The two groups of people were still fighting, and a strong wind drifted from there, passing through the gap between the melee crowds, converging into a tangible air mass, hitting Ao Baifeng's chest firmly, and directly blasting Ao Baifeng off the cliff. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This strong wind was obviously ten times stronger than the waves made by the short and fat white-shirted disciples before, and the strong wind swept the clothes of these two groups of people and crackled, and these two groups of people were frightened, so they stopped the scuffle and looked around vigilantly.

On the path when he came, an inner disciple in a yellow shirt walked vigorously with a treacherous smile on his face, followed by eight white-clothed outer disciples, who were the same group of people who followed behind the first two groups.

The leading inner disciple was none other than Zhou Tong, and among the eight outer disciples who followed, Gao Hu and Zhao Er were stunned.

After the previous two groups of people saw Zhou Tong, their arrogance was extinguished at once.

The yellow shirt is the symbol of the inner disciple, and those who can become inner disciples, and those who have the lowest cultivation are all true martial arts, refining a higher quality martial qi than Qing Qi, that is, true qi.

After the ten martial qi masses are refined and combined, they produce clear qi, which can penetrate through the body and attack the opponent from a distance of twenty meters.

Similarly, a True Qi Qi mass requires ten Clear Qi Masses to be refined and integrated into one to produce it.

The power of true qi is incomparable to that of pure qi, only by refining true qi can he truly be called a martial artist, and only a martial artist with more than one true martial force can fly with qi and kill the enemy from a hundred meters away.

Zhou Tong is a true martial artist, and there are two true qi qi masses in the dantian, which are condensed by refining twenty clear qi qi masses, and their power can be imagined.

Among the first two groups of people, the highest cultivation is the short and fat white-shirted disciple, and the cultivation is only extraordinary, far from Zhou Tong.

At this moment, the first two groups of people did not dare to come out in front of Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong looked at the two groups of people in front of him who were so afraid of him, his heart was indescribably happy, and he reprimanded with majesty: "You all belong to the same sect, but you are fighting here for the two Qi Building Pills, what kind of system is it, isn't this a shame for my Quanyang Sect?"

"Senior Brother Zhou Tong's lesson is that I will remember it in the future", the short and fat white-shirted disciple said respectfully, and then led his group of people to leave.

Before the short and fat white-shirted disciple had taken a few steps, there was an exclamation from the crowd behind him, "Oops, why is that waste gone?"

At this time, everyone's attention was focused on the wide platform where Ao Baifeng was calm, and only saw a trace left on the ground, extending to the edge of the cliff.

"Dwarf winter melon, I didn't expect you to be so ruthless, and actually knocked that waste off the cliff, admire and admire", the white-shirted young man in the first wave looked at the short-fat white-shirted disciple with a smile.

In fact, in any sect, the death of a disciple who is called a waste like Ao Baifeng is not trivial at all, and no one in the sect will pursue it.

The short and fat white-shirted disciple's face was pale, and his mouth trembled, "You talk nonsense, I don't."

Obviously, he was still very scared in his heart, because this was the first time that a short and fat white-shirted disciple had killed someone, and he was still killed by a fellow disciple, and it was inevitable to be afraid.

"Hmph, I saw you slap that waste", the white-clothed young man in the first wave of people insisted that it was the short and fat white-shirted disciple who knocked Ao Baifeng off the cliff, and wanted to use this to return to the door to suppress the other party.

The short and fat white-shirted disciple was about to open his mouth to explain, but Zhou Tong on the side took the first step and said: "That waste will die if it dies, what if you killed it, the head and the elders will not punish you for a waste, don't worry."

After speaking, Zhou Tong turned around and said loudly to the others: "Today's incident, everyone should not know anything, it can be regarded as giving me Zhou Tong a face, don't talk nonsense everywhere when you go back, do you hear it?"

"I heard".

"I heard".

Forced by Zhou Tong's obscenity, everyone agreed one after another.

Gao Hu and Zhao Er, who were standing behind Zhou Tong, did not have any expression on their faces, but they were really happy in their hearts, and finally pulled out the thorn in Ao Baifeng's eye.

The short and fat white-shirted disciple felt a little more relaxed in his heart, thinking that with Zhou Tong's help in suppressing this matter, no one would presumably associate this matter with him.

The group followed Zhou Tong to the meeting, and when they turned around, they saw Quan Lanzi in a blue shirt standing at the intersection when they came, staring at them.

Everyone stepped forward to say hello one after another, and left in a hurry with nervous expressions, especially the short and fat white-shirted disciples' hearts hung in their throats.

Quan Lanzi looked at the bottomless cliff valley, shook his head and sighed, jumped up, and flew back to the Quanyang Sect.

After being hit by the second stronger air current, Ao Baifeng's body fell off the cliff at once, but the moment he fell, Ao Baifeng clearly saw the hateful faces of Zhou Tong, Gao Hu and Zhao Er.

You don't have to think about it to know that the second strong air flow is inseparable from these three people.

Ao Baifeng's body fell rapidly, the whole person was in a state of weightlessness, the falling speed was very fast, it can be described as fleeting, it stands to reason that Ao Baifeng's eyes can't see clearly at this speed, but in the process of falling, Ao Baifeng can clearly see the grass and trees on the cliff, and even the ants on it can be seen.

This point Ao Baifeng himself also felt very strange, when he was a child, he accidentally fell from a tree, in the process of falling at that speed, Ao Baifeng saw that the things in front of him were not so clear at this moment, the only explanation was to accept qi, Wu Zhiyuanqi did not improve his cultivation, but slowly changed his body.

The body continued to fall, but Ao Baifeng's mind was much clearer than before, and he couldn't help but start thinking wildly, and many strange pictures flashed in his mind quickly, including the dream he often had.

Suddenly, an obstacle appeared in front of me, and at first glance, it was a huge stone sword, which had lost all traces of time and looked dilapidated, giving people the feeling that it would dissipate as soon as the wind blew.

This giant stone sword has a very peculiar appearance, only the hilt and the blade of the sword, the two are directly connected together, there is no gauntlet of the sword, there is no blade on both sides of the sword body, the hilt is only one-third of the width of the blade, the end of the hilt is peach-shaped, and there is a round hole in the middle.

A section of the sword is inserted in the cliff, so you can't see what the front of the sword looks like.

When he saw this dilapidated giant stone sword, Ao Baifeng began to imagine the origin of this sword, why it was inserted in this cliff, how many years it had been invaded here, whether it was an ancient artifact, etc., and completely forgot that he was falling from the cliff.

There was a "snap" sound, followed by Ao Baifeng's scream of pain, and Ao Baifeng fell on the sickly giant stone sword.

It was originally an injured body, but since then, it has been even more injured, and it feels like the internal organs in the body are falling apart, a mouthful of blood spurts out, his mind trembled, and the whole person fell into a coma.