Ancient fairy doctors in the city

Military satellites around the world are watching this scene.

When they saw that less than tens of millions of Sea Clan fell cleanly in less than a minute, they were all frightened.

"Shenzhou actually researched the battleship of the fairyland."

"If our Bald Eagle Kingdom has warships in the fairyland, do we still need to worry about the Sea Clan?"

"No matter what the price is, we must get the battleship of the fairyland."

"As far as I know, the battleship in the Immortal Realm seems to belong to the Pure Yang Sect of Shenzhou."

"I think it's useless even if we have warships in the fairyland."

"Why do you say that?"

"Just now the battleship in the Immortal Realm fired [-] shells in an instant. I noticed that each shell was equivalent to a blow from a strong Nascent Soul Realm. Do you know what this means?" Shen Sheng said, "This is a high-attribute bomb compressed from hundreds of thousands of spirit stones. In other words, those [-] shells are equivalent to one billion spirit stones."

Following the words of the voice from the church, the audience froze.

"That's right, the energy blasted out by these warships just now is equivalent to tens of billions of spirit stones." The boss of the dark hall agreed, "Even if we build warships of this level, we don't have so many resources to squander what."

When the Bald Eagle Kingdom was discussing this matter, Huang Chenggong and other bigwigs were also discussing this matter.

"You mean that the energy released by these battleships just now is equivalent to tens of billions of spirit stones?" Huang Chenggong said, staring at Xu Qingfeng dumbfounded.

"That's right, the reason why the combat power of our Falcon-class warships is limited is because we don't have enough energy." Xu Qingfeng nodded.

"How many spirit stones do we have?"

"There are about 8000 million spirit stones in the treasury."

Hearing this number, Huang Chenggong's mood suddenly changed.

"Could you ask Chunyangzong for a warship from the Earth Fairyland, and the energy of the artillery can also prepare us 80 billion." Huang Chenggong looked at Xu Qingfeng and said.

The corner of Xu Qingfeng's mouth twitched.

"I can't do it." Xu Qingfeng flatly refused.

Xu Qingfeng is now a high-level Nascent Soul Realm, and to be honest, he's not that afraid of Huang Chenggong.

Just as Huang Chenggong was about to say something, he saw a figure on the satellite cloud image.

The aura permeating that figure was majestic, even Huang Chenggong, who had already reached the second floor of the fairyland, his heart was still beating uncontrollably.

"Earth Wonderland Intermediate Level."

"I'm afraid it's not an ordinary middle class."

"If the Pure Yang Sect doesn't have masters, then Zhao Yang would be in danger."

"It's time for Chunyangzi to show up."

Just as Huang Chenggong was discussing with the big guys, Zhao Yang's eyes fell on a dragon in front of him.

"The dragon group is rare."

"Let your master Chunyangzi come out, you are not worthy to be my opponent." Jiaolong glanced at Zhao Yang and said arrogantly.

"You are only on the fifth floor of the Immortal Realm, do you think you are qualified to let my master take action?" Zhao Yang laughed.

Zhao Yang can naturally see that this dragon is very strong in the same level, but it doesn't mean that he can make Zhao Yang be jealous.

"It seems that you don't value the opportunity I gave you." Jiaolong said, the aura all over his body exploded like thunder, and the shattered energy swept the entire world.

There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of Zhao Yang's mouth.

Because he practiced under the Yangyuan tree for several months, his background was extremely strong, so he set foot on the second floor of the earth fairyland as soon as he broke through.

And this flood dragon is only the fifth floor of the fairyland, so what can it do in Zhao Yang's heart?

His origin is already the strongest in the lower realm, he doesn't think this dragon can be compared with him.

"Kill." Following Zhao Yang's words, his fists burst into flames of panic.

Pure Yang Fist.

Straightforward.

Domineering horror.

This punch shattered the space in front of him, and then the space was ignited.

A look of shock appeared on Jiaolong's face, he felt the crisis of life and death.

How can it be?

There is a difference of three small realms between the two sides, how could Zhao Yang have such strength?

Roar!

Jiaolong roared.

The power of sound waves penetrates Cangyu.

But it couldn't stop the flaming power of Chunyang Fist.

With a bang, the dragon fell heavily into the sea.

The mentality of the monks who watched this scene collapsed.

what's the situation?

The dragon on the sixth floor of the fairyland couldn't block Zhao Yang's punch?

Just how strong is Zhao Yang?

The next moment a flood dragon several hundreds of meters suddenly rushed up from the sea, the aura exuding from his body was extremely cold, and his eyes were filled with cold killing intent.

He was angry.

The Jiaolong group is very proud.

But now that Zhao Yang punched his pride, how could he not be angry?

"I want to see how strong your physical body is?" Zhao Yang said and swooped up.

He raised his fist and swung it at Jiaolong.

When the two collided together, everyone saw a terrifying shock wave spreading in all directions.

Even the space is a little distorted.

They can't see clearly, and they can't see clearly.

I don't know how long it took for the space to gradually return to normal, and then they saw a shocking scene.

Jiaolong was bleeding all over his body.

And Zhao Yang's fist was also cracked, dripping blood drop by drop.

"Zhao Yang's physical body is so tyrannical?"

"Who is the demon clan?"

"Is Zhao Yang a monster?"

Jiaolong looked at Zhao Yang from disdain at the beginning to shock.

Then he turned and fled.

That's right.

Jiaolong fled.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Zhao Yang's mouth.

"Did I let you escape?" The voice fell, and the soul technique was activated at a frequency of [-] times per instant.

Jiaolong suddenly felt a hammer hit his head hard.

He let out a scream.

But at this moment, a sword energy spanned hundreds of miles, slashing fiercely on his huge body.

His body was almost amputated at the waist, and blood gushed out desperately.

"Zhao Yang, you are so courageous." Just as Zhao Yang was about to make a further move, a cold voice pierced the sky, and then an old dragon tore through the space and appeared beside the young dragon.

"Is this the old one who was beaten up?" Zhao Yang sneered.

"Zhao Yang, don't say that I bully you." Old Jiaolong squinted his eyes and said, "You can call the elders of your clan to come."

"No need." Zhao Yang refused, "Go ahead."

The old Jiaolong was stunned.

You must know that the old dragon is a high-level existence in the fairyland.

Even if he hasn't set foot on the peak of the Earth Immortal, Zhao Yang shouldn't be able to contend.

"You can defeat my nephew, you are indeed amazing and talented, but no matter what, you have no chance of defeating me." Old Jiaolong shook his head and said, "Zhao Yang, I'd better call the elders of your clan."