Feng Yu was speechless, am I doing this for the people, why do you look at me like this one by one.

Most of the people went to chase the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast, and Feng Yu and they wandered around the stone forest.

Originally, they wanted to see it, but then they thought about it.

Just passed, not to mention the other monks, even the major repairs in the transformation realm period have several several.

Even if they really touched the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast, it wouldn't be their turn.

Besides, they still have the moon to pity, which makes it even more dangerous.

So they didn't go at all, just wandered around the stone forest.

After about three hours, it was dark. The monks who had gone to hunt down the Vermilion Bird Beast gradually returned.

Obviously, no one could catch up with the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast.

Suddenly, there was a mournful roar from the camp where Chaotian Sect was stationed. Feng Yu and the others quietly walked over.

Chaotian Sect had three people back, and they were all covered in blood, so it could be seen that they had just fought with someone.

They were ragged and looked very embarrassed. In this case, eighty percent of them ate a deflated outside.

The white-haired old cultivator and the other two were cleaning the battlefield while looking for someone to ask about the situation at that time.

Because they are small sects, they have arrested a lot of female disciples of the big sect this time, so they don't dare to speak out.

It didn't take long for them to seem to know something.

The white-haired old cultivator at the head yelled, "Two little rabbit cubs, if you have a kind, give it to me!"

Some monks from other sects snickered, who told you to do what kind of things to bully men and women on weekdays, and to be despicable.

Now it's all right, retribution.

The main force is not there, and the hometown was directly served by two young men, which is really lucky.

There is a saying that the cycle of retribution is unpleasant, and we people have been unaccustomed to seeing you for a long time.

The white-haired old man clenched his fists and knocked a loose cultivator next to him away.

"Look at it! Irrelevant people get out of here!"

Feng Yu stared at the old cultivator, just such a person, falling into a situation like a lost dog, and not forgetting to bully the weak.

What a super scumbag.

The white-haired old cultivator's cultivation is very high, and he is the monk who is about to reach the transformation realm.

He didn't dare to go to those big sects, so he killed the lowly cultivators here to vent his anger.

"Ahh

Not to be outdone, the other two monks stepped forward to hunt down the onlookers.

"You come out to Lao Tzu! If you dare to kill the people of my Chaotian Sect, I will punish you Nine Clans!"

"Ahh

But this scream was familiar to him, it seemed to be the voice of his own people.

The white-haired old cultivator looked back and found that one of his subordinates had his neck broken by a teenager.

Just now, he also asked who killed the people of their Chaotian Sect.

The next moment, that person stood up and killed a person from your Chaotian Sect in front of him.

It was a naked, naked slap in the face, and it was done in front of most of the monks.

"You!how dare you?" the white-haired old cultivator pointed at Feng Yu, his hand trembling a little.

Wind Feather instantly flashed in front of another monk, and the monk was immediately taken down by Wind Feather and couldn't move.

is also a monk in the early stage of Hedao, and in front of Feng Yu, he is like a local chicken and a dog, and he can kill him when he raises his hand.

Feng Yu grabbed the monk by the neck and smiled, "What do I dare? Of course I dare? Do you want me to demonstrate again?"

As he spoke, Feng Yu let go of the monk in his hand a little, and the monk hurriedly said, "Dad, save me!"

Hmm? This guy is the son of that old thing? Feng Yu glanced at the young man in his hand seriously.

He smiled and said, "Hey." Why are you so handsome, why is your father so ugly? Is your uncle next door surnamed Wang?"

Some of the monks next to him stifled their laughter, this guy was really ruthless.

I just slapped the white-haired old Xiu on the left side of his face, and now I slapped him on the right side.

And it's the crisp and loud kind.

The white-haired old cultivator's eyes showed a sinister look, and now he just wanted to put his son down first.

He spoke: "Young man, I don't know where our Chaotian Sect offended you, today you let my son go, I don't blame the past." ”

The inheritance of the wind in the Wind Feather Dantian is all hehe, you are so powerful, you know that you can play yin with him.

You are not guilty of the past, have you thought about his feelings, you have not thought about his feelings, then have you thought about my feelings.

During the days when Li'er was arrested, Lao Tzu was abused every day.

If that kid is not to blame in the past, Lao Tzu will find a piece of tofu and kill him.

Feng Yu didn't cut the white-haired old cultivator, but stared at the man in his hand, "What do I ask you?

The young man had a bitter face, and if he hadn't, his head might have moved immediately.

He had no choice but to say, "Yes!"

Hahaha! Some monks of the sect could not hold back any longer and burst out laughing.

This slap was loud enough! Ruthless enough! Bright enough! Swept away the depression in my heart.

The white-haired old Xiu's face was flushed, and his Adam's apple was floating, but he couldn't help it.

From Feng Yu's decisive and clean move, it can be seen that if he doesn't agree with a word, he has a high chance of killing people directly.

Feng Yu's hand clenched a little tighter, and said, "How can I listen to your voice, you seem to be lying to me?"

The monk hurriedly said, "No, no." There really is an uncle surnamed Wang next door to my house. ”

Hahaha! Even some casual cultivators couldn't help but laugh.

Feng Yu looked at the white-haired old cultivator with a smile.

On weekdays, you bully men and women and do all kinds of evil. Today I'm going to insult and insult you, and see how you react.

I'm just going to put your self-esteem on the ground and stomp on it again and again. See if you're uncomfortable.

The white-haired old cultivator gasped, couldn't control it for a while, and roared: "The old man will definitely kill you!"

Feng Yu deliberately took a few steps back and shouted, "Yo! I'm so scared! I'm so afraid that you will kill me." Why don't you kill me first?"

Poof! Lao Xiu had just fought a big battle, and he already had internal injuries.

was slapped like this by Feng Yu, and the white-haired old cultivator couldn't suppress the injury and spit out a mouthful of blood directly.

At this time, if his vision could kill, Wind Feather would have died hundreds of times.

The white-haired old cultivator's voice was low, "If you have a kind, let me go, and the old man will fight alone with you!"

The monks next to him looked at the white-haired old cultivator. Let that young man fight alone with you, you are really good.

You shouted to a young man in the Dao Realm, come, let's fight alone. Enough to hold, bold!

Lao Tzu is really convinced, and finally saw what it means to die without bark, and people are invincible in the world.

Feng Yu looked up at the old cultivator and said, "Okay, I'll let your son go." ”

He pushed the man out of his hand, and the monk had surprise in his eyes, and he sped towards the white-haired old cultivator.

"Dad, catch him, I'm going to break him into pieces!"

The voice came from the bottom of my heart, trembling with a sense of rebirth.

"Ahh

The moment the old cultivator hugged him, he let out a scream, as if his spine had collapsed.

The white-haired old cultivator found that the son in his hand was as soft as a dough, and the bones all over his body were shattered.

Right now, you can't live if you don't die.

Feng Yu said loudly: "He can't die, I said, let him go, let him go, and never break his word." ”

Some loose cultivators sweated for Feng Yu, big brother. You didn't kill him, but you beat him like that, no one is a ghost, no ghost. You might as well kill him!

Brother, while the old fellow is still grieving, run for your life.

The white-haired old cultivator emitted wisps of soft Dao power in his hands, protecting all his son's muscles and bones from secondary injury.

He gently placed the monk on the ground, and then looked at Feng Yu with a solemn gaze, "Boy, I'm going to make you regret coming to this world later. ”

Feng Yu laughed, stepped on the dragon step and ran forward. The white-haired old cultivator immediately chased after him.

With the experience of dodging the enemy countless times before, Feng Yu turned left and right, and for a full quarter of an hour, that old cultivator did not catch up with Feng Yu.

However, the distance between him and Wind Feather is getting closer and closer.

Finally, Wind Feather stopped in a rocky pit.

The white-haired old cultivator strode forward and drank: "You still have a friend in the Dao Period, ask him to come out and die together." ”

He knew that if Feng Yu stopped here, there would be an ambush, but his cultivation had almost reached the realm of transformation, and he was not afraid of ambushes.

At this time, Yutai Phantom appeared from behind the white-haired old cultivator and said, "No, today, it is you who died." ”

Wind Feather rushed in front of him with a swift step, using his physical advantage to fight him in close quarters.

After the white-haired old cultivator and Feng Yu exchanged a few palms, his arms were sore, if he hadn't used his Dao power to protect his body, his arms would probably be useless.

He was shocked in his heart, what kind of character is this young man, he is close to the transformation realm and cultivated, and there is nothing he can do about his physical body.

Thinking of this, the white-haired old cultivator stepped back. It was not a wise choice to melee with this teenager.

Boom! Yutai Phantom punched over, and the white-haired old cultivator kicked it without even thinking about it.

This kick is full of strength, and any monk who is in harmony with the Tao will fall.

He thought to himself that unless your physical body was as perverted as the monk in front of you, you would definitely die.

However, this is not possible.

When his foot touched the fist of the fan, he knew that this kick was going to kill the boy, and he thought too much.

A sharp pain came from his feet, and he gritted his teeth and slapped back, flying off into the distance.

"It's strange that his foot hasn't been broken. ”

Hearing this sentence, the white-haired old cultivator almost vomited another mouthful of blood.

What kind of people I met today!

Since ancient times, there have been almost no monks with perverted physiques. But I ran into it today, and it was like winning the super jackpot, and I ran into two.

Thankfully, I came out, and you two waited for me.

The white-haired old cultivator opened his mouth and spit out a treasure seal, and the treasure seal turned into a small mountain in the blink of an eye, and pressed towards Feng Yu and them.

"Young Master, be careful!"

Seeing that the situation was critical, Li'er ran over.

When the old cultivator saw the pity, his eyes showed a fierce light. It was because of her that so many monks of Chaotian Sect were killed.

It was because of her that her son was beaten and crippled, and he couldn't take care of himself.

He threw himself at Li'er, and the vicious color was very distinct.