Knowing the etiquette of the next life, I will give you a good time, old woman. The wrinkles on the Lingwoman's face barely pulled out a smile.

Do you still want to do it? Ouyang Ting looked at her somewhat oozing smile and his heart sank.

The Spirit Clan wandered outside the surname clan, and he really couldn't understand why this old woman would be willing to be the protector of this Zhang Yaozong.

Could it be that because he is Zhang Shenghong's son-in-law?

However, what he didn't know was that this spirit woman had been walking with Zhang Yaozong since she was expelled from Lingshan.

Her paranoid thirst for knowledge has hurt many people's lives for so many years! To be able to say that she is happy to give him a good time is already a matter of fate.

"Since that's the case, then please forgive the juniors for being unreasonable!" Ouyang Ting's tone gradually turned cold.

The Spirit Clan is essentially no different from the surname clan, both are bloodline races.

This old woman may be a relative of Lingxiao, but... Between saving his life and being polite, he chose the former without hesitation.

The Ouyang clan is mired in the quagmire, he Ouyang Ting can't die, and he can't afford to die!

"Well, go die. The old woman nodded, and she said that terrible words as lightly as a feather.

As he spoke, Ouyang Ting suddenly felt that the wind was wrong, and he hurriedly withdrew and retreated!

The sound of "欻欻死歘" breaking through the air came one after another, and on the ground in front of him, dense pine leaves as thin as silver needles were nailed all over the earth.

What a powerful skill to control the spirit of the object! The corners of Ouyang Ting's eyes twitched and he looked up, only to see that the old woman of the spirit clan had not even raised her hand.

"Weak chicken, I'm afraid I'm going to join forces. He licked the corner of his mouth and whispered, "I'm afraid I can't beat this old woman alone." ”

"Poof!" The weak chicken tilted his neck and spit out the pine needles in his mouth, and said, "Don't worry, in front of my Suzaku, all demons and monsters are floating clouds." ”

Ouyang Ting said with some unease: "You, it's better to be reliable this time." ”

"Hmm, when have I been unreliable?" The weak chicken was a little unhappy, but before Ouyang Ting could speak, it directly flapped its wings and turned into a touch of red and rushed out.

That touch of splendor that blends with the wind is really beautiful, and it is beautiful enough to be righteous. Looking at the four-foot fire shadow that burst out of the weak chicken, Ouyang Ting sighed in his heart.

"Your uncle, hurry up! Also, Lao Tzu is handsome!" In the distance, the roar of the weak chicken came.

"Oh? Ouyang Ting immediately shouted: "Wait for me!"

.....

On top of a vigorous ancient pine outside the Qingfeng Courtyard, a black shadow seemed to have no weight, and its feet gently stood on the top of the pin-like pine and swayed gently with the wind.

His eyes had been looking at the center of the courtyard from afar, but he had no intention of making a move.

Whether it was the death of those silver-armored warriors, or the battle of spiritual martial arts at this moment, he didn't even have the slightest change in his expression when he stood with his hands in his hands.

"I knew you were coming. After a long time, the dark shadow sighed softly.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, a majestic figure slowly appeared on the low mountain not far from the pine below him.

However, the magnificent figure did not mean to avoid anyone in the slightest. He walked steadily step by step, but the broadsword wrapped around his chest, and the silver ring on the back of the knife rattled to reveal his whereabouts.

"Hmph! I knew you were coming. The man's urn replied angrily.

Wait until the clouds drift by, and the bright moonlight shines down. Only then did the appearance of the two of them be revealed under the moonlight.

"That guy still can't let go of his body, what's the matter? Let you stop me?" The man with the broadsword surrounded by a broad knife has his temples covered with silver threads, and his face is not angry and arrogant, who is it not Wu Chengfeng!

"Hehe, if I don't want him, he won't be able to call me. The man above the pine chuckled in response. He is the advocate of the second room of the Holy Family.

As he said, he really couldn't think of what would really make Wu Chengfeng take action.

That is, before Wu Chengfeng appeared, he still whispered a few words of self-deprecation. is just a black robe and black armor, no matter how much Wu Chengfeng protects his shortcomings, he will not really show up.

But the world is unpredictable, this Wu clan patriarch really appeared!

Moreover, he appeared so grandly that he didn't even bother to cover his face.

Zhang Sheng, who is well aware of the current contradictions of the human race, is agitated, this is not a good signal!

"There have been a lot of things recently, and the old man is also very troubled. And this young man..."As he spoke, Wu Chengfeng said hard in the courtyard: "Even Tianji Pavilion is collecting news about him, and I can't understand it, so I want to find out." ”

"Oh, is there such a thing?" Zhang Shengli raised his eyebrows.

It wasn't until now that Zhang Shengli looked at the Qingfeng inner courtyard with a more serious gaze.

As the second-in-command of the Holy Clan, he has always known how strong the dark tide that has been surging between the Wu Clan and the Zhang Clan for a long time is.

Although there is a difference in rank between the two clans on the bright side, Zhang Shengli knows that this is just a gap on the bright side.

The Zhang clan has a sage, but the Wu clan has a peak half-saint!

Even though Zhang Shenghong's strength surpassed that of the three thousand surname clans, if the conflict between the two clans really broke out, the peak half-saint hidden in the Wu clan would definitely not be an opponent.

But this premise, neither the Wu family nor the Zhang family wants to see it. Now that the human race is in decline, it is not good for anyone to break out in civil strife!

What's more, the Wu clan has in his hands a killing martial pavilion that is enough to set off a monstrous wave!

This force did not even dare to underestimate the millions of soldiers of the Zhang clan in their hands. If it's messy, it's all mess....

However, it was under the strange stability that both sides tried their best to promote, that Wu Chengfeng, the dignified Wu clan patriarch and the great commander of the Quartet Martial Pavilion, actually appeared in the Qingfeng Courtyard for the sake of a mere clan boy.

Could it be that Wu Chengfeng is preparing to touch that bottom line for him?

But what qualifications does he have?

looked at the young man in the courtyard who couldn't even beat a drooping old woman, and was even in danger. Zhang Shengli's mind was full of doubts and curiosity.

"This kid holds the key, a key that can break the shackles of blood. Wu Chengfeng didn't hide it at all.

"Huh?" Zhang Shengli glanced at him with some confusion.

"Do you know how long it took him from the initial awakening of qi and blood to the current five veins?" Wu Chengfeng's eyes burned.

Zhang Shengli was stunned for a moment, clan, chakra? This was originally a mediocre strength in his opinion, but once he was named a clan, it was a little suspenseful.

You know, the chakras can only appear in the races above the races!

Looking at Zhang Shengli's increasingly surprised expression, Wu Chengfeng slowly stretched out two fingers: "Two years, only two years from the initial awakening to the realm of the five veins!"

With that, the soles of his feet rushed up a few feet, and landed firmly on the pine branch beside Zhang Shengli.

"Such a genius, have you ever seen it? I'm here, is it still strange?" Wu Chengfeng muttered and cast his eyes to the inner courtyard.

Whew! I see! Zhang Shengli let out a sigh of relief.

If that's the case, this young man is really a genius! Zhang Shengli's eyes flickered.

After two years of awakening and reaching the fifth vein, such a young hero, even among their Zhang family, I am afraid that they will not be able to find two existences that can be compared.

This young man can't die! This was the first judgment that Zhang Shengli made in his mind.

But when he thought about this, he was even more puzzled. This Wu Lao Er is not a fool, since he can come, it means that he already knew that this young man will come.

But why didn't he stop it? Instead, he would rather risk friction between the two tribes and appear here alone!

"Don't think about it, you and I are all the way, you know me, I know you..."

Hmph! This martial artist is simple-faced, let's see what he plans. Zhang Shengli snorted coldly and stopped talking.

.....

The fire of the Vermilion Bird was first ignited, and the weak chickens in the flying and bursting room regained some of the original feeling of crisscrossing the sky.

But... Sadly, this is just a self-delusion at the beginning of its war!

The old woman seemed to be unable to stand steadily, but at this moment, the pestle in front of Zhang Yaozong was like an insurmountable mountain.

No matter how Ouyang Ting and Suzaku raided, they couldn't break through her layers of aura defenses. Even, from time to time, it is invaded by various aura objects that cannot be prevented.

"Weak chicken, it's okay!" another spiritual wind chaotic blade roared like the wind, and the weak chicken was careless, and a fiery red feather splashed with bursts of sparks under the collision with those wind blades.

The weak chicken that couldn't help but fly upside down was easy to stabilize his body: "I'm fine, but this old woman is very difficult to deal with!"

It is true that one of them has mastered the fire of the Vermilion Bird, and the other has mastered the poison of the mystery.

Even though she is sharp and unparalleled under the hand, but this spirit woman has too much foundation, and I don't know how she managed to be so old and still have long-lasting spiritual power.

Anyway, looking at the strength of her aura, even if it is not as terrifying as that Longkou Guan Venerable Po, I am afraid that it is not far off!

Until now, Ouyang Ting's heart has become heavier and heavier.

Whether it's the strength of the old woman of the Spirit Clan, or the strong soldier who will appear outside this courtyard at any time.

The doubts of the two combined were not as heavy as those brought to him by Ouyang Xi, who was standing quietly behind Zhang Yaozong without even a trace of expression on his face.

Sister, what's wrong! Doesn't she recognize herself at all?

"Be careful!" Ouyang Ting was distracted, and the old woman's pervasive spirit blade burst out.

Fortunately, the weak chicken was alert, and a collision knocked his entire body sideways several steps, which was avoided.

"What a great boy. The spirit woman's face did not move, but she was also amazed in her heart.

There is a huge difference between this person and a bird in front of her, if it is at the level of a bloodline martial artist, although she is old, she is a real eight-vein peak powerhouse!

Even if you fight with the clan with the surname Liang Zhanzun, the winner is still five or five.

But this kid is only in the realm of five veins, and he can fight with her in terms of vigilance and speed, and he has not declined so far. How could this not make her suspicious!

"Ling Po, you are wearing down my patience..."Seeing that the two were deadlocked, Zhang Yaozong opened his mouth a little impatiently.

"Hehe, this is death, this is death..."The spirit woman smiled, and her gaze hidden in the two sunken eye sockets also burst into light.

The wind, stop!Ouyang Ting frowned and stared.

In this small space in the courtyard, the wind stopped falling in an instant, and the silence was terrible!

"If you don't make a trick, I'm afraid you won't have a chance. "The weak chicken's eyes are also burning, and they dare not be careless.

Sure enough, the voice just fell. In this courtyard, the spirit woman was the center, and the aura that was still slowly flowing in the air began to hum and vibrate.

"Spirit, Storm!" the cold voice of the Spirit Woman sounded.

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