"Boom!" After one claw and one finger struck together, there was a sound of gold and iron clashing, and the piercing sound made everyone's eardrums hurt, and their hearts were secretly shocked.

After the blow, He Shangchong slipped and flew out, because after the blow just now, he already knew that Zhao Xingyi's strength was definitely not weaker than himself. And just now, he felt nine ocean-like coercion crushing towards him, and this threat made him finally choose to stop.

He Shang glanced at the nine great offerings of the Great Feather Dynasty, felt a little aggrieved in his heart, looked at Zhao Xing and smiled hypocritically: "I didn't expect that Senior Nephew Zhao already has such a cultivation, and the horror has reached the peak of the Three Flowers Realm." ”

Zhao Xing was expressionless, and replied very coldly: "I'm sorry, my junior brother has already said just now that you are not worthy of being the same as my master, so you are not qualified to call us junior nephews." And I'll say it again, we don't welcome you in Qingyun Peak, you'd better leave quickly. ”

"Arrogance!" Before He Shangchong could get angry, a thunderous rebuke came from outside the hall again, and the sound rolled like a huge wave, and Chu Yunfan couldn't help but reach out and cover his slightly aching ears.

As this reprimand fell, another group of people walked into the Qingyun Palace, and the one at the forefront was He Zhiyuan, the meritorious elder who had just opened his mouth to scold Zhao Xingyi.

In fact, He Zhiyuan was not at the forefront at first, but after hearing Zhao Xingyi's cruel words to He Shangchong, he sped up his pace with a burst of anger in his heart, and passed the others to the front.

In his opinion, Li Yibai is dead, and the people of Qingyun Peak are just a group of hairy children who have no backing, how dare they argue with the Hall of Merit. But now that the people of Qingyun Peak have done this, this seems to He Zhiyuan to be slapping him in the face, and he has decided that he must teach the people of Qingyun Peak a good lesson today.

He Shaofei was overjoyed when he saw the people coming, and immediately shouted loudly: "Grandpa, you are here!" These disciples of Qingyun Peak do not know the height of the sky, and they dare to provoke our Hall of Merit repeatedly, you have come just in time, hurry up and teach them a lesson!"

He Zhiyuan had already made such a plan, and he didn't talk nonsense, with a wave of his right hand, a spiritual power swept out and hit Zhao Xingyi.

What kind of person is He Zhiyuan, that is the meritorious elder of the Zixiao Sect, the figure of the Great Perfection of the Divine Dao Realm, how can Zhao Xing also be able to resist it.

However, Zhou Zheng and He Zhiyuan and the others attracted a lot of attention when they entered the Qingyun Palace, and at the moment when He Zhiyuan made a move, Zhou Zheng crossed the void, and his right fist was decisively swung out, and a thunderous explosion resounded in the hall, making Zhao Xingyi and the others involuntarily take several steps back.

Before everyone could react, the figures of the two had already separated. To Chu Yunfan's surprise, Zhou Zheng was defeated by He Zhiyuan, and was beaten back several steps by the other party, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, leaving a string of deep footprints on the ground of Qingyun Palace.

"Little Chaos Yuan Realm!" Zhou Zheng showed a trace of solemnity on his face, and looked at He Zhiyuan in front of him and said slowly.

"Since you know the strength of the old man, don't hurry up and get out of the way. He Zhiyuan looked at Zhou Zheng domineeringly.

Zhou Zheng didn't get angry about this, let alone back down for this, but just said very calmly: "I'm afraid that Your Excellency will always be in the realm of small chaos." ”

He Zhiyuan's originally very arrogant and complacent expression instantly became very ugly, and the other party's tone seemed to be flat, but this was clearly humiliating himself.

However, what Zhou Zheng said is not wrong, the so-called small mixed yuan realm refers to the kind of martial artist who consciously cannot comprehend his own avenue, cannot break through to the mixed yuan realm, and finally raises his strength to the point of being very close to the mixed yuan realm under the action of some external forces.

Although this kind of martial artist has much more terrifying strength than the martial artists of the Divine Dao Realm, it is not at the same level as the real Mixed Yuan Realm martial arts saints, and the most important difference between the two is that the martial artists of the Small Mixed Yuan Realm have not really comprehended their own Dao, which is a qualitative difference.

And more importantly, the martial artists who have stepped into this alternative mixed yuan realm have basically announced that they have parted ways with the real mixed yuan realm, and it is almost difficult to set foot in the real mixed yuan realm in their lives, and they can only stop at the so-called small mixed yuan realm.

"I don't know how to lift!" He Zhiyuan was angry, Zhou Zheng said the sore spot in his heart, it was not that he didn't want to set foot in the real Mixed Yuan Realm, he had been working hard for so many years, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't cross the seemingly nonexistent barrier. The failures again and again made him feel confused and hopeless, and finally he had to choose to advance to the Little Mixed Yuan Realm under the effect of the elixir.

Just when He Zhiyuan was about to make a move in anger, the other eight offerings of the Great Feather Dynasty instantly appeared beside Zhou Zheng, and the nine of them were all full of fighting intent and did not have the slightest fear.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became very tense, and the void seemed to have an invisible tension that would explode at any time in a second.