With a kind gaze and a swift pace, this Qilin Hall Lord ignored the blood-colored sword that was already close at hand, without any defense, and stepped in front of Wu Feng, two fingers like dead wood lightning on Wu Feng's shoulder, and suddenly, Wu Feng's arm waving the sword was tearing in pain. Dagger, Qi, Zhong, Wen, Moth, Shou, Fa

It is as if the flesh and blood are peeling off piece by piece, the bones seem to be being crushed by a huge force, and the dozens of acupuncture points on the arms are stimulating the brain like nails into steel.

It hurts, ignoring this pain, with anger in his heart, he wants to slash the sword on the head of this Qilin Hall Lord.

On the other hand, this Qilin Hall Lord directly ignored the war knife, and quickly hit Wu Feng, Jizhong, Juque, Daheng, and Qi Sea several acupuncture points with the sword finger in his right hand, and at the same time, the war knife fell above his head, and with a "wave", the war knife did not cut his head in half at all, and it was bounced away by Gang Qi without even touching his scalp.

Stunned, Wu Feng was a little unwilling, with all his strength, even if he used forbidden moves, he still couldn't shake this peerless powerhouse.

Wu Feng was unwilling, this Qilin Hall Lord did not stop his hand, after connecting a few acupuncture points on Wu Feng's chest and abdomen, his right hand turned into a palm, and gently patted Wu Feng's chest, and suddenly, Wu Feng opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew out like a broken kite.

"Bang ......"

Falling on the cold floor of the main hall, his whole body seemed to be stimulated by Ling Chi's pain, and his eyes vaguely saw the footsteps of the Qilin Hall Lord, unwilling, unconvinced, ignoring the disordered meridians in his body, ignoring the pain all over his body, bending his arms, and with a "bell" sound, he slowly supported his body like lead with a war knife.

Lying down, lying like a dead man, no, he has already died once, the last time, he didn't steal his life, this time, it won't.

With that trace of dissatisfaction, the torso is as straight as a blade again, even if it is covered in blood, it is still holding its head high......

The Qilin Hall Lord looked at Wu Feng unexpectedly and with relief, he didn't expect Wu Feng to be able to stand up, and the relief in his eyes was better like seeing his children and grandchildren who had grown up, but Wu Feng didn't have the strength to swing the war knife, no, he didn't have any strength, so he stared at him like this until his eyes were shrouded in darkness......

"Unexpectedly, it's really unthinkable that this kid is so crazy, not to mention using magic skills to prohibit moves, but also using the secret method of blood duel."

When Wu Feng lost consciousness and stood proudly in the hall like a sculpture, the old man walked into the hall with a smile and looked dumbly at Wu Feng, who was bleeding from the seven orifices and his face was as white as paper.

"This son, bold and strong-hearted, and proud, for the Buddha, for the benefit of thousands of families, for the devil, for the scourge of the common people!"

The Qilin Hall Lord stared at Wu Feng, without the slightest smile on his face, but the old man could see some appreciation in his eyes, and couldn't help it, the old man asked knowingly, "Then why didn't you kill him, did you let him grow up and harm the world?" ”

"Do you want Ling Er to bring the Holy Martial Land over?" The Qilin Hall Lord said helplessly, but there was a smile in his cloudy eyes, he knew very well how Zhu Ling valued Wu Feng, less than twenty-four hours after Zhu Ling returned to him, he had heard Wu Feng's name hundreds of times, and his ears were almost calloused, if he killed Wu Feng, he couldn't imagine what Zhu Ling would do, let alone kill Wu Feng, even if Wu Feng was abolished, then Zhu Ling would definitely make trouble in this holy place.

Of course, there is a premise for this, if Wu Feng really became the heinous criminal, not Wu Feng, even Zhu Ling would not be able to escape the fate of being punished, since Zhu Ling saw the White Tiger in DMY City, the White Tiger had already sent someone to investigate Wu Feng's details, after all, the Guardian of the Holy Martial Arts must not be bewitched......

"Don't mention that kid, I get angry when I mention it, I ran out to play for more than ten years, and my granddaughter has been waiting for more than ten years, and now I'm back and I can't get married!" The old man's face was angry, blowing his beard and glaring at him, as if he wanted to eat Zhu Ling alive.

"Are you in such a hurry to report your grandson?" With a smile, the Qilin Hall Lord slowly came to Wu Feng's side, jumped up, and slapped his palm directly on Wu Feng's Heavenly Spirit Cover.

The old man was not surprised to see this, but only smiled and asked, "Don't you want to?" ”

After all, if this Qilin Hall Lord wanted to take Wu Feng's life, a hundred and ten Wu Feng would have died a long time ago, so why wait until now.

"I want to, but there is no way, Ling Er has now inherited the position of Qilin, and those clowns who jump off the beam must be cleaned up first, and you don't want your granddaughter to marry a boy who has no sense of responsibility." As he spoke, the wizened palm struck all over Wu Feng's body, helping Wu Feng sort out the condensed blood and internal force, after all, he didn't want Zhu Ling to overturn the Qilin Palace, and he didn't want Zhu Ling's few close friends to become a waste, and he didn't want the old man to be extinct......

"That's it!" The old man nodded, of course he knew what the position of the Qilin meant, he would always stand on the boundless line of defense, guarding the vast and boundless land, and sighed slightly, this Qilin Hall Lord was also like this before, so that his most respected senior sister died of a lonely illness in front of the bed, it stands to reason that he should hate this Qilin Hall Lord, but he remembered the uncomplaining and happy and proud smile on her senior sister's face before she died of illness.

The old man shook his head, shook his distracting thoughts out of his head, moved his eyes to Wu Feng, and found that Wu Feng's face was still as white as paper, but his breathing gradually calmed down, and he couldn't help but smile and asked, "I said Old Man Long, what should I do with this kid?" ”

"What to do? They passed the Qilin Trial, so naturally they were the honored guests of my Qilin Palace, and when the two trialists woke up, they took them directly to the Qilin Tower. The Qilin Hall Lord smiled slightly, and then slapped it on Wu Feng's vest, and suddenly, Wu Feng unconsciously opened his mouth and spit out blood.

"Tsk, you're still a little human." The old man smiled slightly, Wu Feng, Han Qi, and Wang Nan passed the trial, which made him a little surprised, because this Qilin Hall Lord didn't know what it meant to release water, and decades ago, this Qilin Hall Lord directly chopped up more than a dozen Ji family members who came to participate in the trial......

"Don't talk nonsense, send this kid to the Xuanyu Pavilion to rest, by the way, after he wakes up, tell him that I will wait for him in the Sword Peak Lonely Tomb......"

"Xuanyu Pavilion? Sword Peak? Lonely mounds? The old man was puzzled at first, Xuanyu Pavilion, that is the place where the Qilin retreat of the past dynasties, not to mention that it is an outsider who has passed the trial, even he can't easily set foot in the Xuanyu Pavilion, but what surprised him even more was not this, but the sword peak, the lonely mound, "Could it be that this kid is his descendant?!" ”

"Yes."

The Qilin Hall Lord nodded slightly, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"Thief God, hahaha, thief God, you finally did a thing, haha, hahaha......" The old man saw the hall master's affirmation, and suddenly laughed wildly, only the Qilin hall master saw the grief in the ecstasy of the old man's moist eyes.

"Don't make a noise, let's take him over first......"

When the old man heard the words of the Qilin shopkeeper, he walked up to Wu Feng, looked at Wu Feng's resolute disguised face, and grinned, "Brother, you dug me out of the dead man's pit back then, and today, I will carry your grandson, haha......"

The old man said, and put Wu Feng's one-meter-nine camouflage on his back, but his wrinkled face was only filled with a happy smile.

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