"Is it unexpected?" Yang Yiyun stepped out and slapped Mu Feiqiu with one palm.

The shadow of the so-called famous tree of people, the name of Yang Yiyun's Yang mad demon, still has a lot of weight in the ancient martial arts world, especially the three sects that have enmity with Yang Yiyun, such as the people in Qingcheng, have a shadow in their hearts.

Qingcheng has died in the hands of Yang Yiyun in the congenital realm of nearly twenty, coupled with the rumor background of various versions, Mu Feiqiu is still very jealous in his heart.

Facing Yang Yiyun slapped him with a palm, Mu Feiqiu felt the overwhelming pressure, his face changed drastically, he didn't dare to be careless, he tried his best to resist, and at the same time shouted to the people behind him: "Go and invite the ancestor~"

Qingcheng has an ancestor at the peak of the congenital ninth layer out of the mountain this time, and he is meeting with the old monsters of other sects at this time, and for the first time, Mu Feiqiu thought of the ancestor of the great consummation of the innate ninth layer, Yang Yiyun's powerful cultivation breath, in Mu Feiqiu's eyes, he can only ask the ancestor to make a move to destroy Yang Yiyun, he himself is not sure.

"Boom~"

The two sides hit each other hard.

"Ahem~poof~"

Mu Feiqiu vomited blood immediately.

Yang Yiyun looked at Mu Feiqiu, who flew out upside down and fell to the ground vomiting blood, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he walked towards him step by step, his voice was full of coldness: "The person who bullied my Yunmen said that he would peel off your skin, and he would do it." ”

Feng Tianya and the others behind Yang Yiyun heard Yang Yiyun's words, they were all shocked, and their eyes instantly turned red, they have always been loose cultivators, no door, no faction, no background, they were bullied and looked down upon everywhere they went in the ancient martial arts world, when did they ever think that Yang Yiyun would help them protect their calves like this?

Said not to be moved by the fake at that time.

Feng Tianya looked at Yang Yiyun's back with red eyes and said to the people around him: "How fortunate it is that we can meet such a master as the master of the sect in our casual cultivation? Even if you die in the future, it will be worth it, everyone remember that I still say that in the future, I will be a Yunmen person in my life, and I will be a Yunmen ghost in death." ”

"Elder Feng, don't worry, just by virtue of the fact that the Sect Master is coming forward for us today, even if it is death, we are willing. ”

"Yes, life is a Cloud Gate person, and death is also a Cloud Gate ghost. ”

Several casual cultivators really returned to their hearts at this time, and they were moved by Yang Yiyun's love for calves.

…………

Mu Fei's innate ninth-layer intermediate level was not a combination of Yang Yiyun's blows, he finally felt fear and knew how powerful Yang Yiyun was.

Facing Yang Yiyun coming with a smile, Mu Feiqiu's eyes were simply the king of Hades, sitting on the ground and hurriedly retreating, with a frightened face: "You...... Don't come here~"

"Scared?" Yang Yiyun grinned, and continued to approach Mu Feiqiu step by step, scared to death by scaring this damn day.

Yang Yiyun ...... Don't come here, I'm ...... I, I, I, I'll give you the station~" Mu Feiqiu finally coaxed, and the previous arrogance disappeared, replaced by a panicked face.

"Hehe, it's over, let's die~" Yang Yiyun's eyes narrowed, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, a huge hand was formed under the convergence of his true qi, and he went towards Mu Feiqiu, he just wanted to pick off Mu Feiqiu's skin, and establish his authority at the Innate Dao Conference, so that everyone knew that he was a disciple of Yunmen, and others could not provoke him, and he could not be provoked.

In the future, any cat or dog can come to Yunmen, and the disciples will come up to bully and bully.

Just as Yang Yiyun made his move, two roars sounded in the sky.

"Stop~"

"Er dare~"

Yang Yiyun's eyes saw two figures, flying from dozens of meters away, and in his perception it was the existence of the Innate Nine-Layer Great Perfection.

There is no need to ask what ancestor should be Qingcheng, just now Mu Feiqiu said that he was about to invite the ancestor, he naturally heard it, but he ignored the person who left, since he dared to do it, he was not afraid of retaliation, and he was no longer the Yang Yiyun who threw a mouse trap.

It is a sturdy foundation building nine layers, which is comparable to the innate nine layers of ancient martial artists, and can also be called a strong person in the ancient martial arts world.

As long as he doesn't meet Jin Dan, he is really not afraid of the ancient martial artists of the innate nine-layer Great Perfection.

There is a dragon slaying sword in his hand, a strong true qi in his body, and a spell in his mind, so why be afraid?

Ignoring these two warning-filled voices, Yang Yiyun sneered at the corner of his mouth, grabbed it in his hand, pinched Mu Feiqiu in his hand, and stroked it from head to foot, and suddenly Mu Feiqiu's screams rang out.

"Ah......h

Immediately, Yang Yiyun had an extra human skin in his hand, and Mu Feiqiu's bloody body was also pinched into a pile of minced meat by him.

"The thief is bold~"

"Fellow Daoist, why is this so painful~"

Two figures came in an instant.

At this time, someone exclaimed: "Obediently it is Mu Daoran Ancestor of Qingcheng and Chen Yunfeng of Tiangang Mountain, these two rumors will be the congenital nine-layer Great Perfection~"

"Now Yang Yiyun is in trouble, Chen Yunfeng's predecessor of Tiangang Mountain, as the host, may not be able to make a move, Mu Daoran of Qingcheng alone is enough to clean up Yang Yiyun. ”

"Yang Yiyun is called Yang Crazy Demon in the ancient martial arts world, and when I saw it today, it really deserved its reputation, saying that he was going to pick up Mu Feiqiu's skin, and he really dared to pick it up, it was really ...... Courage and knowledge~"

"The key is that he obviously saw the arrival of the two masters, and he still killed Mu Feiqiu, this courage is either a madman or a fool. ”

"That's not necessarily, since Yang Yiyun knew that the two masters were coming, and dared to kill Mu Feiqiu, I see, people have confidence and strength. ”

"Pull it down, no matter how strong he is, he Yang Mad Demon is also a congenital ninth-level high-level cultivator, and the innate ninth-layer Great Perfection, although there is a half-level difference, people who have cultivated to this level, half-level is the difference in strength, Qingcheng Ancestor is mad Yang Yiyun will take off his skin if he doesn't die~"

"Let's look down, I don't know what will happen yet......"

After Yang Yiyun heard the discussion in the field, he could be regarded as understanding some information, squinting his eyes, and saw two white-haired old men, one wearing a green robe, and the other wearing a white robe, falling in front of him at the same time.

Judging from the clothes, the old man in Tsing Yi is Mu Daoran from Qingcheng, and the old man in white is naturally Chen Yunfeng of Tiangang Mountain.

It was Mu Daoran of Qingcheng who shouted to himself as a thief.

Mu Daoran watched Yang Yiyun peel off his own disciples, his old face turned purple sauce, and after falling from mid-air, he stared at Yang Yiyun with a knife in his eyes and said: "Okay, good, little thief Yang Yiyun, kill my Qingcheng disciples before and after, and attack twenty-eight people, originally this time the old man was going to settle accounts with you, but I didn't expect you to be so rampant."

Killing people like hemp, ruthless methods, Hong Kong Island's extermination, all kinds of signs show that you are better than the devil, and recently the old man has eliminated the harm for the people and beheaded you. ”

"Hahaha~" Yang Yiyun heard Mu Daoran's words, and immediately laughed wildly.

Then he stared at Mu Daoran and said: "Old immortal, why don't you ask you if the people of Qingcheng should die?"

However, master, let me tell you, you people in Qingcheng deserve to die, do you want to kill you like an old man, and eliminate harm for the people? Okay, today I want to see, you old bones, you have some ability, dare to be so ashamed~

Dare to brazenly claim to be an ancient sect, what a joke, wearing the skin of the sect, you can beat people at will, and you can dismantle the tents that others have worked hard to build without asking, in comparison, who is the devil?

After Yang Yiyun finished speaking, it immediately caused a roar from many people in the audience.

"That's it, these ancient sects are used to bullying people on weekdays, and they are used to bullying people. ”

"You be quiet~"

"I'm not afraid~"

“……”

Some people were muttering in the crowd, and some people who had been suppressed by Qingcheng hid in the crowd and were indignant, which could be regarded as supporting Yang Yiyun, but no one dared to come out to let them come out.

"Hmph, if the kid is useful in inciting people's hearts, it is not the ancient martial arts world where the weak eat the strong, the old man will see if your strength is hard to have a hard mouth. Mu Daoran snorted coldly and was about to make a move.

At this time, Chen Yunfeng of Tiangang Mountain hurriedly spoke: "Brother Dao Ran, can you give the old man a face, this session is our Tiangang Mountain to take the lead in hosting the Dao Conference, don't fight and kill today?"

"Hmph, Chen Yunfeng has a lot to say, he Yang Yiyun is a thief who killed my Qingcheng disciple under the nose of the old man, can you Chen Yunfeng endure this breath? Don't stop it, otherwise the old man will turn his face with you~"

Mu Daoran is even more domineering than Mu Feiqiu, and he doesn't give the host Tiangang Mountain face at all.

"You~" Chen Yunfeng's beard was angry.

At this time, Mu Daoran had already turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Yang Yiyun.

"The thief died for the old man~" Mu Daoran roared and smashed down at Yang Yiyun with a punch, forming a huge fist condensed by True Yuan.

Yang Yiyun's eyes froze, the silver light in his hand shone, the dragon slaying sword in his hand, and he raised his sword to meet it.

Today, he knew that if he didn't clean up an Innate Nine-Layer Great Perfection, there would be more people who would trouble him.