"Demon, take a break from hurting the Golden Que Pavilion Lord. ”

With a loud roar, Yan Fei peeked at it, and was surprised again, it turned out to be Nangong Bo.

Nangong Bo was surrounded by dozens of figures, half of whom he didn't know, but there was one that he had definitely seen.

Phantom Qiu Yifeng.

While speaking, a group of old men rushed to the front and directly besieged the old beggar.

"Grandpa be careful, I'll help you. ”

At this moment, the little beggar shouted and rushed directly into the crowd.

Yan Fei took this opportunity to pull out, and when he looked at it again, the speed of this little beggar was so fast that it was impossible to catch it with the naked eye.

Nanli also withdrew from the battle circle.

"Look, I finally can't help but do it, yin and yang reversal, what an evil demon method. As soon as he said this, Nan Li frowned and looked at Yan Fei: "Brother Yan, this is not right, how can I not feel the aura of demons and evil in this old one?"

Yan Feixin said, you ask me, who do I ask, it's messy, it's all messed up, what's going on?

More than ten old men besieged the old and young beggars, and even the phantom demon Qiu Yifeng moved, and Yan Fei found that those old men he had never seen before were not weak.

But Yan Fei couldn't feel the aura of the magic path released by the phantom demon Qiu Yifeng.

It's really evil.

Just as Yan Fei was meditating, suddenly Nangong Bo shouted: "Golden Que Pavilion Master, this nine-fingered demon beggar has taken refuge in the Demon Dao, and several sect families have been wiped out by them, from ninety old men to three-year-old naughty boys, you go quickly, let's hold them up." ”

Yan Fei is definitely a person who puts righteousness first.

But he really can't talk about righteousness with Nangong Bo, Nangong Bo actually reused the illusion demon Qiu Yifeng, he must have had an affair with the demon dao, and now he is helping himself to deal with two demon dao masters, and he also makes it look like he is standing up for himself.

One head is really two big.

"Xuanjia Xuanding, withdraw with me. "It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time, whether you are a demon or a demon, I don't want to contact you, Yan Fei turned around and left.

Xuanjia Xuanding withdrew from the battle group and followed Yan Fei.

The old beggar, facing the siege of more than ten old men, although he did not show any signs of defeat, it was difficult to get out.

"Boy, if you go to this Xihuang Mountain, you will definitely be born with demons and slaughter the common people, and you must not go to Xihuang Mountain. ”

Yan Fei was already far away, and the old beggar's shout was still heard in his ears.

A group of four people galloped all the way for dozens of miles, and only stopped after making sure it was safe.

"It's evil, Brother Yan, this matter is too evil, could it be that the old beggar deliberately hid his aura of cultivating demon law?"

"With this possibility, I haven't been able to feel the magic breath of the illusion Qiu Yifeng. Yan Fei said in a deep voice.

Nan Li's sword eyebrows tightened: "But, but I actually felt righteousness from the old beggar's body." ”

"Hey, don't say it, my head is going to explode. ”

Yan Fei used to feel that his strength was not enough many times, but today, he felt that his brain power was very lacking.

For some reason, the old beggar's repeated words kept rippling in his heart.

You can't go up to Xihuang Mountain.

Demons and evil arose, and blood slaughtered the people

I, Yan Fei, still have this ability? Can I, Yan Fei, decide this kind of big thing?

In the end, he had to leave everything behind.

Since I, Yan Fei, am here, how can I turn around and leave?

Staring at Xihuang Mountain, Yan Fei's eyes became firm.

Gradually approaching the eighty-one peak, Yan Fei found that a large number of cultivators had gathered outside the eighty-one peak.

I found out after some understanding.

The three paths of the Immortal Martial Buddha, for this conference, are carefully selecting the people to participate in the battle.

The True Martial Arts Conference held before the Western Emperor Sword Saint was also for this.

The two immortals and Buddhas are the same, and each selects a strong person under the age of forty to participate in the battle.

In the True Martial Arts Conference alone, thousands of martial arts cultivators were selected, and the three masters who finally rushed to Xihuang Mountain were thousands of people, not counting the accompanying ones.

Counting the family sect accompaniment, there are absolutely tens of thousands.

The Bixiao Sword Pavilion of Xihuang Mountain finally decided to focus on the eighty-one sword peaks and list the eighty-one sub-arenas.

In the end, five people won in each arena, and then entered the West Emperor Mountain for the final battle.

The brothers studied and studied, eighty-one peaks, eighty-one sub-arenas, it didn't matter which one they chose, the problem was that they didn't even have the qualifications to participate.

In this case, Yan Fei directly took the one closest to the south.

Eighty-one peaks, one of the eighty-one sword gates, falling sword gates.

In front of the mountain gate, people entered the mountain one after another, some in groups of three or five, some dozens of people, some with different pet beasts, some dressed strangely, some immortals and Taoists, but one thing is the same, they all showed a similar identity certificate.

After looking at it from a distance for a while, Nanli frowned.

"Brother Yan, you say, let's go over empty-handed, can they let them go up the mountain?"

Yan Fei glanced at Nanli and said, "Let's go, go over and try it." After that, Yan Fei walked away, Nan Li was stunned for a moment and shouted: "Alas, try, try?

Helpless, what Yan Fei was thinking in his head, Nanli had never been able to guess.

A group of four people came to the mountain gate, and was unexpectedly blocked by an old man, who was followed by dozens of strong men in sword robes, full of energy.

Nan was empty, and he didn't know what Yan Fei was going to do, so he simply moved his steps back.

"Xiaoyou, where is the teacher and where are you?"

Yan Fei gave a polite salute and said with a smile: "Master of the Cold Gate, Yan Fei." ”

The old man frowned slightly.

"Cold, cold, the master of the door, the old man has never heard of it. The old man could see that Yan Fei was also in his early twenties, presumably, boasting about what kind of door, and proclaiming himself the owner of the door.

"Well, it won't be long before the seniors will hear it. ”

The old man smiled faintly and nodded, "Okay, please also ask Xiaoyou to take out the letter." ”

Nan Li immediately looked at Yan Fei, he really wanted to know what Yan Fei wanted to say. Unexpectedly, Yan Fei asked directly: "Senior, is this based on trust, is it very important?" At that time, the junior didn't catch up with the Zhenwu Conference, but I can't think that I can't do it because I don't have a trust, in case I miss a master who can compete with the Immortal Buddha, you say, is it very bad."

Regret. ”

Hearing this, the old man's face suddenly changed.

Nanli thought that Yan Fei had some tricks, but one sentence made Nanli bow his head and whispered: "Brother Yan, you, aren't you looking for a fight, this is Xihuang Mountain." ”

"Little doll, do you know what this place is?"

Of course, Yan Fei didn't want to cause trouble for no reason, and when he saw that the old man wanted to be angry, Yan Fei suddenly waved his hand.

"Gotta get it, senior, don't be angry, I have this by faith, I have it, wait a while, my friend is sending it." The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, and snorted coldly: "Hmph, then please wait here for Xiaoyou, without faith, you are not allowed to step into Luojian Mountain for half a step." ”