The aura emanating from Feng Qingyang's body was completely different from the original Lu Jiping.

No wonder, people like Lu Jiping are just the second senior brothers in the Beiling Pavilion, just by looking at Feng Qingyang, the white ape knows that the other party is a peerless genius in the way of the sword.

Even if Lu Jiping works hard for another 10,000 years, it is impossible to surpass the other party.

This is the arrangement of fate, a huge gap in talent, and a deep gap that cannot be crossed.

Suddenly, a dark figure silently appeared behind the white ape, it was another powerhouse of the North Ridge Pavilion.

He ranked sixth among the three thousand core disciples, named Zheng Ying, and was nicknamed the Ghost Shadow Sword, the origin of the nickname was based on his body method, silently, appearing behind the enemy like a ghost, and killing with one blow.

Although Feng Qingyang had already said that everyone else should step back, Zheng Ying didn't think so, although his status was not as good as Feng Qingyang, he was not afraid of Feng Qingyang, after all, he was a brother of the same generation, and they were all favored by the master.

Zheng Ying felt that if he could kill this strong man who had trespassed into the Beiling Pavilion without permission, he would definitely be able to gain a higher reputation.

At this moment, the white ape was following the wind and looking at each other, without the slightest shift in his gaze.

For Zheng Ying, this is the best time for him to make a move, taking advantage of the fact that the white ape's attention is on Feng Qingyang's body, wouldn't it be happy for him to strike a fatal blow?

"Got it." Zheng Ying appeared behind the white ape, seeing that the sword was about to stab the white ape in the back of the heart.

Suddenly, a streamer flashed, Zheng Ying's body flew out, and one arm was separated from the body, splashing a large amount of blood.

In the eyes of others, the white ape didn't even move at all.

"What the hell is going on?" The other disciples looked at the white ape with bewildered expressions.

And all this was clearly seen by Feng Qingyang, and he was already secretly saying in his heart: He was able to sense the so-called silent ghost sword Zheng Ying without taking his eyes off me, and he also pulled out the long sword and cut off Zheng Ying's arm in an instant, and withdrew the long sword without even looking at it.

Because the speed was too fast, only Feng Qingyang could see the white ape's movements clearly.

Turning his head to look at Zheng Ying, who was lying on the ground and screaming, Feng Qingyang already snorted coldly: "Although he disobeyed my intentions, and his strength is really a shame for Beiling Pavilion, however, Zheng Ying's shot made me know more about the strength of my opponent, in this case, it is better to directly use the Wind Domain." ”

Thinking like this, the strength in Feng Qingyang's body had begun to increase rapidly, and his aura became terrifying in an instant.

Sou......

The body of the white ape turned into a gust of wind and passed through the side of the wind Qingyang, and at the same time, it also left a sentence: "Your domain is powerful, but the generation speed is too slow......"

The white ape passed through the wind and struck on Feng Qingyang's face, and Feng Qingyang, who had just drawn half of his sword, actually stopped.

His eyes widened, and the phrase 'too slow' kept echoing in the wind's mind, ravaging his heart and pounding on his soul......

An unwilling, humiliating emotion instantly filled Feng Qingyang's mind, however, at this moment, the white ape had already disappeared a hundred meters behind him.

"Finally, it's here." The white ape looked at the tall building in front of him and the plaque above the door, and said in a deep voice.

On the plaque, there are five big characters: the first sword in the world.

Just looking at the aura emanating from the big characters made the white ape feel palpitations.

But palpitations are only for a moment.

The white ape has not forgotten the purpose of his second visit.

I saw him take out a letter from his bosom and throw it high.

Immediately after, three long swords flew out from his back, one of which instantly pierced through the letter, and the three swords flew away at great speed, stabbing fiercely into the plaque.

"Mission accomplished." The white ape whispered to himself, and immediately wanted to turn around and leave.

But suddenly, a viscous and thick internal force enveloped this side of the world.

The white ape seemed to be in a swamp, and he, who originally had extreme speed, became struggling at this moment.

Suddenly, the white ape raised his head and saw four old men looking down at him on the top of the four buildings around him.

It was the four elders of the North Ridge Pavilion.

"He Fangxiao is small, and he dares to be disrespectful to the pavilion master."

"What nonsense to talk to him, after subduing him, he will be sent over to ask the pavilion master for his guilt."

……

"No need." A bell-like voice resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Immediately afterwards, the door of Beiling Yan's room opened, and the Beiling Yan, dressed in white, walked out slowly with his hands behind his back.

"See the Pavilion Master."

"See the Pavilion Master."

"See the Pavilion Master."

First those elders, then the core disciples, and then the peripheral disciples.

After they heard the thick voice of the Beiling geese, they all knelt down in place.

"Good opportunity." The sense of restraint on the white ape's body suddenly disappeared, and he hurriedly fled outside.

"Since Xiaoyou is here, why don't you stay for a while and talk about Fengyue." Beiling Yan said with a light smile on his face.

"I'm in a hurry." The white ape responded in a deep voice, but did not stop at his feet.

"Coming in such a hurry and leaving in a hurry, it seems that my Beiling Yan is not good at entertaining guests." Beiling Yan said, casually waving a wave of air.

The white ape, who had just jumped into the air, suddenly turned around, and he felt a great threat.

In an instant, a large amount of internal force poured into his arms, and with a sharp swing, the white ape sent out a full force blow, directly dispersing the qi wave.

Beiling Yan had already frowned inadvertently, he knew that the other party was very strong, but he didn't expect that the other party would be able to block the wave of qi that he personally struck.

Moreover, Beiling Yan has already personally intervened to stop it, and if he still lets the other party escape, he will lose face.

Thinking like this, a large amount of internal energy was already brewing in Beiling Yan's palm, and then, he struck out with a palm at the white ape in mid-air.

After taking the force out of the palm of the Beiling Yan, it was actually condensed in the air, turned into a palm print, and became larger and larger, and finally it was like the palm of the Buddha, with a length and width of more than ten meters, towards the white ape cover.

In the face of that powerful attack, even the white ape was shocked, he had already let out a burst of shouts, and his fists hit his chest fiercely, and then, he opened his big mouth and aimed at the palm print, making a sound that shook the heavens and the earth.

The Ape King roared......

Boom......

A huge sound wave struck out, and it was actually the palm print of the Beiling Wild Goose that was dispersed.

And the shock wave that was emitted blew the four elders dozens of meters away, and the white ape was also hit by the air wave, but this was exactly what he intended, with the impact force, the white ape left faster.

Only Beiling Yan stood still, still maintaining the posture of standing with his hands in his hands, but on his face, there was a trace of displeasure and solemnity.

(End of chapter)