How could this be the case, the same realm, this strength gap is too big.
Everyone looked at Vushim's embarrassed appearance and couldn't help sneering.
"More enough, I'm still young, I don't understand the same realm, and the strength is also a thousand miles away."
"I've only just stepped into the half-step Noblian, so I can't wait to challenge the other half-step Noblian. Isn't this courting death?"
"Lata Barshell has been in the position of Banbu Noblian. He has stayed for more than 10 years without breaking through. Such a Banbu Noblian cannot be compared to others."
Everyone mocked Vushim, making Vushim lose all his face.
"You Buska martial arts world, the strength is only the same, is there anything else you want to try?"
Lata Barshell glanced at Pockler and the others with disdain, and then continued: "If you don't want to try, then get out, if you annoy us, don't want to leave…"
Lata Barshell's words instantly made Pockler's gang infuriated.
"Lata Barshell, a doll, how can you represent our entire Buska martial arts world, since you say so, let me teach you 2 tricks!"
At this time, an old man wearing a white training suit slowly walked out from the crowd.
Judging by the age, the old man was about the same age as Lata Barshell, but the old man's hair and beard were all gray.
Seeing the old man stand up, whether it was Lata Barshell or the others in the Valley of the Wicked, their faces became solemn.
Because the aura eqiting from this old man has already faintly reached the realm of Noblian Votu.
Even if it is not Votu-high's strength, it must have reached a bottleneck, waiting for an opportunity to break through.
Lata Bu faced the old man in front of him in all directions, obviously not his opponent.
"Lata Barshell, do you want to do it? I happened to borrow your villain's valley to accompany me to practice my hands, maybe it can help me break through!"
The old man jokingly said to Lata Barshell.
Lata Barshell's face was ugly, and he didn't move, because he knew that his shot was not the opponent of the old man in front of him.
"Since you don't do it, then I'll do it first…"
After the old man finished speaking, the breath on his body surged, and his gray beard and hair stood up.
Soon, the old man's body was surrounded by bursts of white mist.
The old man's whole person is like a fairy descending to earth, and his aura is rippling.
"4th, come back, I will meet him…"
Lata Barbu stepped forward and called Lata Barshell back.
Lata didn't dare to be careless when facing the old man, and the majestic aura on his body also began to condense.
Lata Barbu was in the realm of Noblian, and the entire Valley of the Wicked was famous because of Lata Barbu's strength.
"I'm in my 6th year, but I'm only a half-step Noblian. What's there to be mad at?"
Lata Townon sneered at the old man.
"court death…"
The old man was furious, and then his energy exploded.
He hates people saying that about him the most. For so many years, he has been staying at the peak of half-step Votu-high, and he was almost able to break through Votu-high, but unfortunately he couldn't break through.
Now that Lata Townon directly stabbed the wound in the bottom of his heart, the old man was furious.
Immediately after the old man took a step forward, the whole person was in front of Lata Barbu instantly.
Then the fists were swung out, and the wind of fists roared.
The weather is clear and clear, and at this moment, there is a sudden gust of wind, flying sand and rocks.
The old man used all his strength.
He knew that facing the Noblian Lata Barbu, he had to go all out.
Even if he was close to the realm of Noblian, he was not Noblian after all, so the old man did not dare to be careless.
Lata didn't see it, and his fists lingered with golden light, and instantly greeted him.
bang bang bang…
Everyone could not see the 2 figures, and could only hear the sound of fists colliding.
To be continued....
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