"Bold! Do you dare not worship the Sanqing saints? A majestic and loud voice came from the high platform of the altar, and a stern coercion came to his face.

A person standing tall is the priest who presided over this festival, the monk in the mouth of the old village chief.

The terrifying aura that fell from the sky was suffocating, Zhao Feichen suddenly sobered up, and found that everyone in front and back was bowing to the ground in the direction of the altar, and the black pressure was so large, he stood still alone, standing out from the crowd, and he couldn't help but shout bad luck in his heart.

The priest stood on the side of the altar, holding a long black and shiny wooden staff with his right hand, his eyes were full of anger, and when he saw Zhao Feichen's face stained with tears, his expression was sad, and his tone was a little less stern: "This seat pities you for being weak, and can't bear the majesty of the saint, so I will spare you this time, and don't kneel, don't miss the sacrifice." ”

Bow down to Fang Xinsan? Zhao Feichen glared hatefully at the altar icon, turned his head and left.

"Bold!" The monk of the main priest raised his staff in anger and shouted with open arms: "Qiongmao is ...... flames."

The tip of the swarthy staff glowed with a layer of fire, and the red flames trembled.

He immediately raised his staff, pointed at Zhao Feichen's halberd, and shouted, "...... Flying! ”

A dazzling flame flew away from the staff, swept dozens of meters in the air, and with surging heat, it drew a fierce line of fire in mid-air, and rushed straight at Zhao Feichen.

Zhao Feichen heard a sharp whistling sound behind him, turned his head to look, his eyes were about to fall off, and exclaimed, "Impossible!" What the hell is this! ”

Strange to say, as soon as his three words "impossible" fell, the fierce line of fire suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared, and only the remnants of the fire slowly faded on everyone's retina.

"Sacred Word?"

The priest's expression changed drastically, he shook his staff, and shouted with his arms open: "Qiongmao inherits the phoenix flag, and the wings of the soaring." Flames erupted from his arms, and the whole person soared like a big bird, quickly sweeping over the black and oppressive crowd below, staring at Zhao Feichen, and the eagle circled around him like a predator.

If a person is on fire, will he fly?

Zhao Feichen opened his mouth and tilted his head, staring at this amazing scene that subverted his previous common sense, completely stupid?

The priest suddenly stopped in mid-air, and shouted with his arms open, "Qiong Mao Pei Lu is ......" A layer of colorful phantoms suddenly floated on the black staff.

“…… Whirl into the abyss. ”

He suddenly flew down with the head of the cane, and the phantom on the cane swelled up like a balloon, covering Zhao Feichen's whole person on the ground and trapping him in the hemisphere.

The blurred electric light quickly increased from thin to thick, and flowed on the mask one by one. The electric and optical mesh cloth is like a thunderbolt prison, and it is shrinking smaller and smaller.

Zhao Feichen was frightened back by the approaching power grid, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Don't, F**K, get out of here!" ”

The electric light shield trembled like a wave of water with his voice, and the long staff that was dead on top of the light mask also vibrated violently, and the priest's hands holding the staff were bulging, as if they were pressing with all their strength.

"Sure enough, it's the Holy Word!" The priest's face instantly lost all blood, and with a sharp grit of teeth, the strong man let go of his hands like a broken wrist and retreated.

I only heard the sound of "pop", the light mask disappeared, and the black staff that lost the control of its owner bounced away instantly, and then the body of the staff carbonized, cracking out a series of criss-crossing mottled turtle lines, and then slammed and exploded.

The sound of thunder shook the heavens and the earth.

The crowd of worshippers was large and messy, and they were shaken to the ground.

"How is that possible!"

"The priest's magic weapon is ruined!"

"Is it a witch?"

"Quick, protect the priest!"

"Come together, kill the witch."

The soldiers guarding the sacrifice were all furious, grabbed their weapons and jumped up from the ground, surging from all directions, obviously intending to chop Zhao Feichen into meat sauce.

"Wait!"

The priest stopped everyone with a pale face, forcibly held back his anger, and reluctantly saluted: "Contemptible people are idle teachers, who is your Excellency?" Mixed into my three religions to make trouble, why don't you put the three Qing saints in your eyes? ”

The power of the "Holy Word Technique" was far beyond his imagination, he just wanted to confirm the authenticity, but he never thought that he would destroy the magic weapon he carried, and he really regretted it. Now without the help of high-grade magic weapons, the power of Dao has been reduced by more than half, how dare he act rashly? I only hope that the future will be forced to retreat in the name of a saint.

Zhao Feichen couldn't figure out the situation, so he panicked in his heart, and replied dryly: "I ...... I didn't get involved. ”

"Lord Priest!" The voice of the old village chief came from the altar: "The little girl was rescued from the mountain by my family." His head was broken by rocks, so he can't remember what happened before. The old man also led him to meet the village elders, and they all said that he was not from our Yangshan, but ...... But the old man thinks that he is not a bad person! ”

After all, the old village chief is old, and his middle qi is a little insufficient, and he talks intermittently as soon as he talks for a long time.

"It turned out to be Elder He......" Fei Xian beckoned with a gloomy face, and his eyes never left Zhao Feichen for a moment.

The old village chief was helped through the crowd by Uncle He, and the two of them talked about the cause and effect together.

After hearing this, Fei Xian turned his head to look at Zhao Feichen, and said coldly: "The altar holy land, the witch barbarian evil way will never be allowed to mix. If you really don't have a ghost in your heart, can you let this seat take the pulse and see if you are a true cultivator of the righteous path of my human race. ”

Zhao Feichen didn't know how to do it, he didn't know that the pulse was in the hands of people, and life and death were just between other people's thoughts, and he thought it was like a Chinese medicine pulse, so he stretched out his arm generously.

Fei Xian stretched out his hand very nervously, until he pinched Zhao Feichen's wrist, his expression relaxed slightly, and suddenly "Huh", glared and said: "The dantian is breathless, the meridians are qiless, you are not a cultivator!" ”

Zhao Feichen was more inexplicable than him: "I don't know ...... either"

Fei Xian pressed his pulse tightly, investigated it carefully, and his eyes gradually flashed with strange colors: "I see that you are not very old, and the pulse field is also considered to be through, and you meet the criteria for selecting scholars, so it is better to go out of the mountain with me and go to Xijing to participate in the government election, and then you will have a way to find out your identity." ”

He didn't care whether Zhao Feichen agreed or not, he suddenly took out a black wooden handcuff and handcuffed him, stared at his eyes and said slowly: "This is just in case, your identity is unknown, I can't let you go easily, do you understand?" ”

Zhao Feichen looked down at the handcuffs and smiled bitterly, and could only nod.

At this time, a handsome young man with a gloomy face came out of the crowd and saluted: "Master, this person will be taken care of by the apprentices, your old man should go and preside over the festival, don't delay the auspicious time." ”

"It's fine." Fei Xian nodded, looked at the scattered ashes from his black wooden staff, and then led the crowd away with regret.

…… z=z^2+c……