As if the mountain was pressing on the top, the golden handprints were long in the wind, and the momentum was majestic and covered the sky and the sun, and it was suddenly suppressed from the air!

Puff puff!

Zhu Hong and the others vomited blood, they didn't expect Gu Feng to be so decisive, and they were instantly beaten to the ground.

"Demon Suppression Mudra!" they roared.

The true solution of the mixed element contains many methods of Taoism, Buddha and demons, and the great mudra of the demon is a Buddhist mudra recorded on it, which has the power of subduing demons and eliminating demons, once it is unstoppable, but the requirements for the monk's own Dao base are extremely high, and it is impossible to practice if there is no majestic true yuan.

They didn't expect that Gu Feng had just broken through to the realm of entering the Dao and would be able to practice this spell, and he would be beaten to the ground before he even had time to react, extremely aggrieved.

Wan Jun's huge force pressed on his body, Zhu Hong and the others kept struggling, but they couldn't escape at all.

"Soil chicken tile dog!" Gu Feng's eyes were ruthless, and the corners of his mouth pursed a faint sneer, and he continued to speak.

The indifferent and ignorant eyes stung Zhu Hong deeply, making him grit his teeth.

The low-level disciples of the Wutai Sect on the stone platform also looked at each other one by one, looking at Gu Feng with ghost-like eyes, and they didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

That's it?

Just one palm!

The faint voice echoed in their ears, and they shivered one after another, not daring to look at Zhu Hong and the others anymore, and continued to listen quietly.

Gu Feng explained the mysteries of the last level of foundation building one by one, and those disciples were so excited when they heard it that they couldn't extricate themselves.

Drink!

But there was a loud shout, panting like a cow, which disturbed everyone again.

Crunch!

The ground of the stone platform cracked, and the golden palms were actually pushed up by a bald monk with a tall height, with a hideous face and a golden light flashing all over his body, like a bronze man.

"Zhitong, well done!" Zhu Hong stood up, patted the bald monk on the shoulder, and said loudly: "I will help you ask for credit from Senior Brother Totok, and I will not treat you badly!"

The big handprint of the demon suppression was broken, Gu Feng's voice stopped abruptly, looking at this burly monk, his brows furrowed, "This person is Zhitong?"

This monk Ke is a key figure, is the disciple of the master of Tokto, according to the original plot, after the second Emei sword fight, the Wutai faction tree fell and scattered, this person will establish Ciyun Temple, widely accept believers, quite powerful.

After the battle between good and evil, Ciyun Temple kicked off the prelude to the third Emei sword fight.

Looking at its weather, the head and horns are magnificent, and the air is majestic, and it should not be underestimated, although it is only a second-generation disciple, even Zhu Hong, a disciple, is far from being able to compare to him, no wonder he is a character who can open his own vein in the future!

The exercises he practiced were like the golden body of an Arhat that few people practiced in the Mixed Yuan True Solution, with steel and iron bones, and his strength was amazing.

But this Zhitong monk is full of momentum, but his heart is very unbearable, standing in front of Zhu Hong and nodding his waist, he is like a dog's leg, without the demeanor of a monk, and I don't know how he cultivated his whole body?

Gu Feng was quite disdainful.

"Zhitong, since your junior uncle Gu Feng can preach, he must be good at cultivation, why don't you go up to ask for advice!" Zhu Hong suddenly laughed in a weird way, knowing that he was not Gu Feng's opponent, he instigated Zhitong to provoke.

"...... this?" Zhitong was embarrassed for a while, although he had the heart to please Zhu Hong, the most favored disciple of the Mixed Yuan Patriarch, but this Gu Feng was also the patriarch's beloved disciple, and he didn't want to offend.

"What's the matter? You don't even listen to me!" Zhu Hong's face was ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, if there is something to bear, I will take care of it! If you can defeat this stinky boy, I will never treat you badly! I have a magic weapon of Buddhism in my hand, and I can give it to you when the time comes!"

"Really?" Zhitong's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Am I going to lie to you?" Zhu Hong gritted his teeth and said, his eyes staring at Gu Feng, extremely jealous.

Since he was defeated by this stinky boy at the foot of the mountain that day, he was punished by the Mixed Yuan Patriarch to do penance in the Batu Cave, and finally came out of it, but he found that his prestige in the Wutai faction was also greatly reduced, and those dogs could not move, and they could only be driven by the magic weapon in their hands.

And this stinky boy also shared the patriarch's favor for him, and even took away the three-element sword that originally belonged to him, and so on, new hatred and old hatred, Zhu Hong hated Gu Feng to the bones, and he couldn't wait to eat his flesh raw, and he wanted Gu Feng to look good at any cost.

Zhitong's eyes swept Gu Feng, his rough face became hideous, he walked in front of Gu Feng, pretended to be respectful and saluted: "I heard that the little uncle cultivated the true solution of Baiyang and built a flawless Dao foundation, presumably the means must be extraordinary, and I also ask the little uncle to teach me a lot!"

"Shameless!" the low-level disciples on the pulpit cursed in their hearts one by one.

The junior uncle is a high senior, but he has just entered the patriarch's door, and he is already in the realm of Taoism at such a young age, and he can be called a genius in the sky.

But after all, his cultivation time is still short, how many years have you been practicing as a monk Zhitong?

For more than a hundred years, you have cultivated to the realm of the primordial womb, and the acquired mortal body has become an innate Dao body, but you keep forcing the little uncle to fight with you, don't you rely on cultivation to bully people?

"Uncle Junior, don't agree!"

"Yes, this Zhitong monk is a personal disciple of Master Tokhto, and he is rampant and domineering, don't fall for him!"

"Zhitong, don't mess around, if you anger the ancestor, can you afford the consequences?"

......

These disciples were blessed by Gu Feng's preaching and shouted one after another.

Monk Zhitong laughed cruelly, and said coldly and sarcastically: "What, don't you dare Uncle Xiao? You won't be afraid of me, a junior!"

Gu Feng's face was not shocked, and he nodded towards those disciples, but he didn't even look at Monk Zhitong.

When Monk Zhitong saw that he was being ignored like this, he was immediately furious, his eyes shrunk into a point, and he faintly exuded a dangerous aura.

Gu Feng was unconscious, his eyes swept over Zhu Hong and the others, and he smiled lightly and said, "You native chickens and dogs are not qualified to fight alone with me, let's go together!"

The plain words were like a shock, and they caused bursts of surprise.

"What?" Those disciples looked at each other in shock, not knowing where Gu Feng's confidence came from, how dare he be so big!

"Haha! Gu Feng, if you are given three points of color, you will dare to open a dyeing workshop! It is really beyond your strength!" Zhu Hong laughed as if he had seen some ridiculous joke.

The Zhitong monk also laughed angrily, "Little uncle, you can joke with your nephew! If you are afraid, just say it, and your nephew will not embarrass you! Why do you say such big things to scare yourself?"

Gu Feng's face did not fluctuate emotionally, but his eyes were deep, bursting with sharp light, which was very stinging.

"You guys are talking too much!" he sighed slowly, looking at Zhu Hong and Monk Zhitong's eyes without any emotional fluctuations, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Boom!

The flying sword came out of its sheath and turned into a silver light that flew rapidly in the air, gradually becoming a piece.

Immediately after that, it suddenly split from the middle, one into two, two into four, and four into eight...... In the end, thousands of thousands of people shot through the sky with that sharp sword light, completely submerging Zhu Hong and the others.

A heart-rending roar rang out from the sword circle.

"Sword Light Differentiation?!"