Everyone was shocked by Chen Heng's words, is anyone still speaking in this tone now?

"I don't know what the seniors call them?" Chen Heng saluted, staring at Daochang Zhang with burning eyes.

"Poor Dao's surname is Zhang, just call me Zhang Daochang." Zhang Daochang was a little embarrassed, and the good Dao conference was disrupted by this afterlife that came out of nowhere.

"Oh?" Chen Heng raised his eyebrows suspiciously, "Daochang Zhang hasn't given up his mundane surname yet?" ”

Hearing this, the people eating melons at the bottom were even more confused, this is a neuropathy.

"Forget it, these are all trivial things, junior Qinghua, come to ask for advice!" After saying that, Chen Heng raised his sword finger, and the pitch-black long sword behind him rose in response, surrounding Chen Heng.

"Mozhu!"

"This!" All the people who ate melons, including Zhang Daochang and a few others, were taken aback.

"Lao Zhang! Is this the show you scheduled? Hong Daochang didn't care about anything else at this time, so he leaned into Zhang Daochang's ear and whispered, "Where did you find such a powerful special effects actor?" ”

"I, I don't know him!" Zhang Daochang was also a little panicked at this time, "This, this seems to be the art of the sword!" ”

"But aren't those legends?"

Chen Heng frowned when he saw that Daochang Chen was slow to come out of his sword, and aimed the tip of his sword at Daochang Chen.

"Do you think the kid doesn't deserve your sword to come out?" As Chen Heng spoke, the ink bamboo sword beside him kept humming.

At this time, someone finally made the right choice, took out his mobile phone and aimed it at Chen Heng in mid-air and started shooting.

"No, this little friend..."Zhang Daochang saw that Chen Heng had already aimed his sword at him, and he couldn't help but shed a few drops of cold sweat on his head.

Judging from the cold light from the blade, this is obviously a real guy!

"It's useless to talk too much! Seniors take over! Chen Heng interrupted Daochang Zhang's words, and the Mozhu Sword turned into a pitch-black meteor and stabbed at Daochang Zhang.

"Ahh Many of the onlookers let out piercing screams, as if Zhang Daochang was going to say goodbye to his skull in the next second.

It was naturally impossible for the elderly Zhang Daochang to dodge this sword, so he closed his eyes almost as if he was resigned to his fate and began to wait for death.

When the expected pain did not hit, Zhang Daochang opened his eyes, only to see that the tip of the Mozhu Sword was only a fraction of a millimeter away from his eyes.

Zhang Daochang collapsed to the ground as if he had lost his strength, if it weren't for the last reason that restrained him, it is estimated that he would have peed his pants at this time.

"Old, old Zhang." Hong Daochang sweated like rain, trembling like chaff, and his fingers trembled and pointed behind Zhang Daochang.

Zhang Daochang looked at Hong Daochang's fingers, and a sword mark that was one meter deep and didn't know how long was behind him.

All this is so real, Zhang Daochang looked at Chen Heng tremblingly.

"Is it true that as Master said, the mortal Dao system has fallen to such a point?" Chen Heng shook his head and put away the ink bamboo sword while sighing.

"The juniors are offended, please forgive the seniors." Chen Heng arched his hand, turned around and stepped on the ink bamboo sword, turning into a sword light and going away.

"Sword Immortal!" It was quiet for some time, and a chant broke the silence.

In an instant, everyone present was boiling, discussing the sword that Chen Heng had just swung.

"Lao Zhang." Hong Daochang picked Zhang Daochang up from the ground, "Do you say this is true?" ”

Hearing this, Daochang Zhang finally reacted, and his eyes widened.

"I'm just an old shit!" Zhang Daochang seemed to have collapsed suddenly, and hammered the table next to him hard.

"My old Zhang has been immersed in Taoist exercises all his life, but he has not been able to save it all his life, and he has not practiced any ghost hair, except that he is a little older than ordinary people!"

"But isn't that blue and white Daoist just now the appearance of the sword fairy I fantasized about, how could I let such a good opportunity slip away from me!"

"I'm an old shit!" While speaking, Zhang Daochang shed two lines of tears.

But before Zhang Daochang could recover from his regrets, an extremely cold aura began to permeate.

"Why is it so cold?" One tourist rubbed his arm, which was covered with goosebumps.

"Why is it so cold all of a sudden in the summer?" Hong Daochang also thought it was strange, there was no air conditioning outside.

Suddenly, a scream came from the back of the crowd, and a female tourist trembled and pointed to the hill not far away.

Billowing black smoke was rising from the mountain, and the black smoke slowly gathered and turned into a huge monster with no facial features.

The silent roar came into everyone's minds, and most of the tourists fell at once.

They all lost control as soon as their legs went weak, but a few tourists with mobile phones in their hands were still standing in place.

"So, what's that!" A series of stimuli had seriously changed Hong Daochang's worldview, and he shook Zhang Daochang beside him with a sharp voice.

Zhang Daochang looked at the black monster that was getting closer and closer to them with a dull gaze, but his body was like rust, and he couldn't even make a sound.

The monster soon came to the top of the conference, and the black wind swept away, and all the tourists who were touched by the black wind turned into white bones.

Everyone stared blankly at the huge black monster in the air, and they didn't even have the courage to escape.

Just when everyone was already desperate, our extras Yan Fu stood up.

"Brute! Kill innocent creatures, be punished! With that, Yan Fu took out the letter weapon he had prepared for several days from behind him.

An iron fan.

With a bang, the iron fan opened, and the conscious people all moved their eyes to Yan Fu's body.

"Isn't this the little fat man who couldn't say anything at the previous Dao Conference?" Ignoring the fear and collapse in his heart, Daoist Hong looked at Yan Fu, who was confronting the black monster in mid-air.

"The Green Dragon of the East!" With a wave of the iron fan in Yan Fu's hand, a turquoise green dragon wrapped around Yan Fu's body.

"This, what is this!" Zhang Daochang also resumed his action at this time, and looked at the little fat man who couldn't say anything just now with wide eyes.

"White Tiger of the West!" A resounding beast roar came out, and a snow-white tiger lay on Yan Fu's left.

"Suzaku of the South!" With a crisp phoenix chirping, a big bird covered in fiery red appeared above Yan Fu's head.

"Northern Xuanwu!" As Yan Fu's iron fan swung out again, the ground slowly turned into a pool, and a turtle covered in pitch black with a long snake coiled on his body appeared behind Yan Fu.

"That's the Four Elephants Holy Beast!" Zhang Daochang almost jumped up from his chair, and his fingers trembled and pointed at Yan Fu, who was surrounded by the Four Elephant Holy Beasts.

"I knew it! I knew it! Zhang Daochang completely abandoned his fear at this time, and looked up to the sky and laughed, "The things left by the ancestors are real!" ”