Chapter 227 (1/2)

Yan Zhao as like as two peas in Li Changlao's appearance.

”It's not only the imitation of the appearance and body shape, but also the breath of breathing. If you don't really do it, you can't see it from other martial artists.” Yan Zhaoge said coldly, ”is it imitation killing jade?”

Since it is imitated to kill jade, it shows that the original owner of this picture, the real elder Li, has been killed.

Yan Zhaoge looks at Yaoshan with cold eyes without any temperature.

Being stared at like this by Yan Zhaoge, Rao is used to seeing the wind and waves in Yaoshan mountain, and his heart is cold.

Although I don't know where the crack is, since Yan Zhaoge has seen through it, Yao Shan's first thought is to withdraw immediately.

Yan Zhaoge is ready to kill him by force. Yao Shan has no such confidence.

In this case, to stay and continue to fight, there will be no value, or even just meaningless struggle to die, giving his life in vain.

If you don't hit the target, immediately spread it for thousands of miles, and then figure it out.

Yao Shan thought so, but when he wanted to evacuate, he found that it was far less simple than expected.

Pan Pan's breath was fierce, which was totally different from the dull and stupid laziness before. White flames and black water flowed all over him.

The white flame enveloped Panpan's whole body, while a black stream spread out and spread all around in an instant. It was like a cage and trapped Yao Shan in it.

Yao Shan intended to break through the barrier of the black water cage, but as soon as he was a little sluggish by the black water, Pan Pan was in front of him, forcing him to deal with it with all his strength.

When he dodged Pan Pan's attack, the black water cage in front of him was restored to its original shape, even stronger than before.

As time goes by, the black water flow becomes more and more vigorous.

Yao Shan was willing to fight against Pan Pan Pan's attack and rush out of the encirclement first, but Pan Pan's white flames gathered and his strength was extremely violent.

This made Yaoshan despairing to find that if he dared to just run away and was hit with all his strength by Panpan, he would be seriously injured on the spot and could not run at all.

Yan Zhaoge's mountain is stronger than they expected.

He glanced across the other side of the corner of his eye, and saw the companion pretending to be himself, who was also blocked and unable to escape.

Yaoshan's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Ah Hu then rescued junluo and other people and returned. He bared his teeth and looked at them. He sneered: ”Heiyan magic wind formula, hey, I just learned this Kung Fu. How about we get together?”

Hearing this, Yao Shan and his wife both groaned and didn't speak.

At this time, all the other martial artists under Guangcheng mountain understood that Yao Shan, who still looked like elder Li, looked strange.

Hearing yanzhaoge's reference to imitated killing jade, some people who have heard of its rumor wake up and suddenly look at Yaoshan and become cold.

Yao Shan looks at Yan Zhaoge and says, ”you didn't do it yourself or let the tiger do it. Instead, you called your mount shanchen, pretending to be scared and out of control, to test me. You're not sure, are you?”

”You didn't see through my secret until I was forced to evade the attack of shanchen and reveal my basic martial arts?”

Yan Zhaoge smiled indifferently: ”you seem to have made a mistake. Now you are about to fall into my hands. Later, you should answer me some questions about your Heiyan mountain descendants. Do you think you still have time to ask me questions?”