Feng Chenzi pondered for a while, and tried his best to find the source of this voice, but he also knew that this must be the words from the fortune teller just now. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info only shook his head slowly, smiled indifferently, and said to himself: "Although Poor Dao is not the top master in the world, it is also famous in the world. There are many exchanges between the righteous paths in the world, and there are only a few evil demon outer path monks who have a holiday, but even if they meet the giants in the evil demon outer path on a narrow road, the poor road may not be afraid of them, so how can there be a bloody disaster? ”

flew to the banner of Juxian, and the wind and dust flew down from the gourd.

The Juxian flag is inserted outside the Yuqing Hall of the Kunlun Sect, and a big flag is about 100 zhang high, which is extremely magnificent.

In addition to the Kunlun faction and the Shushan sword faction, there are also many Buddhist masters, who are also gathered in Kunlun. Even some cult masters who rarely had contact with the righteous path monks on weekdays actually put aside their past enmities and gathered in the Kunlun sect at this moment.

Feng Chenzi only swept it with his eyes, and saw several world-shattering people in the evil way, such as the red-haired ancestor, the blood knife daoist, and the soul devouring real person...... When these ordinary cultivators heard this, their faces changed, and when they saw the frightened evil path masters, they gathered in groups in the main hall of the Kunlun Sect, and their murderous aura was unscrupulously released, which was clearly distinguishable from the righteous path monks around them.

However, Li Banxian, who was looking at the fortune teller, was standing at the door of the Yuqing Hall with a long banner in his hand, waving his hand at the monks of the good and evil realms and shouting: "The iron mouth is broken, there is no omission, look at the fortune telling...... After this village, there is no such shop, don't miss the opportunity to pass by, see once and send once, the price is fair, and the child is not bullied; There are also small gifts for Ben Banxian who came early, the quantity is limited, and the goods are cheap and beautiful......"

These words are like a mortal person in the market.

As soon as Chongxu Zhenren came to the Yuqing Palace, he saw a fortune teller shouting loudly and unscrupulously, and immediately asked a disciple under the door, "Who is this person?" ”

The disciple who happened to be asked had seen the three of Fengchenzi at the Kunlun Sect Mountain Gate before, and Xu was afraid that Chongxu Zhenren would reproach him, so he immediately stretched out his hand and pointed to Fengchenzi not far away, and responded loudly: "Tell Uncle Shi, this fortune teller is a friend of Fengchenzi's predecessors......"

Immediately, Feng Chenzi's face turned red.

There are even a lot of righteous monks, who got together to talk about it, only saying that this wind and dust is really a game, and the characters of the three sects and nine streams are all made friends at will, and the next three indiscriminate people such as cats and dogs were also brought to Kunlun by him...... But although Feng Chenzi was embarrassed, he stepped to the fortune teller's side, and arched his hand towards the monks of the Quartet: "Poor Dao does know this gentleman, if you are interested, you might as well count a hexagram." ”

Immediately, there was a burst of laughter around, but no one came to tell the fortune.

Only the fortune teller's face did not change, he smiled slightly, and said in his mouth: "In Xia Sushan, because of the fortune-telling iron mouth god who has no omission, he is called a half-immortal, so he is nicknamed Li half-immortal." If you want to see the marriage in your previous life and the fortune of the eight characters, you might as well come to me and count a hexagram ......"

At this moment, Su Shan has not forgotten to solicit business.

Even if the righteous monk was hindered by the face of the wind and dust, he turned a blind eye to Su Shan's matter. But those masters of the Demon Dao, how could they let a fortune-telling gentleman shout here, and Su Shan was standing lazily in the main hall at the moment, looking like a mortal in the world, and immediately someone shouted to drive him out of the Yuqing Palace. Even Li Wushuang, who was standing alone, felt that Su Shan's style was very unsightly. Although he had to take Su Shan's teaching of the mystical method, Su Shan has now changed his appearance and dressed as a fortune teller, and Li Wushuang has never heard of Su Shan's name, so when he heard Su Shan's name, he felt that he had lost the face of the person surnamed Li.

But after all, Su Shan's surname is Li, and he Li Wushuang is also surnamed Li, just because both of them are surnamed Li, Li Wushuang can't allow others to bully this fortune teller surnamed Li.

This time, when he heard that those evil sect masters were going to expel Su Shan from the Yuqing Palace, he immediately shouted: "This fortune teller may just want to support his family, and he came to Kunlun to send you to see the fortune teller just to eat a meal, and you evil monks are only guests in the Kunlun Sect, what qualifications do you have to drive him away?" ”

The evil path master was full of murderous energy, wearing strange clothes and strange magic weapons, which were clearly distinguishable from the righteous path monks, so Li Wushuang could distinguish them at a glance.

Hum!

When the red-haired ancestor heard Li Wushuang's call, his face changed suddenly, and a crimson flame appeared in his sleeve with a wave of his hand, wrapping Li Wushuang's body, but a sword light suddenly burst out behind Li Wushuang, piercing the flames in the air, as if separating the flowing water, separating the flames of the red-haired ancestor.

"Good boy, I have some ability, and look at my great powers!"

Under the flames, there was a stream of smoke hidden in the flames, but the sound of many insects chirping sounded, and then thousands of golden insects flew out of the firelight, their wings flapping in the fireworks.

Although he shouted loudly to show his great magical powers, in Su Shan's opinion, this was just a flame method, and it was not a magical power.

If it was in the Xuanhuang Great World, just any master of Immortal Venerable cultivation could easily break the red-haired ancestor's supernatural power and beat it to the ground. But now Li Wushuang, who is fighting with the red-haired ancestor, was just a woodcutter chopping wood in the mountains a few days ago, even if he has learned a few martial arts in the world, how can he be the opponent of this red-haired ancestor.

"Wow, yes, yes! You old monster actually want to burn me to death......"

With a strange scream, Li Wushuang knew that he was no match for the red-haired ancestor, but he thought that he had a master's life in his body, and he couldn't die easily, so he shouted loudly and said, "I came to the Kunlun faction today to find my master's mother, you old monster indiscriminately want to bully the fortune teller of my old Li family, even if you die today, you have to give your old monster a few colors to see......"

Under the rage, the roots of the beard on his face stood up, like a halberd.

The bright red flying sword obtained from Su Shan's hand had always been carried by Li Wushuang behind him, and now it was also held in his hand. After all, during the cultivation period, at this critical moment, Li Wushuang forgot the cultivation skills he had just learned, and only held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the person followed the sword and rushed towards the red-haired ancestor.

Thousands of small insect feathers flapped around, as if a golden silkworm had grown wings, enveloping Li Wushuang's body.

The monks of the two realms of good and evil in the Yuqing hall saw the overwhelming golden silkworm insects that the red-haired ancestor had beaten, and their expressions changed greatly, but these monks also had no friendship with Su Shan and the fortune teller, and the Kunlun faction sacrificed the Gathering Immortal Banner only to gather the masters of the good and evil realms to resist the Western barbarians, so they didn't want to offend these evil giants, so they only stood by and watched.

Only Feng Chenzi's temperament is not the same as that of others, so he only put the wine gourd on his waist and patted it lightly in his hand, but when he saw a wine spray from the mouth of the gourd, he wanted to rush away the small insects that were overwhelmingly rolled towards Li Wushuang. The wine swayed in the air, spontaneously combusting without fire, and the temperature was several times higher than the flame in the hands of the red-haired ancestor, but it couldn't hurt the thousands of insects in the air.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Feng Chenzi, you have such a small skill as a carving insect, and you dare to come out to show ugliness? ”

Seeing that the flames turned by the wine flying out of the gourd returned in vain, the red-haired ancestor's expression was very rampant, but he probably forgot that Feng Chenzi was a master of the Shushan Sword Sect, and the most subtle means under his hand should be the sword technique. Now Feng Chenzi heard the red-haired ancestor laughing at him, his expression changed again, he only aimed the gourd in his hand at the red-haired ancestor, and then stretched out two fingers and lightly buckled on the gourd, but he saw two rays of brilliance rushing out of the mouth of the gourd, turning into two flying swords that were four feet long, one up and one on the left and one right, like two dragons, sweeping towards the red-haired ancestor.

These two swords flew out, and the red-haired ancestor's face also changed greatly.

The purple flying sword is called Ziying, and the cyan flying sword is called Qingsuo, which is the two magic weapons that are famous in the Shushan faction, and it is rumored that it was refined by the ancestor of the Shushan faction, Changmei Zhenren, and the two swords can be turned into two dragons, which are extremely powerful. Therefore, after the red-haired ancestor's expression changed suddenly, he didn't dare to hold it up, and a round shield flew out between his sleeves, trying to block the Ziying Sword and the Qingsuo Sword.

But it was said that thousands of golden silkworm insects surrounded Li Wushuang in the main hall, Li Wushuang held a red jade flying sword, left slash and split, and showed a set of swordsmanship, and his whole body was wrapped in sword light, which was very good-looking. But although the red-haired ancestor released insects to fight Li Wushuang, he left a lot of leeway under his hands, as if he felt that killing Li Wushuang, an unknown person, in front of the public would lose the prestige of his red-haired ancestor, so he had been playing with Li Wushuang, neither using the poisonous insect golden silkworm to bite Li Wushuang, nor controlling the golden silkworm to collide with the sword blade in Li Wushuang's hands, only turning him around.

After performing a set of swordsmanship three or five times in a row, Li Wushuang's anger in his heart disappeared a lot, and he knew that the red-haired ancestor was playing with him, so he immediately stood with his sword in his hand and glared at the red-haired ancestor fiercely.

Jingle ......

The purple and green swords kept hitting the red-haired ancestor's round shield, and they only hit back and forth three or five times, and then they poked the round shield that the red-haired ancestor hit into pieces. Originally, there was a bright yellow and clear brilliance from the round shield, but at this moment the brilliance disappeared, and the fragments of the round shield were scattered on the ground, becoming a piece of scrap metal.

The red-haired ancestor saw that the round shield was destroyed, and his heart was full of anger, and the previous intention of playing Li Wushuang had dissipated, and he burst into a shout, knowing that fighting with Fengchenzi for life and death might not be able to gain much benefit, so he wanted to sprinkle all his anger on Li Wushuang, but when he saw thousands of golden silkworm insects gathering again, the hall was full of murderous opportunities.

The insect tide rolled into a cloud of mist, covering the sky.

"I'm afraid I'm going to die in the hands of this old monster, don't you run fast as a fortune teller, do you have to wait for death in the Kunlun faction?"

With a shout in his mouth, Li Wushuang raised the red flying sword in his hand, and at this time he still had the leisure to beckon Su Shan to flee from this place, which could be regarded as affectionate and righteous. It's a pity that now the red-haired ancestor wants to kill him, and thousands of golden silkworm poisonous insects are displayed, and Li Wushuang can't fight the red-haired ancestor horizontally and vertically, and he can't escape death anyway.

At the time of crisis, Li Wushuang was much calmer than before.

At this moment, he no longer showed any ordinary martial arts routines and swordsmanship, only threw the red flying sword in his hand in front of him, and put his hands on his chest to perform the Dao Imperial Sword Technique, but seeing that above the red sword blade, there was a buzzing sound of the sword blade, and the bright red sword qi was full of brilliance, illuminating the entire Kunlun Sect Yuqing Hall with golden brilliance, which was as red as blood!

Bang dang! Bang dang!

Two voices suddenly remembered in the main hall.

When the red sword blades of the Qingsuo Sword and the Ziying Sword rang out in Li Wu's hands, the two swords were affected by the sharp sword qi of the sword roar, and they seemed to be no longer controlled by the wind and dust, and they fell from mid-air and fell to the ground. The blades of the twin swords trembled continuously, and it was only after Feng Chenzi played a trick again that the two swords flew into the gourd in his hand.

Ten thousand sword blades bloomed from Li Wu's hands.

Then the sword blade was bright, like ten thousand starlights hanging in the night sky, and the golden silkworm poisonous insects that were wrapped around Li Wushuang that were about to bite him were only affected by the sword qi, as if they had lost their vitality in their bodies. The body of the poisonous insect golden silkworm, which was comparable to gold steel, turned into bursts of dust, and the light wind that came out with the sword qi fluttered in the main hall.

The red-haired ancestor is famous all over the world, and he relies on these golden silkworm Gu in his hands.

Many years ago, this person obtained an ancient six-winged golden silkworm in the 100,000 mountains in Yunnan, and then used this golden silkworm as the mother to breed thousands of golden silkworm poisonous insects, which fly extremely fast, comparable to the ordinary Xuan-level flying sword magic weapon, and extremely hard, if the ordinary righteous path master fights with it, he is afraid of the six-winged golden silkworm under this person's hand.

But now the six-winged golden silkworm in the hands of the red-haired ancestor that shocked the world was wiped out under Li Wu's hands like this, although the mother worm was still hidden in the hands of the red-haired ancestor intact, but these thousands of golden silkworms were all gone, and the red-haired ancestor had to take hundreds of years to re-cultivate, so how could he not be angry?

The eyebrows that grew into the golden silkworm were almost twisted into a ball, and the eyes seemed to be about to erupt flames, and the red-haired ancestor waved his sleeves to put away the remaining golden silkworm Gu, and shouted: "The vertical son has ruined the treasure of the ancestor, and the ancestor will catch you and feed the golden silkworm today!" Let you suffer from the pain of ten thousand insects devouring bones**, and you can't die if you can't survive! ”

As the red-haired ancestor spoke, suddenly seven shadows erupted from the red-haired ancestor's mouth.

At this moment, Li Wushuang heard the red-haired ancestor shouting loudly, and he was about to scold him a few times, but suddenly saw seven black shadows erupting from the red-haired ancestor's mouth, and secretly screamed in his heart, he already knew that the red-haired ancestor was plotting against him. Originally, he wanted to dodge the seven shadows that flew quickly, but he had not been practicing for a long time, and how could the flying speed compare to the seven black shadows that the red-haired ancestor used to sneak attack, and only the last thought was running in his heart: "I'm going to die!" ”

At this moment, a word suddenly reached Li Wushuang's ears, his tone entered the knife, his voice seemed to be thunder, and he roared, and said: "This half-immortal came to the Kunlun faction today to see the fortune calculation, but there is no business to come to the door. Just now, this red-haired ancestor wanted to embarrass this half-immortal, and this half-immortal could only reluctantly count a hexagram for him, but this hexagram showed that the red-haired ancestor saw blood light between breaths, and he would meet the disaster of blood light, which was a great evil, and I would like you to testify and see if this half-immortal is right or not......"

This voice came out of the will.

When these words rang out, it happened that the seven black shadows cast by the red-haired ancestor had already reached Li Wushuang's chest.