"Girl, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, there were misunderstandings before, these were all done by Wei Daoyou at the instigation of the old man, but the old man was under his ** authority, so he had to give in. ^^%Search @ Wu Shen Ji + @阅读本书#最新% Chapter ^ "The old man surnamed Zhong felt bad, he put all the responsibility on the man surnamed Wei, anyway, the person is already dead, so there is no proof of death, so deal with it first."

"Chu Yuan, this old guy is really shameless, at that time, I obviously heard him say that he was going to arrest me and refine the flame in my body, or he gave that guy his idea." Feng Shiyu pursed her lips and rolled her eyes, this old family talk pushed things to the bottom and sneered.

"Then kill it." Chu Yuan looked at the old man surnamed Zhong coldly, now with his cultivation, he may still have some scruples about the peak of the late stage of the spirit transformation, but in his eyes, as long as he spends a little effort, he can solve it.

"This fellow Daoist, his tone can't help but be a little bigger, although the old man is not talented, but you don't think that the old man is easy to bully, just because you want to keep the old man, I'm afraid it's impossible." The old man surnamed Zhong listened to Chu Yuan's words, and said with an angry face, with his cultivation no matter where he was, he was courteous to others, and now he was cold in Chu Yuan's hands, making his old face turn into a pig's liver color.

"You can try." Chu Yuan grinned, his face relaxed.

"Good. Okay" The old man surnamed Zhong was furious, his fists were clenched, he suddenly laughed, said two yes in a row, and his body moved, flying towards the south.

Chu Yuan frowned, seeing that this person actually wanted to escape, but in the current situation, how could Chu Yuan let him escape.

"Do you want to escape, old fellow, you think you can escape today." Chu Yuan's body moved, blocking in front of the old man surnamed Zhong.

Feng Shiyu stood behind this person, one in front of the other.

"Don't deceive people too much, if you force the old man, you won't be happy." As soon as the old man surnamed Zhong flew out, he was blocked by Chu Yuan and said angrily.

He stretched out two fingers towards Chu Yuan's chest, and a huge two-finger phantom appeared in the air and pointed towards Chu Yuan.

These two fingers look very ordinary, but they are surprisingly fast, and when they are pointed in space, even the space is concave.

Chu Yuan's fist stretched out, and a huge flaming fist met the two fingers.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, those two fingers seemed to hit the iron plate and shattered.

The old man surnamed Zhong was shocked, snorted, slightly surprised, as soon as he made a move with Chu Yuan, he fell into the disadvantage, and the other party gave him an unfathomable feeling.

"Chop"

Chu Yuan held the Fuxi sword in his hand, looked at him condescendingly, and slashed out with a sword.

A violent sword qi shot out and fell heavily towards the head of the old man surnamed Zhong.

This sword almost tore in half in space and landed from the air, making the old man surnamed Zhong change his complexion.

With a wave of his hand, there was already an additional painting in his hand, and on top of this painting, the dense palace was painted, with a sense of vicissitudes.

The old man surnamed Zhong pinched the trick, bit the tip of his tongue, and squirted out a mouthful of essence blood and landed on the scroll paper.

The picture began to distort, and the palace in the picture turned into white light and shadow. The palace stood in front of the old man.

Rumble!

Chu Yuan's sword fell, originally thought that under this sword, this old immortal would be seriously injured, but unexpectedly, Chu Yuan's sword slashed down, like a mud cow into the sea, and the sword seemed to be absorbed.

Chu Yuan was slightly stunned, he used almost ninety percent of the strength of this sword, but he didn't expect to cut it on it, but it was all right.

"If you want to keep the old man, I'm afraid you don't have that ability." The old man surnamed Zhong laughed loudly, although he was a little afraid of Chu Yuan, but if he wanted to run for his life, he thought that it was impossible for the other party to stay with him.

"Is it?"

Chu Yuan saw that the sword light had no effect on him, so he put away the Fuxi sword, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The next moment, his figure flickered, appeared in front of the old man surnamed Zhong, raised his fist, and for a while, the fist shadow flew over, and countless fist shadows appeared, attacking towards the white shadow hall in front of the old man surnamed Zhong.

His fist was mixed with the immortal divine fire, this fire was very domineering, every time the punch fell, the white light and shadow of the hall were monstrous, diffuse, and the terrifying power shook the void to pieces.

Click!

A slight sound came out, and then, the sound became denser and denser, and there were more and more cracks above the white hall.

When the old man surnamed Zhong saw this scene, his face changed greatly, he also obtained this picture scroll by accident, and it was a rare magic weapon, but the other party's fist easily broke it, so how could he not be afraid.

"Shattered!"

Chu Yuan spat out a word lightly, and his fist landed heavily on the spinning palace.

With a blow down, the palace exploded, turning into countless white crystals, scattered everywhere like snowflakes, and the scroll in his hand was also shattered and turned into ashes.

The old man surnamed Zhong looked at this scene, a little incredulous, but he was not an idle person, when he saw the palace shattered, his sleeve robe was rolled, and there was an iron flute in his hand.

The iron flute in his hand slashed in the void, turning into a Tai Chi pattern, and with a low cry in his mouth, he met Chu Yuan's fist.

Seeing this, Chu Yuan let out a low snort, and his fist fell towards the Taiji pattern, and the Taiji diagram did not collapse as Chu Yuan imagined.

On the contrary, when Chu Yuan's fist landed on it, he felt a soft thrust, shaking his fist phantom away a bit.

When Chu Yuan's footsteps took a few steps back, a trace of fierceness flashed in the eyes of the old man surnamed Zhong, and the iron flute in his hand suddenly swung sideways.

His fingers touched lightly on the iron flute, and the iron flute hummed, emitting a strong and dazzling white light, and the iron flute had twelve holes.

With a tap of his fingertips, a red light shot out of a hole.

"Chu Yuan, be careful of that guy's secret weapon."

Chu Yuan's eyes were pierced by the strong light, and when he heard Feng Shiyu's hurried voice, he knew that something was wrong, he was about to flash, but it was too late.

The crimson light pierced through his flame armor and shot at him.

When the red mang entered his body, Chu Yuan felt a pain and subconsciously touched it.

"You have fallen for my Nine Demons Evil Poison, if you forcibly operate the aura, this poisonous qi will attack your heart, and your future cultivation will always be stable at the current stage." Seeing this, the old man surnamed Zhong laughed.

His eyes looked at Chu Yuan, and suddenly his hand moved, and eleven crimson rays of light flew out from the other eleven holes, shooting on Chu Yuan's body.

"Yes, this poison is so poisonous, Chu is really a little afraid, it's a pity, your poison is of no use to Chu Yuan." Chu Yuan was very proud when he saw him, but he smiled lightly, as if it was not him who was poisoned.

And Chu Yuan ignored these toxins, his body was already invulnerable, and this toxin naturally did not pose a threat to him.

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