"Senior, according to the usual practice, the next step is to report to the deacon of Yanluo Pavilion. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Ogi said in a low voice.

Looking at the courtyard next to him, Lin Feng nodded and said lightly: "You just treat me as an ordinary monk, don't show your feet." ”

Ogi glanced at Lin Feng, and then said respectfully: "Yes, senior!" ”

Lin Feng frowned and said, "Since that's the case, then don't call me senior, you call me...... Mu Feng! ”

For some reason, thinking of Mu Feng, who had died in his hands, Lin Feng said.

"Yes! Former...... Chaufflers. Ogi said.

"Remember, don't show your feet."

Ogi walked ahead, Lin Feng was half a step behind, and his eyes did not squint.

Just looking at Ogi's respectful appearance, even if he walked in front of him, he unconsciously bowed his body slightly, which made Lin Feng's brows furrow slightly, but he didn't say anything after all.

Deacon Yanluo Pavilion is not far from here, only seven or eight miles away.

After a dozen breaths, he was already in front of a small courtyard.

There are constantly monks coming in and out of the surroundings, and when it comes to cultivation, most of them are about the third or fourth grade of Ning Yuan, and there are many of them of five or six grades of Ning Yuan.

In the middle of this, a monk of the second grade of Ning Yuan suddenly appeared, and a young man who couldn't see his cultivation, which was particularly eye-catching.

A few monks next to him, after a little surprised, they didn't pay attention to it, after all, there are many small sects, and there is only one Ning Yuan period monk in the whole sect, which is not uncommon.

Ogi took a deep breath, put on a flattering smile on his face, and walked into the courtyard.

The courtyard is deep, with the unique mist of smoke and smoke in the Yanluo Pavilion, as if you have come to the land of the Immortal Palace, but here, it is indeed a demon sect, and the people who come and go are also demon monks.

However, Lin Feng was not surprised, the Demon Dao cultivator was only called a demon because he was radical in his cultivation and did what he wanted, did not manage the Fa, and did not care about the rules.

It's not that demonic monks have to live in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

In the previous life, those great traitors who committed heinous crimes, or the leaders of the underworld, who didn't like to live in a better place, living in a villa and manor? Which one likes to live among the corpses all day?

Demons kill people just to get more resources and make their cultivation go further.

"This Yan Luo Pavilion deacon has always liked to be quiet, and when the time comes, you will follow me, and everything will be left to me."

As he walked to the door, Ogi suddenly whispered.

Lin Feng nodded, but he was a little impatient in his heart, he was not a three-year-old child, and he needed to be taught everything.

Facing the gate, is a futon, on which there is a faint treasure light, smelling, more fragrant, the author of the futon is an old man.

Dressed in cyan clothes, the cuffs are embroidered with five moirés, the lips are thin, the eyebrows are delicate, and the appearance is slightly mean, but the eyes have a terrifying light.

It gives a sense of majesty.

At this time, in front of the middle-aged man, there were two monks, one wearing a bright red robe, with a majestic face, but with a flattering look.

And beside him, this was a middle-aged man who was a little thin, Lin Feng was faintly visible, and there was blood light on his body, which wrapped his whole person in it.

There was also a faint fishy sweet smell emanating from his body.

Lin Feng's eyes narrowed, this kind of exercise was very similar to after the blood sea achievement!

After Lin Feng entered the Qingyun Sect, he had been practicing in the Blood Sea of Slaughtering Peak, and he naturally knew the most about the Blood Sea Exercises.

He was silent and continued to look at the middle-aged man, but it was a pity that the divine sense probe was easy to arouse the alarm of others and cause unnecessary incidents.

Otherwise, with a sweep of his divine sense, even if he can't see his cultivation, just by looking at his Yuan Power flow, you can know if he is a Blood Sea Cultivator.

After all, the unique Yuan Force of the Blood Sea Gong, Lin Feng will never forget it.

And just when Lin Feng looked at the middle-aged man.

The red-robed monk had already turned around, and when he saw the embarrassed Ogima, the red-robed monk had some surprise on his face, and sneered: "It turned out to be the Sect Master of Ogi, why are you here this time?" Could it be that your Demon Tai Sect, apart from you, there is no Ning Yuan Monk anymore? ”

After a pause, he said, "Tsk, it's a pity, if you can come back alive this time, you can come to my Dark Moon Sect." ”

Ogi's face was embarrassed, and he didn't answer, but lowered his head and smiled.

At this time, Lin Feng had already looked away from the middle-aged man's body.

Lin Feng had already determined that this person was indeed a Blood Sea Cultivator, but he didn't know, what was he here for now?

Could it be the Qingyun Sect?

Lin Feng squinted his eyes and thought slowly.

At this time, the red-robed old man had already snorted coldly and walked away from Ogi's side towards the outside of the courtyard.

It's just that when the middle-aged man passed by Lin Feng's side, his pupils shrank slightly, and then he took a deep look and followed the red-robed monk away.

"What's wrong? Mr. Wang? The red-robed monk asked,

"That person, it doesn't seem to be simple, I just released a wisp of blood, although he didn't notice it, but it was just an instinctive momentum, and he crushed my wisp of blood, I'm afraid that it is cultivation, not lower than you and me." The thin middle-aged man sighed.

"What!" The red-robed monk glanced back at Lin Feng and said, "What should I do?" There is such a cultivator here, it is impossible for the Demon Tai Sect to find such a strong person, is it related to our plan? ”

The thin middle-aged man shook his head and said: "The cause of this matter is not known before, so let's look at it for the time being, don't act rashly, but you can find a familiar sect and give him a try!" ”

Looking at the backs of the two of them, slowly disappearing, Lin Feng turned his head, his eyes narrowed, and he casually waved away the subtle blood in the air, not speaking.

Di Woe, but he had already gone straight inside, bowed down and said, "Deacon Xu, the sect master of the Lower Demon Tai Sect, come to meet the upper sect!" ”

Deacon Xu just glanced at him lightly and said, "Name, cultivation." ”

Looking at the five cloud patterns on Deacon Xu's cuffs, Lin Feng understood that this was a monk of the five grades of Ning Yuan.

Hearing the question at this time, he stepped forward and said, "Mu Feng, Ning Yuan Wupin." ”

Deacon Xu glanced at Lin Feng at this time, and found that his whole body was shrouded in a layer of faint smoke, and when he couldn't see his cultivation clearly, he was slightly stunned: "I didn't expect that there was a cultivator of the Fifth Rank of Ning Yuan in the Demon Tai Sect." ”

With an inexplicable smile on his face, he then took out a jade plate and "stretched out his hand." ”

Ning Yuan's five grades were already comparable to his cultivation, and according to common sense, he naturally couldn't distinguish Lin Feng's cultivation, so he borrowed the auxiliary element.

Lin Feng smiled, stretched out his hand and pressed it, and then felt a cool breath and swam into the dantian.

Lin Feng's Yuan Vein, although it was broken, was still cultivating to Yuan Li.

It's just that he is limited by the Yuan Vein, and the huge Yuan Force in his body cannot be used, so he can only shrink into the dantian.

(To be continued.) )