In the main hall, through the formation light curtain, looking at Wu Ming, who had won consecutive battles and had a matchless demeanor, all the elders had different expressions, and their hearts were sad.

"Elder Liu, what do they mean, knowing that this son is on the Tianjiao List, and sending outer disciples to fight, isn't this deliberately admitting defeat?"

Zhu Changfeng's face was pale.

"If you don't follow the rules and send innate disciples directly, do you want the face of Fengxiaomen?"

Another elder, not without resentment.

If it weren't for the radicals in the sect and got involved in the struggle of outsiders, how could it have reached such a point?

"Face, just an artistic conception martial artist, don't take my sect in his eyes, if he can't press it in the muddy water and never turn over, then he will no longer have a face to stand in the world!"

Behind Zhu Changfeng stood a thin middle-aged man, who glanced at everyone coldly, and then looked at the figure in the light curtain with some hideousness and said, "I propose to send the sect to fight!"

"I agree with Elder Lou's proposal!"

In an instant, seven elders came forward to agree, obviously having been discussed a long time ago.

"What? you ......."

The expressions of the elders changed drastically, and one by one they showed anger.

But as some people in their own faction came forward, when the number was more than half, the sporadic opposition could no longer be reversed.

Qu Tianlin was angry, and the three elders of the old faction went down the mountain to arrange for the battle against Wu Ming, and the elders of the radical faction have always won the hearts of the people, and no one stopped them at this time.

"The sect is the top priority of the sect, it is related to the luck of the hidden dragon, such a big thing must be decided by the master!"

An elderly elder hesitated.

"The head of the retreat is at a critical juncture, if it is disturbed by this matter, and it is detrimental to the cultivation of the country, who can afford it?"

Zhu Changfeng stared at the person coldly, nine people in the same camp, all the momentum of the non-existent pressure up, making the person's breath stagnant, and he couldn't speak.

"Even if it's inconvenient for the head of the family to come forward, Elder Taishang should always ......"

Some people are unwilling to do the last fight.

"The four Taishang, one is far away in the Middle Tang Dynasty, one is traveling the world, and the other has been in retreat for many years, does not ask about the world, and sits in charge of the sect, and the Taishang Uncle has agreed to this matter!"

Elder Na Lou said lightly.

The elders of the sect, who originally still had a glimmer of hope, died down in an instant, like an eggplant beaten by frost, and even the Supreme Elder agreed, so what else did they toss?

Although the elders of the sect have great rights, in the major affairs of the sect, the elders of the Taishang have the privilege of making a decision, this privilege is not based on qualifications, but on strength, only the great grandmaster can become the Taishang!

Even if you are unwilling, you can't disobey the edict of the Taishang, after all, this matter is not related to the safety of the sect, but you can dispatch the carefully cultivated sect sons to expose their strength in advance, which really makes many elders dissatisfied.

In their opinion, it is really foolish to use the top talents in the door for this kind of battle of will.

Zhu Changfeng and the others were pale, they had long been unaccustomed to seeing these gang of colleagues who stuck to the rules, held on to the defects, and lost their enterprising spirit, and now they suppressed them in one fell swoop, just taking the opportunity to seize more rights.

Only they can lead Fengxiaomen to glory!

......

At this time, at the foot of the mountain, Wu Ming defeated the inner gate elite in one fell swoop, and walked up the stairs lightly.

"Although it is only a human-level sect, and its background is far inferior to that of the earth-grade sect, it shouldn't be just these few crooked melons and cracked dates. ”

Wu Ming looked into the depths of the stone steps, and the clouds and mist on it were unreal.

But the disciples he has come into contact with are not few, Luoyun Valley, Thunderbolt Gate, Xuanlei Sect, and Hundred Refining Pavilion all have Tianjiao born, although Fengxiao Gate is not comparable to these four sects, but it is also a human-level sect, and there should not even be a façade.

On the contrary, it is a two-grade sect of heaven and earth, and there are very few Tianjiao on the list, and he is only familiar with the top three.

In this regard, Jia Zhengjing once explained to him that the list of one place, one region or one country is nothing, and the real list, called the Hidden Dragon List, is compiled by the temples and represents the real Tianjiao figures of the younger generation of the human race.

The reason why the major sects are hidden is actually a kind of protection, after all, people are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, and there are too many socials, so it is inevitable to be distracted.

Wu Ming also said with a smile at the time, it was like deliberately making an ugly name when naming a child, hoping that the child would be able to support him.

It's not rough!

Open guns are easy to dodge and dark arrows are difficult to defend, who can guarantee that no one or alien race will target the black hand on the list?

As for those who are willing to be on the list, what is the psychology, that is, the benevolent will see the benevolent and the wise will see the wise!

"Well, there's finally a decent one!"

After walking hundreds of stone steps, Wu Ming raised his eyebrows suddenly, and looked slightly sideways at a tall figure on the platform at the corner in front of him.

This person has a handsome appearance, eight feet tall, the moire power suit can't hide the rolling muscles, and the whole body exudes a fierce aura that can't be concealed, and the whole person is like a half-unsheathed sword, as if ready to taste blood at any time!

"The true legend of Fengxiaomen, Zhu Mingcheng!"

The young man looked at Wu Ming coldly, and there was a hint of excitement in his slightly cold eyes, as if he had seen prey.

"Who are you with Zhu Changfeng?"

Wu Ming said lightly.

"Presumptuous, do you dare to call your teacher by his name?"

Zhu Mingcheng said coldly.

"Teacher, you're his illegitimate son!"

Wu Ming plays with taste.

"Look for death!"

Zhu Mingcheng was furious, and with a sharp roar of gold and iron, the cold light of the sword was dazzling, and he crossed several zhang in an instant, and came straight to Wu Ming's door.

Shot angrily, mercilessly, without the slightest trick, and even revealed a terrifying power of five qi fusion, and the aura of heaven and earth in all directions was taken away, blocking all Wu Ming's retreats.

Not only that, but it also contains a sense of oppression, which makes people feel extremely uncomfortable in all aspects of the body, and it is vaguely entering the charm of the general trend of Sanhua.

"Idiot!"

Wu Ming was cold, his feet were slightly wrong, he moved half a step horizontally, lightly avoided the sword qi, and instantly ravaged his body like an ape, and slapped it with one palm.

The crackling arc emitted a terrifying golden-blue light, and the swift and matchless wind whistled out, sticking to the cold sword body, and straight to Zhu Mingcheng's shoulder.

"The wind is without a shadow!"

Zhu Mingcheng didn't look panicked, and with a low cry in his mouth, he saw a pale cyan light gushing out of his body, and in the middle of his entire body, there were layers of ghosting.

Boom!

Wu Ming slapped his palm into the air, his eyes showed a different color, he felt a chill behind him, and he stomped hard under his feet, jumped out in an instant, and slowly turned around.

"Don't treat me like one of those pieces of trash!"

Zhu Mingcheng shook the sword without mockery, and said proudly.

"Interesting, this trick should be the mastery in the "Fengxiao Treasure Book", you are the sect of Fengxiaomen?"

Wu Minghun glanced at the torn clothes on his shoulders absentmindedly, and said with interest.

"Oh, even if you still have a little knowledge! Don't think that if you are on the list of heavenly pride, there is no one in your eyes, it is just something for fools, you must know that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world!"

Zhu Mingcheng has a posture of teaching the younger generations, and he is old-fashioned.

"Huh!"

Wu Ming couldn't cry or laugh, he didn't expect that the sect of Fengxiaomen was such a good person, which really disappointed him.

Although the Tianjiao list has some moisture, it is undeniable that it does represent the level of the young generation of top-notch martial artists in the Great Song Dynasty, but the gap is relatively large.

The existence of a crane tail like him, compared to the first ten people, can almost be said to be very different!

"What are you laughing at?"

Zhu Mingcheng was a little annoyed, not only was he not fooled, but he also hit him with a backhand, although he didn't hurt Wu Ming, he had the upper hand and won a small victory, how could he feel that he was embarrassed?

"It's really ignorant and pathetic to be trapped in a corner like you, sitting in a well and watching the sky, and not knowing the red dust refining your heart!"

Wu Ming said with a smile.

"Look for death!"

Zhu Mingcheng's face sank, his gloomy eyes stared at Wu Ming coldly, and he said coldly, "It's you who sits in the well and watches the sky, the self-righteous thing, you don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin, today Ben Shao will let you see what the real Tianjiao is!"

Brush!

Before the words fell, the sharp sword qi came out horizontally, and with the mysterious body technique, dozens of afterimages flashed quickly within a range of dozens of zhang, swinging the sword around Wu Ming like a doppelganger.

The sword qi criss-crossed, and it turned into a cloud and mist sword net, enveloping Wu Ming, and it was very powerful!

"Hmph!

Wu Ming swept his eyes sideways, exhaled suddenly, and his body surged with fierce energy, and the mountain phantom roared out, and immediately turned into a unicorn phantom, and raised his hooves fiercely.

Boom!

In the piercing sound of Jin Tie, the sword net shattered in response, and a figure rolled back, it was Zhu Mingcheng, who didn't seem to be injured, but was shocked back.

"Green Dragon Probe Claw!"

Wu Ming's eyes were like lightning, and he was a little ruthless under his feet, like an arrow from the string rising into the sky, and slapping down Zhu Mingcheng's chest with a claw.

"Your Cultivation ......"

Zhu Mingcheng only realized at this time that Wu Ming's aura was strange.

But in the face of the fierce palm wind, he instantly blew the rest of the words back into his stomach, and he was so frightened that he couldn't raise his sword to block.

When there was a loud bang, the sword that was not of low grade was obviously bent when it was photographed, and it crashed into Zhu Mingcheng's body, and the sharp energy slashed across the shirt, and it instantly flew away, revealing a pale golden armor under it.

"This is a sect?"

Wu Ming's eyes showed disappointment, but he didn't let him go, and in mid-air, he showed a fierce offensive, using his palms and fists at the same time, swinging out in an instant, directly hitting Zhu Mingcheng's joints, and hitting with a crisp click.

Even if there is a treasure armor body, the terrifying power contained in it penetrates directly into the body, and the severe pain spreads all over the body, and Zhu Mingcheng screams and falls to the ground.

"You ......"

Zhu Mingcheng's eyes were frightened, but his body didn't seem to be his own, he couldn't move at all, but he was more puzzled, why was there such a big gap between Wu Ming's strength and what he knew?

How did he know that Wu Ming had obtained four Heaven and Earth Spiritual Roots, and had already begun to truly refine the Heavenly Mandate, although he had not refined all of them, only refined one in his body, and his cultivation had not increased, but the benefits he could obtain were extremely amazing.

Because what he has refined is the Purple Yang Blood Bodhi that can strengthen his body!

This treasure is calcined by the fire of the life marrow, like the sun all the time, releasing pure blood and qi at the same time, and constantly refining the flesh and sublimating Wu Ming's life level!

This is the true meaning of the Destiny of Heaven, the innate power is already another level!