Chapter 6602： Do you want me to catch you out?

Zhang Xiaofan stood with his hands in his hands, and a pair of black eyes looked like stars in the sky.

He squinted his eyes, looked up at the ancestral ground of the holy fist behind the Shentai, and suddenly smirked, said.

"Hidden in it for so long, don't you plan to show up?"

"Do you really have to wait until I have slashed your holy fist door up and down, and let me catch you out!"

Zhang Xiaofan's indifferent gaze stared directly at the rear position of the Holy Fist Gate's Goddess, and his voice was indifferent with a deep sense of challenge and provocation.

Everyone heard the words one after another, and the disciples of the holy fist gate seemed to suddenly realize what was happening at this moment, and each one of them also shot out the bright light, as if faint. Expecting something.

"Brother Zhang, who is he talking to ?!"

For a time, Wang Yuanping was also very confused, and Mu Bingyun and Chen Feixue, two daughters, also looked at each other, all seeing a deep blankness from each other's face.

"Shuzi, you are doing too much, too ..."

Behind the sacred stage, at this moment came an old voice containing deep anger.

This sound is vast and profound, like the voice of a god, but it also reveals an extremely powerful and amazing sense of coercion.

"call out--!!!"

A red streamer flew out from behind Shentai, and finally turned into a figure, falling heavily on the ruins of the square.

With his two feet, he fell like a giant in the sky, which caused the original to break apart, and the messy ground was sinking a few feet at this moment!

The crowd looked around, and they saw a silver-haired old man with white hair but a bare upper body. He was standing only fifteen or six meters away from Zhang Xiaofan.

I saw that although the old man was old, his muscles were extremely dangerous. The fierce bronze color seemed to contain explosive terror in a muscle, as if cast by copper water, it was daunting!

This old man, from his appearance to this moment, has not shown any horror that scared anyone.

However, since he has appeared, everyone present has clearly felt an unspeakable horror of oppression hitting their limbs and craziness. The kind of oppression comes from more Depression in the soul!

In particular, for the disciples of the Holy Fist Gate, one by one, they showed deep respect and respect on their faces, kneeling one after the other, and worshiping them three times.

As if they were not facing a gray-haired old man, but their faith, the gods in their hearts!

"metropolitan--!!!"

Previously, the three elders who had been smashed directly into the ground by the fist of Zhang Xiaofan's side legs were even aware of this familiar atmosphere.

He climbed out of the deep pit with great difficulty, spit blood and spit against the silver-haired old man.

It was said that the silver-haired old man only glanced at the three elders of the holy fist gate and nodded slightly, but did not mean to go forward to give a helping hand.

Following this, the old man once again set his eyes on Zhang Xiaofan's body. He took a deep breath, a cold voice, said.

"Although he has lived in the mountains for a long time, and hasn't asked about the world for many years, he has long heard of your noble demon. Zhang Wutian's famous name ..."