Chapter 630: Spare You from Death

"Wind Palace Master, what a great majesty."

With a scathing voice, a group of people walked over, and a powerful aura shrouded them, and it was faintly visible that the surrounding air was shackled and turned into a solid state, approaching step by step with the arrival of several people.

Fenghua frowned, and secretly exclaimed in his heart, but his face was silent, he slowly turned around, and looked at the few people who came over, as expected.

Wan Jianqiu was jointly detained by the three major sects in Dawu Prefecture, and the original rule was that anyone who wanted to get close to Wan Jianqiu had to get permission from the three major sects at the same time.

But Feng Huajue felt the pressure from the Tianrulong Prince, so he wanted to go out in person and pry out the secret from Wan Jianqiu's mouth, but he didn't expect that a small "watchdog" would dare to stop him, and now he let the other two guys who were not right with him arrive.

Yes, the two people in the middle are Yang Feng, the deputy palace master of the Dragon and Tiger Hall, and Wang Xiaoyao, the deputy palace master of the Flying Eagle Gate, but he prefers others to call him "King Xiaoyao".

The attraction of this peerless treasure is self-evident, the three major sects of Dawuzhou have sent absolute elites to come because they occupy the right time, place and people, although the three palace masters did not come in person, but they were all led by the deputy palace masters, and the scale was huge and the strength was exquisite.

The middle-level sects in several other big states are also led by the deputy palace masters, and it is inconvenient for the palace masters to go out at will, so it is naturally inconvenient to come.

Of course, Fenghua Jue came in person to build momentum, but also to better publicize the peerless treasure, so as to realize his "conspiracy".

It is precisely because of this that it attracts so many warriors.

King Xiaoyao is a beautiful man, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, brocade robes, and deep eyes like the sea, the most iconic thing is that he is holding a folding fan in his right hand, which adds an elegant temperament to the whole person.

"It's you." Feng Hua's mind turned countless thoughts in an instant, and the moment he saw the two of them, he knew that his little abacus couldn't be beaten, and he had to find another way to get the secret from Wan Jianqiu, "What, you want to stop me?" ”

It was Yang Feng who spoke just now, he always thought that he was "not talented", how could he be just a deputy palace master with his own talent, he made up his mind to make a splash at the palace master election ceremony four years later, and fiercely shocked those guys and won the palace master throne. And this time, I led the team to show my strong strength first.

"Wind Hall Master, are you going to break the contract you made at the beginning?" Yang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Fenghua Jue with a contemptuous look, in his mind, how could this kind of sect that was only a hundred years old have the profound heritage of the Dragon and Tiger Hall, but it was just a clown who jumped off the beam, if it wasn't for the carefree king around him, he wouldn't give him a good look at it at all.

The King of Joy did not speak, gently shook the folding fan in his hand, with a warm smile on his face, looking like he was watching a good show.

"Hmph." Fenghua snorted coldly, "That's just something to bluff outsiders." ”

"It seems that the Wind Palace Lord often bluffs others." Yang Fengpi said with a smile, "However, at this juncture, what do you want to do with Wan Jianqiu?" ”

"It's not your turn to take care of my business." Fenghua definitely didn't give Yang Feng a good face at all, but he was just a deputy palace master, what qualifications did he have to show off his might in front of him?

"Oh, really?" Yang Feng's eyes narrowed, and a trace of anger appeared in his eyes, this guy dared to talk to himself like this.

"Wind Palace Master, you're wrong." At this time, the "good old man" Xiaoyao King put away the folding fan and said with a smile, "Now our three major sects are in the same spirit, and there are still many juniors around to watch it, don't make jokes." ”

Fenghua Jue was slightly vigilant, although this King of Freedom has been smiling, but it gives him a feeling of hiding a knife in his smile, dealing with this kind of person is the most troublesome, and you don't even know how to die if you don't care.

"It just so happens that we also have something to ask Wan Jianqiu, let's go in together." The King of Joy was still tepid, glanced at Yang Feng, who was angry, and then made a "please" gesture to Fenghuajue.

"Hmph." Yang Feng snorted coldly, but did not refuse, ignoring Fenghua's cold eyes, he took the lead and walked in.

A trace of killing intent flashed in Fenghua's eyes, but it was hidden by him very deeply, and no one noticed it, and then glanced at the smiling King Xiaoyao, and also walked in.

The expression of the King of Joy remained unchanged, and he opened the folding fan and followed the two of them in.

The tent wasn't very large, but there was nothing but a chair in the middle, so it looked very empty.

On the chair, a figure sat casually, with his head slightly bowed, his white messy hair falling down, covering his face, and there was no breath on his body, like a "short-lived ghost".

Hearing the footsteps, the person in the chair slowly raised his head, and when he saw the person clearly, his body trembled suddenly, and then his eyes suddenly widened, which was filled with endless anger, and he glared at the three people, the three devils, who made themselves into this miserable appearance.

The person in the chair was none other than Wan Jianqiu, the palace master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, but his current situation could be described as miserable, many disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were all killed in front of him, and he himself was abolished and fell to the realm of a mortal third-grade martial artist, causing him to age dozens of years overnight, his face was withered, and he was about to die.

Wan Jianqiu looked like a middle-aged man at the beginning, he was in the prime of life, but now he has gray hair and is lifeless, and it seems that he will step into the abyss of death at any time.

This is the end of the abolition of force.

The warrior took his life against the sky and deprived himself of his life and blessed himself from the eternal heaven and earth in the underworld, in order to achieve the realm of longevity and heavenly qi.

Once a martial artist breaks through to the mortal fetus seven-rank Vajra martial artist, the Vajra that has been tempered by the body is not bad, then the appearance will remain the same, which can be regarded as a small "welfare".

However, once the strength regresses, then it will age instantly, such as the current Wan Jian Qiu, he is already in his eighties, and he couldn't see the change in his face because he stepped into the realm of the mortal fetus seven-rank Vajra martial artist, but now his strength has fallen to the mortal four-rank realm, and he will return to his original appearance at once, and he will only have a few years of life to live.

Squeak, the sound of grinding teeth sounded in Wan Jianqiu's mouth, and his eyes stared at the three people in front of him, if he could, he wanted to bite the three of them to death.

Feng Hua didn't care about Wan Jian's hateful gaze, stepped forward, and said coldly, "As long as you tell the method of opening the peerless treasure, you won't die." ”