The seventh floor is an empty hall, the floor is covered with snow-white animal skins, and the animal hair alone is a palm's deep.

At the four corners of the hall, wisps of green smoke are coming out of the tall golden incense burners of the four people, and when you sniff it lightly, you will feel that your mind is clear and your mind is peaceful.

Five figures sat behind the desk, a few feet away, eighteen young maids dressed in light veils caressing various musical instruments, in the center of the hall ten girls in colorful palace skirts, are dancing with the music, dancing gracefully and melodiously and tactfully.

After a song, a young man waved his hand and motioned for the musician and dancer to step back.

"Miss Xin'er, what do you think of this song?" asked the young man, whose eyes were burning as he looked at the fairy-looking girl across from him.

The girl frowned, and her delicate voice sounded like a yellow bird.

"Feng Gongzi, don't call me Xin'er, please call me Loongson. ”

"Haha... Okay core. Young Pilai laughed.

This young man was Feng Qianxun, who had argued with Yu Zefeng about the elixir back then, and he was opposite Xin'er Longyang and a few people.

"Now that the song and dance are over, please send me back later!" Xin'er said in a cold tone.

"Hehe... Why should Xin'er be like this, following this son is not much better than following any jade son? I am the young pavilion master, everything around me in the future is mine, and besides, that son of yours may have become a prisoner at this moment. Feng Qianxun ignored Xin'er's cold and hard attitude and said lightly.

"The toad wants to eat swan meat, but you also want to be favored by Sister Xin'er? The older Long Yang really couldn't help it, and said sarcastically.

"Long Yang......" Xin'er shouted in a little panic, signaling him not to say more.

However, it was too late, such a merciless ridicule really angered Feng Chihiro, as a top gentleman, when was he mercilessly ridiculed in front of his favorite woman.

"Bang"

After a few strokes of the case, he flicked his sleeves, pointed his finger and said angrily: "Boy, are you looking for death? Do you think I won't dare to kill you? If it weren't for Xin'er's face, I would have broken your little cubs into thousands of pieces."

"Miss Xin'er, there's more than one way to get you, since you care so much about that bullshit jade boy, when the time comes, I'll see, what will you choose when he dies and you are from me? Since he tore his face, he simply didn't pretend to threaten, and after saying that, he walked back and forth, and his mood was still not smooth.

"Are you all dead, take them down and keep them under strict guard, and give me a good greeting, this hateful boy," he pointed at Long Yang and yelled at the outside of the building.

Immediately, ten monks entered and took Xin'er and a few people away, and Feng Qianxun's mask of hypocrite was completely put down, and he was already planning to forcibly force Xin'er to comply.

Fortunately, he has a common problem, that is, he loves face, and it is not impossible or unwilling to suppress Xin'er by force, but he must not be laughed at by his dog meat friends when it is passed out, and it is the face that makes Xin'er remain innocent so far.

However, what he didn't know was that in addition to the one of the early stage monks who stayed behind, several other Heavenly Realm powerhouses, including his pavilion master father, were all dead anymore, and the culprit was already on his way here, and poor Feng Chihiro was still dreaming.

Nine days later, there was a gray-robed young man standing at the door of the Sizhen Pavilion, no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, his hair was casually draped behind him, carrying a black sheathed flying sword with his hands behind him, indifferently looking at the crowd coming in and out of the door.

"All those who have nothing to do with the Four True Pavilion can leave within half a cup of tea, otherwise they can only blame themselves for being killed by mistake. The angry dantian burst out, like a thunderbolt exploding in the air, not only everyone in the Four True Pavilion could hear it clearly, but also within a radius of dozens of miles.

Countless people were amazed, who was so bold and dared to call out the Four True Pavilions, but they wanted to think about it, but the figure that swept in the direction of the Four True Pavilions was not slow at all.

Looking at it in the air, countless monks within ten miles flew in the direction of the Four True Pavilions, like locusts passing through the dense territory.

Countless customers in the Four True Pavilion rushed out, and behind these people, nearly a thousand Four True Pavilion monks swept out one after another, layer after layer, surrounding Yu Zefeng in the middle.

In a room deep in the pavilion, the four figures all showed ecstasy when they heard this voice, and they held each other's hands and kept exclaiming: "It's Childe, it's Childe who came to save us." ”

The front of the pavilion was encircled, and the scene suddenly quieted down, and the sudden chaotic footsteps came from the pavilion again. First was an old man and a young man, and dozens of figures followed.

The Spiritual Hope Technique operated, the old man in front of the head was in the early stage of cultivation, and the young man was only in the early stage of the Divine Infant, and the dozens of people behind them were all at the peak of the Divine Infant cultivation.

"Damn!

"Who is this boy? Is this impatient?"

"It's been blown back now, and it hasn't happened in decades. ”

"I hope this boy is stronger, and he won't die all at once. ”

...... The buzzing sound came from all around, and although everyone spoke quietly, they couldn't stand the crowd, and they all converged into a wave.

"Quiet"

The old man of the Four True Pavilion shouted angrily, his eyes flickered and he looked around, the discussion suddenly stopped, and the scene quieted down again.

"Who am I? Our pavilion master went to look for you, but I didn't expect you to send it to the door yourself. Hehe... Wouldn't such a credit be a cheap old man for nothing? The old man did recognize Yu Zefeng, and the latter's portrait was not a secret among their high-ranking people.

"Haha... Damn boy, you're finally here, now I'm going to see if that maid of yours dares to give in, it's really sleepy and someone will send a pillow. Feng Qianxun also laughed, obviously Yu Zefeng's arrival was very much to his liking.

"Hand over a few of them, I can only kill all the monks above the realm, or they all die. Even though he was besieged by layers, his tone was unusually calm, as if nearly a thousand masters were made of mud.

"Arrogance, I think you'd better be caught, otherwise you'll only suffer more. The old man was stunned by Yu Zefeng's indifferent words, he had never seen such an arrogant person, and he said after a while.

"Five-breath time consideration. "The sound is still unwavering.

"Presumptuous! stinky boy, don't kneel down for this son. Feng Chihiro shouted angrily.

"Five"

"The young pavilion master might as well do it directly. A middle-aged man behind Feng Qianxun said flatteringly.

"Four"

"Hmph, I want to see what you can do if you don't hand over people?"

"Three"

"Boy, quickly kneel down and kowtow to the young pavilion master to confess his guilt. Another dogleg opened his mouth and scolded angrily.

"Two" Yu Zefeng was not affected in the slightest, and counted the numbers every breath.

"Hmph, it's just pretending to be calm, I see you......" But before Feng Qianxun finished speaking.

The sound of the "sword" was very low but resounded throughout the audience, and the crowd only heard a "choking" sound, and the flying sword behind Yu Zefeng came out of the sheath, turning into a streamer and stabbing straight at Feng Qianhiro.

"Young Pavilion Master be careful. The old man exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly used his defensive armor to block in front of Feng Qianxun.

"Boom"

Swords and armor collide.

The old man was knocked out dozens of zhang away with Feng Qianxun, and when he was about to smash into the Sizhen Pavilion building, he was blocked by a golden light curtain, and was flicked out of the light curtain several zhang away and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"So strong"

This is the common thought of everyone present, and before the crowd can express their feelings, the show will explode in an instant.

Nearly a thousand inch-long spiritual power flying swords shot at the surrounding Sizhen Pavilion monks like a torrential rain, and the young man's left and right hands were pinched into sword fingers at the same time, his arms were held straight in front of his chest, and the sword fingers of his two hands were together, and then he slashed at both sides, as if he was doing a chest expansion exercise.