This old man is not angry but mighty, although he does not deliberately exude momentum, but he brings a kind of majestic scenery like a mountain.net%d7%4%b8%f3

Jingdi's martial arts are slightly lower than Sedum, but he is also an eight-rank martial arts master, plus the cultivation of a third-grade alchemist, his spiritual power is extremely powerful.

But in the face of this coercive old man, Jing Di couldn't help but kneel on the ground, and he didn't dare to take a breath.

Even the tricks of the pseudo-mother in the scenery only dare to play outside, and definitely dare not play in front of the majestic old man.

After the Great Elder stepped into the clouds and mist, he went directly to participate in the inheritance baptism.

But the truth. This is not the case.

After Jingdi was brought here, he kept kneeling on the ground, not daring to ask questions or raising his head.

On the futon, the Tianfeng Pavilion was silent for a long time, his eyes constantly changing, as if he was pondering something.

After a long time, the elder of Tianfeng Pavilion spoke: "Jingdi, if you are in the inheritance, you must not harm your eldest brother Sedum in the future, can you do it?"

"As long as the eldest brother doesn't betray, I will never make a move on him. The scenery was prostrate on the ground, with a respectful face.

However, what Jing Di thought in his heart was that once he was ranked in the inheritance, he would immediately find an opportunity to create an accident and let Sedum die tragically.

Jingdi is very good at acting, and he didn't let the old man of Tianfeng Pavilion see anything. Or maybe the elder of Tianfeng Pavilion saw it, but he didn't say much.

"Elder Ge, the inheritance is ready. A swarthy man appeared quietly.

It was a black man, extremely strong, like a giant bear in human form. It's full of explosive power.

This person is a horizontal training grandmaster!

"Lao Hei, you take Jingdi to the Thunder Pond and refine the Thunder God Grass for him. The elder of the Heavenly Wind Pavilion said solemnly.

"Yes. The big black voice roared, and he shook the mountains as he walked, and began to lead the way in front.

Jingdi's eyes lit up. Hurry up and follow behind the black man and go all the way.

It wasn't until the scenery was far away that the old man of Tianfeng Pavilion waved his hand and took out a letter.

The handwriting of the letter is old, and the signature is impressively written - "mud bodhisattva".

"Eighty years ago, the old man was on the line of life and death, if it weren't for the help of the mud brothers, there would definitely not be the old man's achievements today. ”

Put down the old bitter tone: "Many days ago, Brother Ni sent a letter, hoping to take the throne, although the old man doesn't like this son, but he is the old man after all, the descendant of the blood inheritance." ”

After speaking, the elder of Tianfeng Pavilion couldn't help but sigh: "The old man was optimistic about Sedum and hoped that he would win the championship, but unexpectedly, Deng Xiao's son was ill-fated and actually died, it's a pity." ”

……

In the mist of clouds, Deng Jiuling stepped forward, and everywhere he went, the clouds and mist dissipated, and the fundamental sister encountered the slightest threat.

At this scene, the Great Elder who watched it changed his complexion: "This is impossible, how would you know." How do I get in and out of the formation?"

"This formation is too rubbish, I can see the clue at a glance. Deng Jiuling said lightly.

The eyes of God can break through all falsehood, and Deng Jiuling's words are not false.

It's just that these words fell on the ears of the Great Elder, but they were like a thunderbolt from the sky, making him feel frightened.

But in the blink of an eye, the Great Elder's eyes flickered. The surrounding clouds and fog disappeared completely.

Formation, pass!

"Big brother, what should I do with this old man?" Sedum looked at the Great Elder.

"Throw him into the formation and leave him to fend for himself. Deng Jiuling said coldly.

"Yes. Sedum nodded, threw his hands away, and aged into a streamer. Instantly overwhelmed by clouds.

"No......" The Great Elder screamed again and again, and soon fell silent.

"The cloud and mist formation can't kill people, but it can trap people, the great elder has done all the bad things, and it is easy to breed demons in the clouds, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive for a few days. Deng Jiuling said with a sneer.

"The wicked are free, and the wicked grind. The Great Elder is also to blame for himself, and he can't blame others. Sedum nodded, convinced.

The two brothers stepped forward, but were soon intercepted by a towering figure.

This life has a big waist and a round waist, and his whole body is dark, and there is a thunderous white light engraved on his chest.

"The white slave of Kunlun slave!" Sedum's pupils shrank. A hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

"'slave' again?" Deng Jiuling frowned, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

Among the great sects and powers, those who can be called "slaves" are not lowly slaves, but a special honor.

For example, Professor Sun Junyi's "slave" is the Iron Pillar of the Nine-Rank Henglian Grandmaster, who is extremely terrifying in cultivation and can be called the second person in Putuo Island.

At the time of Professor Sun's departure, the iron pillar represented Professor Sun in all aspects, and his status was extremely noble.

Another example is the sword slave of the Mo family, whose status is also extremely noble. is above the ancestors, and his status is higher than that of the disciples of the Mo family.

Tianfeng Pavilion is a great sect of ancient martial arts in the Northern Underworld, which has been inherited for thousands of years, and the "slaves" of Tianfeng Pavilion are naturally very powerful.

"The small main scenic spot is inheriting the baptism, anyone who can't get close to it, otherwise there will be no forgiveness!" The black charcoal strong man known as the "white slave". The voice was like thunder, and he said unceremoniously.

"Lord Bai, I am the real inheritor, Ge Lao was just deceived by Jingdi, please take me to see Ge Lao. Sedum said solemnly.

The four major slaves of Yunwuze are black, white, red and blue at one time.

The cultivation of the four major slaves is not equal, they are all Nine-Rank Peak Horizontal Cultivation Grandmasters, all of them are born with divine power, and they have a strength close to a thousand catties.

A few years ago, the elder of Tianfeng Pavilion personally went to Africa, selected in the tropical jungle, and took away a group of the best black people.

Before these people practiced martial arts, they were able to lift the big tripod and tear the tiger apart with their bare hands, and they had unpredictable power.

The Elder of the Heavenly Wind Pavilion personally trained these black men for decades, making them fight against the fierce beasts of the Northern Underworld Sea every day, never managing their life or death.

But as long as the person who can return alive, the elder of Tianfeng Pavilion will smash countless medicinal herbs. Help them to train in the flesh.

After so many decades, hundreds of Kunlun slaves, only four strong ones survived in the end, and they were called the four slaves of Tianfeng.

The four slaves of the Heavenly Wind are comparable to god-like existences in the Heavenly Wind Island, and even the Lord of Jingtai Pavilion and the Great Elder have to be respectful and polite to these four people.

At other times, Sedum is really afraid of white slaves.

But now the situation is critical, and Sedum has no choice but to break through.

"Looking for death!" What a character Bai Nu was, he instantly understood Sedum's thoughts, he stomped his feet suddenly, and the earth instantly began to rise and fall like waves.

Rumble!

This punch tore through the void and made a burst of sounds, like a dragon roaring, and instantly fell on Sedum.

"Not good!" Sedum sweated on his forehead, knowing that he would definitely not be able to withstand this punch, and if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

However, the next moment, Sedum's eyes flickered, and he had been left behind by Deng Jiuling.

Bang!

A punch fell, and where Sedum was standing just now, a radius of 100 meters turned into a deep pit, and there was a faint flash of thunder.

"Big brother, the four slaves of Tianfeng swallow thunder grass all year round for a living. They all contain the power of majestic thunder in their bodies, so you must not go head-to-head with him. Jing Tian was panting like a cow, and his face was guarded.

As the young master of Tianfeng Pavilion, Sedum is very good at cultivating in the Heavenly Wind Pavilion, and he can also challenge beyond the ranks, and his combat power is comparable to that of an ordinary Ninth Rank Grandmaster.

But the white slave's body surface contains the power of thunder, and the thunder rolls under a punch, whether it is a body or a weapon, as long as it is touched, it will be electrified, making people slow and numb.

A master's move, a small negligence can determine the victory or defeat, and the special thunder power of the white slave makes the enemy very helpless and unable to resist at all.

"It's okay!"

Deng Jiuling disagreed, and looked at the white slave with disdain: "You and I have no grudges, if you get out now, I can spare your dog's life." ”

"Presumptuous!" the white slave was furious, and tore through the void with a punch, and thunder appeared on his arm.

"Boss, be careful!" Sedum changed color.

The four major slaves of black, white, red and blue all swallowed thunder grass to cultivate, but their cultivation methods were different.

The white slave likes to swallow the white thunder grass, because he feels that white is the closest color to thunder, and contains more refined thunder power.

According to the characteristics of the white slave's strength, the elder of the Tianfeng Pavilion specially taught a set of "White Emperor Fist" to let the white slave practice day and night.

The White Emperor Fist only has one move, but this move is extremely powerful, and it can be called an invincible existence of the same level.

Sedum remembers that when he was a child, he once came to Yunwuze with his father Jingtai, when Jingtai and Bai Nu competed, but he couldn't bear Bai Nu's punch.

Now Jingtai's martial arts are much stronger than back then, but if he really wants to fight with Bai Nu, I'm afraid he won't be able to resist a few punches.

Roar!

When the white slave bombarded his fist, the sky was full of colorful clouds in the void, and the phantom of a great emperor loomed.

"The White Emperor is not good. This is the White Emperor Fist in the ultimate state!" Sedum changed color.

At the same time, the elder of the Tianfeng Pavilion, who was meditating on the futon in the distance, opened his closed eyes suddenly, and the tiger's eyes were full of vertical and horizontal light.

"Bai Nu can actually break through to the ultimate in battle, it seems that within fifty years, he has the possibility of breaking through to the power of three steps. Gently stroking his white beard, the old man of Tianfeng Pavilion looked pleased.

Although black, white, red, and blue are all slaves, to the elder of Tianfeng Pavilion, they are both slaves and sons.

The elder of Tianfeng Pavilion has painstakingly cultivated the four major slaves for many years, and now that he has seen the white slave break through, he is naturally relieved.

As for who the white slave was fighting against, the elder of the Heavenly Wind Pavilion didn't care about this, because he knew that the white slave would definitely achieve the final victory.

"Between the white emperor and the clouds?" Deng Jiuling's eyes were indifferent, and his eyes were full of disdain: "Then I will break this colorful clouds and let the sun come!"

Rumble!

As soon as the words fell. Deng Jiuling stomped his feet suddenly, the earth continued to crack like a spider, and flames spread in all directions.

Between heaven and earth, a round of bright sunshine is rising.

In the scorching sun, a white light instantly pierced the sky, shattering the colorful glow in the sky.

Boom!

Under the scorching sun, the young man was as majestic as a mountain, one person and one sword, looking at the white slave like a god.

"This ...... What kind of knife is it?" Bai Nu gushed out with a mouthful of old blood, and took three steps back in a row, his eyes full of horror.

Deng Jiuling's knife was three meters long, and the knife turned into white and soared into the air, like a blazing sun.

In the midst of this knife, the white slave sensed the threat of death.

"You don't deserve to know. Deng Jiuling looked indifferent and raised the big knife in his hand.

A word burst out from Deng Jiuling's mouth: "Chop!"

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