Immortal cultivator, not only did his punch fail to smash the Chinese youth with no cultivation, but he was even shaken by the counterattack.

This is a great shame and humiliation for him.

Hua Youan and Jia Ning both exclaimed in surprise.

"Ah Song!"

After Song Ah stood still, he turned his head to look at his right hand, which had exposed bones, and grabbed his arm with his left hand indifferently, and then exerted a sudden force.

There was a click.

The disabled right hand was ripped off by Song Ashengsheng.

Blood gushed out again.

But many cultivators only felt that the hairs on their bodies were standing on end, and they couldn't help swallowing.

Because Song Ah's expression is too scary.

As if it wasn't his own arm that was torn off, the extreme coldness towards himself made people shudder.

Even Po Shan felt uncomfortable, but he still smirked and said: "Very good, you actually received a punch from me. It seems that you are much stronger than those Chinese wastes in the previous session!"