The Elder Pavilion is one of the three factions of Fufeng.

The gate court was 130 years ago, stood in Fufeng Zhongzhou outside the city of 370 miles, on the long green mountain, although not very high, but quite beautiful, there is a deep stream more than ten miles away after the mountain, which gathers vitality, grows all kinds of rare and exotic grass, is the treasure land that the ancient doctors can not seek.

On the top of the mountain, famous craftsmen in the city were invited to build large and small buildings according to the terrain, which were scattered and distributed.

Although it is many, it does not appear to be chaotic at all, but there is a sense of nature of the avenue, which makes people feel refreshed and happy, above the main peak of the mountain range, it is the main hall of the sect, it is more than ten zhang high, and it is magnificent.

On the plaque, there are four words written on it.

But at this time, in this hall, the atmosphere is extremely depressing, making people want to go crazy, without any sense of purity.

Mei Feng stood in the main hall, under the plaque in the main hall, there was a portrait of the grandfather, and a middle-aged man was sitting in front of the portrait, with hosta hair tied up, two strands of black hair hanging from his sideburns, and his temperament was gentle and elegant, and he was raising his hand to drink tea.

He looks like he is only thirty or forty years old, and only a few people know that this pavilion master has already passed sixty years old, but because of his advanced cultivation, and the martial arts of the Immortal Pavilion come from Taoism, and he also has the effect of blending medicine, which has the effect of rejuvenating the face, he looks extremely young.

From the top of the left and right, each sat five, there were men and women, the young ones were about the same age as Mei Feng.

And the old man is even older than Zhao Guang, his beard is white, and he already has a faint age spot on his face, but he has a pair of eyes, which are clean and clear, and his internal skills are obviously extremely good.

The man at the head took a sip of tea, gently put the cup in his hand aside, did not look at Mei Feng, and only said lightly:

"In other words, you didn't make a move, but just watched Elder Zhao be killed?"

This voice was extremely plain and casual, but it made Mei Feng's heart chuckle, and the whole person seemed to be exposed to the scorching sun.

The huge oppressive force crushed down towards him, and there was a small clicking sound in his body, his face turned pale for a moment, knowing that the biggest test of this trip was coming, he gritted his teeth and raised his hand to salute, and said:

"Pavilion Master Mingjian."

"The reason why my subordinates are like this is not because they are greedy for life and afraid of death, but because they are all thinking about my old age!"

An old man on the left laughed angrily and said:

"Heh, then you didn't save Brother Zhao, or did you have a merit to the sect?!"

Mei Feng straightened up and said:

"Exactly!"

The old man couldn't help but slap the arm of the chair heavily, and in the midst of the uproar, he stood up and said angrily:

"That's a fart!"

The head of the pavilion raised his eyes and glanced at it, and said lightly:

"Ninth Elder, you have lost your temper."

As if a basin of ice water was poured on his head, the anger in the old man's heart instantly dissipated a lot, he gasped a few times, snorted angrily, sat back on his seat with his sleeves, raised his hand and grabbed the tea cup next to him, poured it into his mouth, and no longer spoke, but there was still anger in his eyes.

He is similar in age to Zhao Guang, and the time for the two to get started is about the same, it can be said that since they entered the rivers and lakes as a teenager, they have supported each other, until now, after a lot of killing dangers, the depth of the relationship, not inferior to their biological brothers, is a gaffe.

The pavilion master looked at Mei Feng and said lightly:

"Go on."

Mei Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, knowing that he would not be in much danger this time, as soon as the sect was large, there would be all kinds of problems, and this time his vitality was in the Immortal Pavilion, where many factions were in the turmoil.

First, the treatment of the top ten elders in the Immortal Pavilion is completely different from that of others, and if a seat is vacated at this time, it is a real advantage.

Second, the dead Zhao Guang is the old man of the pavilion, and he has never dealt with the pavilion master.

At this time, Mei Feng's heart was stable, so he was much calmer, raised his hand and bowed to the head of the pavilion again, and said:

"Pavilion Master, as well as the elders, think about it, I am only more than forty years old, whether it is martial arts or medical skills, I am far from being the opponent of the Seventh Elder, even the Seventh Elder was killed by that person's knife, how can I avenge Elder Zhao?"

"If you move forward recklessly, you just take the next life in vain, and the next life is naturally not worth mentioning, but my old pavilion will lose two sixth-grade martial artists one after another because of this matter, at this critical juncture, wouldn't it be a heavy blow?"

"Second, if he dies in the lower body, no one will inform the elders of this news, and if he suddenly attacks and is unprepared, I am afraid that we will suffer heavy losses again."

"Even if Elder Zhao was killed, he was angry and angry in his heart, but he was planning for me! For the Elders! endure humiliation and steal life, and leave a useful body to make up for the merits. ”

"At this time, since you are suspicious, then Mei Mou would not have died with his will, and he would have died innocently."

Before the voice fell, he rushed directly towards the guards behind, and snatched the weapon in his hand from the splitter.

Then he raised his hand violently and slashed towards his neck, so shocked that many elders subconsciously stood up before he made a move.

At this time, seeing that his actions were so strong, he was shocked in his heart, but they were all six-rank martial artists, even if their internal strength was profound, it was too late to stop it.

Just as Mei Feng was about to bleed here, his wrist suddenly froze, and the long sword in his hand was thrown out and fell to the ground, roaring.

An object is embedded directly in the red pillar behind it.

Everyone looked at it, but it was an ordinary cup lid, and after forcibly interrupting the movements of a six-rank martial artist, it could still pierce into the thousand-year-old ironwood, and the fragile porcelain cup was not damaged in the slightest.

Such a weight-lifting method is only one person in the entire hall.

The head of the pavilion raised his hand and took a sip of tea, and said lightly:

"If you say that you can keep a useful body, why should you kill yourself at this time?"

"Don't mess around."

Mei Feng breathed a sigh of relief and bowed down to the pavilion master:

"The subordinates know their mistakes, and ask the cabinet master to forgive them."

The pavilion master waved his hand casually and said, "You go down first, I went out this time, I was also a little frightened, rest for a day, go to the law enforcement hall, and tell the origin of the incident as it is." ”

Mei Feng bowed and said:

"Yes."

"Then, the subordinates will retire."

He took a few steps back before turning around and striding out.

The winter sun scattered down and fell on Mei Feng's body, and he didn't realize that he had a cold sweat on his back, sticky and extremely uncomfortable.

In the lobby behind him, many elders discussed how to deal with this matter, and they did not deliberately hide it from Mei Feng, the latter was about six grades, even if they didn't deliberately listen to it, those voices were all in their ears.

Everyone was ready to send four or five masters, ready to restrain the strange poison, and directly surround and kill the warrior.

But whether it is the Nine Elders, who have a very good relationship with Zhao Guang, or other masters with different factions, there is one thing that is tacit.

The martial artist who killed Zhao Guang must have hidden his traces at this time, and it is not easy to find it.

It is necessary to send disciples to carry out activities everywhere, try to suppress the limelight of this matter, and maintain the reputation of the sect.

In fact, even Mei Feng himself thinks so, no matter how strong his martial arts are, at most they are only close to the level of the fifth grade.

In the face of a special sect like the Immortal Pavilion that has multiple six-grade masters, and is very good at the next level, the best reaction is to hide the tracks.

Unless, he's a madman.

Mei Feng exhaled a breath of turbidity, restrained the divergent thoughts in his mind, and stretched his muscles and bones slightly.

In the past two days, the pressure has been too great, and I have escaped death several times, both physically and mentally, and I have been exhausted.

It's time to take a good rest.

At this moment, in the sky, there was a sudden terrible sound of birdsong, like a sharp blade brushing against the armor, and the sharp sound made the scalp tingle and the heart felt uncomfortable.

Mei Feng's softened face stiffened, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look.

In the midst of the heavy clouds and mist, a rather dexterous bird flew out, with blood-colored wings, extremely fast, like a blood arrow piercing the sky, in the blink of an eye, it had already swept a distance of nearly 100 zhang, grazed Mei Feng's shoulder, and flew into the main hall.

Mei Feng's pupils contracted.

Only at the moment when the bird passed him, with the eyes of the sixth-rank martial artist, he had already seen the silk silk tied to the bird's claws.

A blood-colored color, moving slightly with the wind, revealing unspeakable sadness.

This kind of communication had only been seen once thirty years ago in the decades since he entered the Immortal Pavilion.

The status in the sect is equivalent to the urgency of the Great Qin military situation.

There is only one meaning that it represents-

The complete destruction of the altar of separation.

Mei Feng's face turned pale.

No, it's really him, right?!

In the main hall, the Immortal Pavilion Master finally lost his previous indifference, stood up suddenly, raised his hand with a move, and without seeing how to move, the blood-colored flying bird had already been taken by him in his hand, and took off the blood-colored silk from his right claw, and unfolded his eyes to sweep, and his face gradually fluctuated.

"Xuanjia divides the altar master, and the deputy altar master is all dead, and the head of the owl."

"The sect plaque has been chopped up."

"The disciples in the sect have lost their courage, and it is difficult to enter the rivers and lakes again, although they have martial arts, they are like wasters."

Looking slightly to the last line, the original handwriting suddenly changed, and the place where the pen was raised, the edge was fully revealed, and it was obvious that there was a different person.

"I heard that the master of the Ageless Pavilion has the world's famous wine Changchun Immortal, and I am very happy."

"I'm going to go up the mountain to pick myself up soon."

In the end, the digital strokes are stretched very long, and the pen is lifted like a long knife out of the sheath, extremely sharp, for some reason, the color of the ink seems to be slightly red, but this silk is blood-colored, not conspicuous.

Seeing the arrogant and arrogant words, the expression on the face of the Immortal Pavilion Lord finally lost his previous composure, and the palm holding the silk silk subconsciously tightened his strength.

His body of pure poisonous power surged, and he wanted to destroy this silk.

At this moment, the originally ordinary handwriting suddenly exuded an extremely fierce aura, as if a knife was stabbed obliquely, extremely sharp, the man's fingers holding the silk silk were stinging, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly, thinking that there was fraud, and threw the silk out.

Such a shocking change caused everyone to subconsciously look up, and the Nine Elders wanted to open their mouths to show their concern, but just before they opened their mouths, the expression on their faces instantly stiffened.

The slender posture and profound cultivation of the pavilion master raised his right hand, and his expression was also slightly trance.

Red blood slowly flowed from his fingertips.

Extremely dazzling.

The hearts of many elders in the hall beat violently, and their faces shook.

Although the Immortal Pavilion is not good at external skills, it can be cultivated to reach the level of the Immortal Pavilion Master, and the poisonous skills have already been perfected, even if they do not take the initiative to exercise their skills, the internal qi will naturally run around their bodies, and their defensive effect is not inferior to the level of ordinary six-rank martial artists when they are engrossed.

If it hurts him, even if it's just a trivial wound on his finger, it only means one thing.

The pavilion master's body protection poison was broken.

The expressions of many Immortal Pavilion martial artists were in a trance.

Storing gas on the handwriting, wounding the enemy thousands of miles away?

And the one who was injured was still a martial artist of the fifth grade?!

In the main hall, the atmosphere became quite depressing for a while, and everyone's heart was pressed with a stone.

No one noticed, on the silk silk below, the words 'go up the mountain to take yourself' had turned blood-colored, quite sharp.

……………………………………

Near the branch altar of the Bulao Pavilion, in a laneway.

Wang Anfeng drove the horse out, and there was a cut on the thumb of his right hand, and his face turned a little pale.

He never thought that near this branch altar, there were still secret agents of the Immortal Pavilion here, because he saw Wang Anfeng's behavior, he subconsciously released a murderous aura on him, and was secretly tracked by the latter, but found this courtyard.

When he was hesitating outside, he saw a blood-colored bird flying out of the courtyard.

Just because he never flew out of the city, in order to avoid exposure, the speed was not too fast, but he climbed upward, and was shot down by Wang Anfeng with a hidden weapon, and found the silk silk tied and the secret letter on it, and easily understood that this letter was sent to the immortal pavilion master.

Thinking of his own plan, he simply forced out some essence and blood with mixed yuan skills, mixed it into the ink, mobilized the vitality in the meridians, held the pen like a knife, and added a few more words at the end of the secret letter.

The martial artists in the Immortal Pavilion are all known for their poisonous skills, and the Mixed Yuan Gong is restraining the world's hundred poisons, not to mention that after Zhao Guang's first battle, Wang Anfeng's Mixed Yuan Gong, which was already on the verge of a bottleneck, actually has a tendency to go further, and the power of poison is becoming more and more powerful.

Thinking of the pavilion master's reaction when he saw the secret letter, Wang Anfeng was quite expectant in his heart, but his expression did not change, he just raised his hand and took out Gongsun Jing's secret letter from his arms, looked at the following lines, put it away again, and patted away.

Direction......

Xiding Prefecture.

The second move has been played.

At this time, the opportunity has been used, just waiting for the people of the Immortal Pavilion to enter the game.

I don't believe it, I can bear it.

Wang Anfeng's expression was as indifferent as ice, but the faintly revealed temperament was calm and determined, raised his eyes and glanced at the road ahead, and spoke calmly like Mr. Win in his heart.

I have no bait.

Come in to me, who wish it......

After a moment of silence, the young man raised his hand and touched his face, which was already slightly hot, his face was cold and hard, and he did not squint, but he raised his hand and put it to his lips, and coughed lightly with some weakness.

The right foot knocked the horse's belly lightly.

"Drive!"

PS; Today's first update is presented......

Long chapter, and then there's another chapter in the afternoon, which can be regarded as an addition......

PS2: An Feng did this, firstly, because of the strong restraint of the hybrid body, and secondly, because of the true qi of the six-rank martial artist, which, together together, also cut through other people's fingers......