The man in gray stretched out his right hand and held the sun that was shooting at him in his palm.

With a pinch of one hand, the radiant sun was annihilated as if it had never existed.

The main hall was once again gloomy.

Shi Zhiyi's hole cards are exhausted, and he still can't help the man in gray at all.

This is the difference between sanctification and transcendence.

The chasm that lies between mortals and saints is as great as a moat.

More than a dozen guards rushed up one after another, trying to rescue the county lord of Yining, who was still behind the gray-clothed man.

But among them, the highest cultivation is only in the late stage of the cold window, and even their leader, Chen Zhiyi in the middle stage of the ascending hall, is not the enemy of the gray-clothed people, let alone these ordinary guards.

Shi Zhiyi's blow was fruitless, and at the moment when the sun was annihilated, his eyes happened to meet the old eyes of the gray-clothed man.

There was a glint of shock, jealousy, cruelty, and more inexplicable emotions in those eyes.

Although it was only a short moment, Shi Zhiyi had already read the other party's thoughts.

Just as Old Man Fu said to him in that crimson room.

His existence will be a huge threat to any family and any saintly powerhouse.

Eliminating this threat in infancy is the best choice for every high-ranking powerhouse who does not want their interests to be harmed.

Shi Zhiyi knew the danger of exposing his hole cards, and he never forgot the advice of the old man who was as kind as his own grandfather.

But he had no choice.

If you can't even survive today, what qualifications do you have to think about tomorrow?

Ninety percent of his True Yuan had been drained by the sword just now, and now he was extremely weak.

Faced with the approach of the gray-clothed man, he could only lift the last trace of true yuan in the meridians and throw a punch.

Wind and moon leisure.

Like a trapped beast, he still fights.

Like a dying struggle.

Punch out, like a breeze.

The man in gray naturally didn't take this fluttering punch in his eyes, and with a wave of his sleeves, he actually dusted this punch away like dust.

However, that sleeve suddenly turned into dust and disappeared!

The gray-clothed man was shocked, and wanted to mobilize Zhenyuan to defend with all his might, but it was too late!

His entire left arm, from the palm to the shoulder, every trace of flesh, every tendon, every bone, was all in this breeze, like dust, vanished!

I don't know if it was too shocked, but the man in gray didn't cry out bitterly, but instead had a thick look of disbelief in his eyes.

Shi Zhiyi also looked at the dust that was still falling with disbelief.

This is the power of Fengyue Xian!?

This is the masterpiece of the blow of the trapped beast just now!?

......

......

This is indeed the power of Fengyue Xian, or rather, this is the real Fengyue Xian.

However, this has nothing to do with Shi Zhiyi.

In the whole world, in addition to Shi Zhiyi, there is another person who will do this.

The creator of the Eight Styles of Beiyuan, the head of the Fu family, the first master of the human race, Fu Linyue.

A black figure seemed to step out of the void and appeared behind Shi Zhiyi.

The body is as majestic as a mountain, and the eyes are as bright as the ocean.

He patted Shi Zhiyi's shoulder kindly and said, "Not bad." ”

Shi Zhiyi shot twice, but he didn't even hurt the other party's sleeve, but instead made himself scarred. Feng Yuexian punched out, it was really like a breeze, leaving no traces on the other party's body. I don't know what Old Man Fu is referring to.

Old Man Fu walked in front of the gray-clothed man, and without any movement, the mask on the gray-clothed man's face had turned into a piece of flying ash, revealing an old ...... There was a hint of a familiar face again.

But it was the original time that he accompanied Da Xi Mengze to the birthday banquet, and once used his divine thoughts to transmit the sound, and informed the Da Xi family of the realm of Shi Zhiyi to Da Xi Mengze, Xie Shuyun. On the day of the birthday feast, he was sitting opposite the Yu brothers and sisters on the right hand side of Da Xi Mengze, so as soon as they saw this face, Yu Zhongqian and the others immediately recognized him.

"Why did you appear here?" Xie Shuyun looked at the black-clothed old man in front of him, and there was still a trace of shock in his eyes.

"It seems that I should be asking you this sentence, right?" Old Man Fu smiled: "Pretending to leave, but hiding in Wuwei City for a few days, and following the juniors all the way to this stack of Jade Qingguan in the Green Mountain, attacking my granddaughter and injuring the prince of Yunqi City, what is the intention of Xie Xianfeng?"

"Sure enough, I deserve to be the peak powerhouse of the snow realm, it turns out that my every move is in your eyes, it's ridiculous that I thought my whereabouts were seamless. ”

"If there are more butterflies in this Wuwei City, I don't even know that there shouldn't be, then wouldn't this so-called title of the number one of the human race become a joke?

The three realms of dedusting are divided by the level and state of the power of the muscles and bones; the dawn of the transcendent three realms, the cold window, and the ascending hall are divided by the level and state of the true element in the body; under the great realm of sanctification, they are also divided into three small realms, namely: butterflies among flowers, moon in the water, and snow in the sky, which are divided by the level and state of divine thoughts. Old Man Fu's realm is naturally the pinnacle of the Snow Realm, and listening to the meaning of his words, the worship of the Daxi family in front of him is a Butterfly Realm powerhouse.

"Today's events, I thank Shuyun for admitting it. This left arm is regarded as my reparation. What other conditions do you have, say it, and I will be in the Xi family. Xie Shuyun's right hand was stopping the bleeding at the severed arm of his left arm, but his eyes were staring at Old Man Fu tightly.

"Could it be that Xie Xian thought that he would be able to leave safely today?" Old Man Fu sneered, "If I let you go, wouldn't it be equivalent to killing my old friend's grandson with my own hands?"

Xie Shuyun seemed to have a bright light in his mind, and sighed, "No wonder...... No wonder I searched for it, he was just a late stage of marrow washing, and it turned out to be a ghost made by you. Sixteen-year-old Dawnbreaker Martial Artist, hehe, it's only been a thousand years, could it be that Yunqi City is going to produce another god again!"

At this time, Xie Shuyun was extremely fond of his heart. The reason why he stayed in Wuwei City was not because Da Xi Mengze lost face and wanted to kill people - in fact, Da Xi Mengze's face was too big, unless he could kill all the thousands of people left in the banquet that day, so that he could block Youyou's mouth, otherwise he could only knock out his teeth and swallow blood.

And his current predicament is precisely caused by Da Xi Mengze's good face. After losing to Shi Zhiyi that day, Da Xi Mengze had lost face, so naturally he would not pour out the miscellaneous things in the ring in front of everyone in the banquet and give it to Shi Zhiyi - every extra second standing in the field was a torment for him. So, Da Xi Mengze pretended to take off the ring calmly, and directly flicked it to Shi Zhiyi, and gave Shi Zhiyi the gold, purple hydrange, elixir, Da Xi family's token and several secret books in the ring space.

Among them, although gold, purple yang jade and elixir are valuable, they are nothing more than things outside Daxi Mengze's body. And that token and those yellowed secrets are the things that really matter.

Da Xi Mengze himself couldn't tell whether he had forgotten about these things because he hadn't used them for so long, or whether he was dizzy from shock, anger and embarrassment, so he did such a foolish thing.