Boom!

Ling Tian's dragon claws collided violently with the phantom of the giant monument, and in the roaring bursts, the fierce energy surged wantonly, stirring up rolling flying sand and stones, and the grass and trees on both sides of the mountain road flew and folded.

Pedal!

The two figures retreated in unison, trampling on the rocky ground like a drum, followed by a loud roar, entangled like lightning, and the fierce and domineering moves continued to change under the hands of the two, stirring up bursts of roar.

A secret sect of the Iron Tablet Gate, a congenital realm, with the Iron Tablet Pavilion peerless Zhenyuan stele opener, between gestures, there is a tendency to open the stele and crack the stone!

An artistic conception of Tianjiao, both internal and external, strong and fierce palms, but with the unparalleled fighting instinct, the battle with half a catty and eight taels!

After a hundred and ten moves, it was a dead end!

"This son is so fierce in the general trend of martial arts, he actually resisted the momentum of Qi Shi's nephew's five qi fusion Zhenyuan to open the monument!"

In a large hall in the depths of the clouds, seven or eight men, women, and children with different expressions looked at the formation light curtain in front of them, all of them looking at each other.

"This martial arts master is extremely majestic, and it is no longer something that ordinary innate forces can suppress, but I didn't expect that even Zhenyuan's momentum could not pose a threat. ”

A middle-aged Taoist priest in a Taoist robe exclaimed.

"Looking at the momentum of this son, there is the intention of moving forward bravely, building bridges in the water, and opening the mountains when encountering mountains, I am afraid that the nephew of Qi will be defeated sooner or later!"

Another glamorous Taoist aunt was worried.

"Hey, what has this little prince done since he returned to Beijing, which one has not become more and more frustrated? Zhenyuan's momentum can't be suppressed, and Master Qi's nephew has already been defeated!"

A white-haired old man next to him smiled bitterly, it was Qu Tianlin, the elder of Fengxiaomen!

"Even if my Qi master and nephew are defeated, they will make sacrifices for those who are preparing for war later!"

Another burly old man with a dark face.

"Brother Qiu, don't blame!"

Qu Tianlin laughed.

This old man was dressed in an iron-gray power suit, which was the costume of the elder of the Iron Tablet Pavilion, named Qiu Tieping.

"Senior brother, don't be annoyed, Biyunguan and Fengxiaomen are all colleagues, there is no malice!"

On his side, an old man who seemed to be the old man next door said lightly, and let the grumpy Iron Tablet Pavilion elder hold back his temper.

"Brother Yu Qiong said yes!"

Everyone present seemed to respect the old man very much, and they all bowed their heads and expressed their attitudes.

It turned out that this old man was the Great Elder of the Iron Tablet Pavilion!

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid, after the defeat of Master Qi's nephew, those juniors are not his opponents, this son is here with the general trend, and the plot is not small!"

Someone spoke again, causing everyone to nod their heads in disapproval.

Cultivating to the point where they are, although they can't get inspiration from the whim, they can also vaguely feel some clues.

Wu Ming came violently, making it clear that he didn't want to give up, and he couldn't be good!

Yu Qiong didn't speak, but looked at the crowd, a Taoist aunt in her early twenties with thick eyebrows like a sword, it was Miaozhen!

"Qi Luan is defeated!"

Miao Zhen glanced at the curtain and said lightly.

Everyone's expressions were stunned, and their eyes were shocked, as if they didn't expect Qi Luan to be defeated so quickly.

I saw that on the light curtain, the figure flashed, Qi Luan covered his right arm, vomited blood and fell into the dust, his stunned look, and the hearts and livers of the elders who were stabbed were all painful.

"His strength has grown again, and he should have gained a lot in the spirit realm!"

Miao Zhen sighed.

The old man's expression tightened, and his temples jumped suddenly, and he was incredible.

Generally speaking, the foundation of a martial artist is extremely important, and many genius martial artists are not prominent before the innate nature, but after breaking through the innate nature, some people even make a leap forward breakthrough.

This is related to the improvement of the innate level of life, closer to heaven and earth, and perception is much more important than penance, so there is the theory of laying the foundation of artistic conception.

But how long has Wu Ming been working now?

More than a month ago, it was a little reluctant to defeat Zhou Yong, and now even the sects are not opponents, although they are human-level sects, they are confident that they will never lose the true inheritance of the earth-grade sect.

The only possibility is to open the life trick on the basis of refining the five-colored fire orchid to refine the destiny!

"Impossible, right? With the background of King Wu's mansion, how can he open the sixth trick?"

An old man said with difficulty.

"Don't forget that one!"

Another old way, quiet road.

The old man's face was dark, and he couldn't open any pot to mention which pot, but since he provoked Wu Ming, he couldn't erase that one!

"After all, this matter is the fault of our sect first, and I also ask Master Miaozhen and nephew to mediate one or two from it!"

Yu Qiong was silent for a long time, but bowed.

"Seniors don't have to be like this!"

Miao Zhen didn't dare to accept the courtesy, and said with a wry smile, "I'm afraid he won't!"

Everyone was helpless and annoyed, helpless because the door was not clean, annoyed that Wu Ming deceived people too much, and felt even more tricky, after all, there was a death!

"Is there no way around it?"

Letting them bow their heads to a martial artist is really more uncomfortable than killing them, and they really can't afford to lose this face.

"Poor Dao will ask him for favors!"

Miao Zhen was silent for a long time.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then their faces were happy, but most of them were bitter.

These words have three meanings, Miao Zhen took on this matter and owed favors, people with such qualifications would never make promises easily, this is the rhythm of carrying the blame for the three major sects.

Second, they are also dissatisfied with the three major sects, in fact, they have done too much, so that things cannot be eased.

Thirdly, if it is said to be begging, it is full of unconfidence, Wu Ming may not be willing to give up!

As he spoke, the situation in the light curtain changed again, and the person who was fighting with him was a young Taoist girl wearing a moonlight robe, with her sleeves swollen like a cloud, and the wind was light and light between the waves, and she was as chic as a fairy.

This woman and Wu Ming have already passed a hundred moves, different from the previous battle, this woman chose to fight, at this time she seems to be at ease, so that the old people look at it and show some hope.

Only Miaozhen and Yu Qiong shook their heads secretly.

"Liuyun iron sleeves, soft and rigid, the nephew of the dust condensation master has already obtained three flavors, maybe ......"

Qu Tianlin shook his head and commented, and everyone who said it showed hope on their faces, and suddenly stiffened on the spot.

I saw two figures, Wu Ming held a robe, and suddenly saw that the dust Ning Daogu showed half of the white lotus like a jade arm, and retreated with a blushing face.

"This ...... Do you want to fight?"

The crowd hesitated and didn't know what to do.

"Hit!"

Miao Zhen stared at Wu Ming, who was walking up the stairs, and said loudly, "He wants to borrow the three Tianjiao sects to temper the true intent of martial arts, unite his mind and mind, break through the innate nature, and give him this opportunity!"

"What?"

The elders changed color, instinctively disbelieving, and feeling angry, this is the three sects of Tianjiao as a stepping stone?

It's not that he doubts Miaozhen's vision, it's really incredible, Wu Ming's behavior can be called unseen and bold!

"This son has an extraordinary mind, if he doesn't have the courage to cover the sky, how can he achieve innate? Since he has this heart, why not achieve one or two?"

Yu Qiong is cunning and cunning, obviously trying to send a personal favor with this.

Miao Zhen shook her head imperceptibly, it's all on this, don't you know, it's difficult to ride a tiger?

Wu Ming came with the general trend, how can he say that if he doesn't fight, he won't fight?

Soon, another young Taoist priest came out to fight, making a superb swordsmanship, which was also a mastery of Biyun Guan - Biyun Youxian Sword!

This swordsmanship is flowing and flowing, such as ethereal clouds and mist, smart and magnificent, light and powerful, in that young Taoist priest came, it is really like a sword fairy who travels the world, chic and handsome, out of the dust.

But when Wu Mingshi showed the peak of the dragon step, with the green dragon probe claw and other fierce mastery, although the clouds and mist could cover the real dragon's body, it still couldn't stop the real dragon's body.

After barely supporting three hundred moves, he was knocked out of the sword and retreated in embarrassment.

The elders looked lost their souls, and the three major sects, even the youngest ones, were still the killer weapons carefully cultivated by the two major sects, and they were defeated like this!

Moreover, he still lost as a stepping stone, and if he didn't see it with his own eyes, no one would believe it!

"Let the three of them go together!"

Just when the elders were about to discuss how to deal with Wu Ming who went up the mountain, Miao Zhen suddenly said.

The elders almost scolded their mother, if it weren't for Miaozhen's extraordinary identity, I am afraid that someone would have lost his temper and foul language on the spot.

"If you want to fulfill him, you must fulfill it to the end! He has anger in his heart, and if he is not angry, it will be very difficult to do this. ”

Miao Zhen said lightly.

......

"Not enough!"

At the same time, Wu Ming looked up at the misty sky of clouds and mountains, sighed again, and then his eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth were like a smile, and his eyes stepped forward firmly.

On the wide martial arts platform halfway up the mountainside, three young heroes with complicated expressions looked at Wu Ming who came step by step, with anger, helplessness, amazement, humiliation, and so on.

Once upon a time, as the sons of the sect, they all thought that even if they were not invincible at the same level, at least they had few opponents, but they never thought that they would be defeated in the hands of an artistic conception martial artist.

What makes it even more difficult for them to accept is that they still have to join forces, but the teacher's fate is difficult to disobey, even if they are proud, they must respond.

"There is a master in Biyun Temple, could it be that Qingdu Guan Miaozhen?"

Wu Ming smiled lightly, his eyes were unwavering, but there was indescribable firmness in the depths, "However, even if I see it through, what if I see it through?

Rumble!

As soon as he thought of this, Wu Ming's momentum suddenly changed, like a volcanic eruption, spanning thousands of miles, like waves crashing on the shore, unchanged for eternity, like a divine soldier out of the sheath, cutting through the sky!

The three sect sons looked stunned, but out of pride, no one had half a step back, released their own breath, and collided with the surging and ever-increasing general trend!

To the surprise of the elders who were watching, the three major sects who had high hopes were half a step back in an instant, although they persevered, they did not rely on the martial arts realm, but with cultivation, and they held on!

Although the general trend of cultivation is different, the combination of the three is not a simple one plus one, it can only show that Wu Ming's own martial arts cultivation realm is far above the three of them.

Miao Zhenmei's eyes flashed with brilliance, and she sat up straight slightly.

"Please advise!"

Wu Ming bowed his hand, the clouds were light and the wind was light, as if there was no pressure.

"Please!"

The three of them glanced at each other and chose to take the lead.

At this moment, no one can retreat, this is a battle of honor, not only about the sect, but also about itself, there is no room for luck, and to make a move is to go all out!

In an instant, the giant monument was in the sky, the clouds were surging, and the sword light was vertical and horizontal, drowning Wu Ming's thin figure!