The space in front of him suddenly distorted, but when he saw the wind and clouds rolling, a figure seemed to tear through the clouds, and his long robe fluttered down on the high platform of the martial arts.

Everyone stared at it, white eyebrows, white hair, white beard and chest, fluttering robes like snow, skin like babies, and a strict style of fairy wind bones, which made people can't help but look up and worship.

"The old man looks very good, and he can fool a large number of people every minute when he goes out. Qingfeng muttered with disdain, although the voice was small, but at this time, there was silence in the martial arts, so that this small murmur actually drifted into everyone's ears with the wind.

Brush!

A gaze like an arrow of lightning slashed across Qingfeng's body as if it were a substance, and there was a piercing sound like a sharp blade. It can be easily cut and torn apart by the divine light of others, but the innocent and lovely little girl in front of her turned a blind eye and was unscathed. As a result, the old white eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and at the same time unfolded his divine thoughts and glanced at it, and there was a void in his body, only a little bit of clear light, and a few clouds were floating......

"I have lived for more than 200 years, and I am still so disrespectful to my old age. I'm a daughter's family! How can I be so shamelessly swept around on other people's bodies, ruining my reputation, it's simply disrespectful to the old. Qingfeng said indignantly, with a look of grievance.

"Well, I can see at a glance that my husband is old, and the little girl is not simple!" the white-haired ancestor sighed, his voice sharp and piercing, like that of a eunuch.

"Ah! I was really guessed correctly by Ben Feng'er!" Qingfeng clapped his hands happily and said, "Look at your old appearance of the fairy wind bones, if you are not a thousand years old, you should be at least five or six hundred, right?"

"Hmph, pretend, continue to pretend! People who can walk on this stage will not be idle people. In the face of the old man, he can still be so calm and free, talk and laugh freely, and even dare to speak disrespectfully. How can such a trick of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger be hidden from the old man's eyes?" the shrill voice coughed and sneered.

"The dead old man thinks he is smart! There is no good thing in your Peng Mansion, great-grandchildren are like this, and white eyebrows and white hair will never be good there, all of them are a bunch of big bad guys who are not sorry to die. Qingfeng crossed his waist with one hand, pointed at the old man on the high platform with the other, and scolded when he opened his mouth.

The three wisps of white beard are automatic without wind, and the state of mind is cultivated to be deep, and when you meet this thousand-year-old Diao Feng, it is strange not to be so angry that your whole body trembles. Of course, if it weren't for Lu Suifeng's secret instructions, this phoenix would not have been so arrogant.

"What a brutal and wild little girl!hehe! Interesting!" The old guy's concentration is really extraordinary, and it is indeed a bit surprising that he is scolded like this, and he is still angry.

"When you step on this stage, you are here to kill people, and of course, you should also have the consciousness of being killed. If Ben Feng'er's skills were inferior, he was afraid that the glance just now would have made Ben Feng'er lie down. I don't have any taste at all, and my virtue is terrible!" Qingfeng crooked his mouth, showing a very innocent appearance, which was really ridiculous.

In the eyes of the old man, there are only opponents, and there is never a distinction between age and gender. You dare to say something disrespectful to the old man, and the old man doesn't mind taking you first and making a demonstration!"

Wave!

There was a ripple of water ripples in the space, and the rushing water arrows stopped abruptly, the ripples swayed lightly, and the water arrows sank into a wall of wind that was born out of thin air, and instantly turned invisible.

"Hmm!" The white-haired ancestor who shot out snorted softly in surprise, this little girl can easily dissolve the water arrow turned by this mysterious power?

The white-haired ancestor's eyes flickered, although he couldn't see the level of the other party's cultivation for a while. But he didn't underestimate the other party because he was a weak girl. After living for a long time, I naturally understand that those who can walk on this stage are not idle people.

"It's still a high-level Qiankun Realm! It's lucky, otherwise it's too boring. Qing Feng looked each other up and down, and Yun Danfeng smiled lightly, as if he didn't take this Dao Bone Immortal Ancestor in his eyes at all.

"Huh, you can actually see the old man's cultivation? It's really not simple!" The white-haired old man stared at Qingfeng with a glittering gaze, and instantly lifted his mind, showing a posture of being ready for battle.

"I don't know, it's written on your forehead. Qingfeng pursed her lips and said disdainfully.

When the white-haired ancestor heard this, he subconsciously reached out and touched his forehead, only then did he realize that he had been tricked, and he suddenly became angry, and the momentum of his whole body burst out, and an awe-inspiring killing intent was like a galloping horse, sweeping towards the other party. The lion fights the rabbit with all his might, the old man knows this well, and he suddenly has a sword in his hand, and then it chokes out of the sheath, and a dazzling electric light cuts through the space, spanning a distance of ten meters, and instantly shoots towards the dazed Qingfeng.

A sword pierces the chest, and a blow kills. There is no distinction between men, women, and children on the field, and those standing on the opposite side are opponents, enemies, and they are sworn to kill.

"It's over! What a pity that a handsome girl died!"

"Is it really fucking human? Let a girl come and die. There was a voice of regret in the audience, and they cursed the wind one after another, the Chu family is not a person.

The white-haired ancestor's mind was like iron and stone, and he had no pity for the jade, and the long sword piercing his chest kept spinning and tearing until the other party's body was torn into pieces, and then he took a deep breath, withdrew the long sword, and a faint cruel smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Dead old man! Have you had enough, your heart is so ruthless!"

A resentful voice floated through the ears of the white-haired old man, like thunder, which made the white-haired old man's whole body tremble, and when he stared at it, the little girl was still standing there intact, with a bit of resentment in her expression.

"What was it just minced? Hallucination!" the white-haired old man rubbed his eyes a little confused, he really smashed the little girl's body, how could this be?

But seeing Qingfeng's fluttering dress, lotus steps, thin waist twisted lightly, like a soft breeze blowing willows, looking so petite and weak, the other party seemed to be able to crush her easily with a finger.

The white-haired old man would never think so again, but he was now in a posture like a great enemy, and he would never be confused by this delicate appearance again. Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, the same drama is staged twice, if you don't understand it again, then it's really a pig.

The white-haired old man's expression was extremely solemn, his hand was holding the hilt of the sword, the momentum of his whole body was gradually rising, and his sharp gaze flickered, shooting towards the seemingly delicate figure like substance, and ordinary people would almost collapse on the spot in the face of such a sharp divine light.

However, there was not the slightest hint of fear on Qingfeng's body, and there were willows moving with the wind all over his body, which was still so natural and casual. The figure suddenly flickered, floating illusory, gathering and scattering.

"The old man will not be fooled by your weak appearance, and will use all his strength to fight with you. The white-haired old man said word by word, his voice was full of incomparably solemn taste, and at the same time it was full of cold murderous aura.

"Isn't it just a competition, why make the atmosphere so tense, I really look up to you. Qingfeng was still gentle and drizzly, but his face was full of disdain.

"You little girl is qualified to make the old man pay attention. The white-haired old man spoke out convincingly.

"You dead old man is not qualified to let Ben Feng'er pay enough attention. Qingfeng stimulated the other party with contempt.

All of a sudden, their mouths widened, and their eyes fell all over the place.

"It's crazy!"

"A little girl, I really don't know how thick the sky is. ”

A trace of annoyance flashed in the white-haired old man's eyes, he had always been domineering, how could anyone dare to despise himself so much, completely violating his so-called dignity.

"In that case, then let you see my heavy way!" A heavy voice fell, one step raised, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed at the same time, striding diagonally, a thick electric light let out a roar, instantly cut through the space of ten meters, and the thick and heavy slashed towards Qingfeng.

Qingfeng looked at the heavy blow like a huge rock, smiled brightly, shook his hand, and the flame flying phoenix spear was in his hand, and then he swung a shot elegantly, a blazing spiral flame burst out from the edge of the gun, and the white-haired old man's mountain-like heavy sword continued to burst out like a shattering explosion, and instantly collapsed and dissipated.

The strength was reversed, and the white-haired old man snorted as if he had been hit hard, his body was shocked, and he took a step back, his face slightly pale.

The flame flying phoenix spear in Qingfeng's hand once again elegantly drew an arc in the air, and thousands of spiral flames danced and swirled like blood-colored butterflies, as if they were spreading their light cicada wings, tearing through the barriers of the air, and swept towards the frightened white-haired old man.

The spiral flames that flew up and down swirled rapidly, making a slight sound, and each flame flashed with a blazing ghostly light, as sharp as a sword light, and each rotation and stroke would bring out a piece of blood, a blooming blood flower.

Such an elegant, elegant, agile flame, but full of awe-inspiring murderous aura. There was a buzzing and trembling sound, and it fell on the ears of the white-haired and white old man like a thunderstorm in the nine heavens: "There is no forgiveness for killing!"

The white-haired old man was careless, his snow-like robe and robe were already stained with blood, and his angry eyes were like lightning, as if he wanted to tear the other party apart in an instant, and wave after wave of ripples rushed out from the long sword in his hand, layer upon layer, and the streamer of rippling like water continued to crush the spiral flames in the air.

The white-haired old man's whole body was full of breath, and the blood-stained robe and robe were automatic without wind, and the momentum on his body spread out, and the surrounding air continued to make a slight explosion sound.

Qingfeng's feet are not ding, standing at will, there is no drumming qi, the majestic momentum, the whole body is fluttering, and there is no defense, like a leisurely white cloud in the sky overhead.

The white-haired old man frowned, blinking constantly, but saw that the other party's figure flickered brightly and darkly, appearing and disappearing, and the illusion did not stop. He once wondered if he was too old, a little old and dizzy, and hallucinated for a while. How is this possible?