"Okay, don't think about it so much, without further ado, come with me!" Seeing Feng Yi's brow frowning slightly, Mo Hanshan didn't give him more time to think, and turned around and walked out of the door directly.

Seeing this situation, Feng Yi hesitated a little and stepped up to follow. Although Mo Hanshan's move was a bit abrupt and a little incomprehensible, the other party was the core elder of Qingxuanzong and his uncle, no matter what, he would not be harmed after all.

Under the cover of night, two ghostly figures crossed the walls of Cloud City one after the other, and swept towards the Genting Mountains beyond the clouds.

"That's it, that's it!"

After about a stick of incense, Mo Hanshan stopped in a small valley on the outskirts of the Genting Mountains with Feng Rebellion.

"I don't know what kind of stunt Uncle Mo is going to pass on to me?" After briefly looking at the surrounding environment, Feng Wei said.

"Hehe!" Mo Hanshan smiled slightly: "I passed on this stunt of yours to be called 'Xuanyin Palm'!"

"Xuanyin Palm?" Feng Yi frowned slightly: "As far as I know, our Qingxuan Sect doesn't seem to have a trick called 'Xuanyin Palm', right?"

As a disciple of the sect master, all the martial arts above the rank in the Qingxuan Sect are basically well understood, but there is no martial arts called the 'Xuanyin Palm', besides, everyone in the Qingxuan Sect knows that Uncle Mo is a pure swordsman, and his martial arts are all on the knife, and he has never heard of any powerful fist kung fu. This made Feng Wei more and more confused.

Facing the doubts of the rebellion, a subtle hint flashed in Mo Hanshan's eyes, and he smiled: "You're right, there is indeed no set called 'Xuanyin Palm' in the Qingxuan Sect, because this 'Xuanyin Palm' is the martial arts of our Yin-Yang Sect!"

As soon as the "Gong" was exported, the whole person of "Mo Hanshan" suddenly disappeared from the sight of Feng Yi.

"Not good!"

Feng Yi was shocked, and the lightning retreated without hesitation. But after all, he was still a step too slow, and a cold palm came out of the void and slapped heavily on his right shoulder.

"Peng!"

In an instant, Feng Yi felt that an extremely cold true qi rushed into his body like a mountain and a sea, and the whole person suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and flew out upside down. While flying upside down, he was shocked to see that the mouthful of blood he had just spit out had instantly condensed into a piece of cold blood ice.

Rumble!

In the next second, Feng Wei's back slammed into a big tree the size of a bucket, and the big tree directly broke off at the waist, but Feng Wei stood in front of this slow force.

"Poof!"

Two mouthfuls of blood mixed with ice slag spit out, and Feng Wei felt that his whole body was about to be frozen, cold and boneless, and even the blood and true qi faintly began to coagulate. However, at this time, he didn't have time to carefully check his injuries, so he had to forcibly use the "Seven Killing True Qi" to temporarily suppress the cold qi in his body, and stared at the "Mohan Mountain" more than ten feet away with his eyes, filled with anger.

Surprised, he never expected that there would be someone in this world whose camouflage skills could reach such a superb state, whether it was appearance, body shape, breath, temperament, etc., everything was exactly the same as the real Mo Hanshan, and even his heart and eyes did not see the flaws. The angry thing is that from the palm of the other party just now, it can be judged that the other party is definitely a martial artist in the late stage of Ling Jue or even in the late stage of Ling Jue, and a master in the late stage of Ling Jue actually used this way to sneak attack his junior, such a shameless behavior is simply shameful to the extreme.

"Hehe, if you can eat my 'Xuanyin Palm' and not die, you can really be regarded as a top genius of the younger generation!" As he spoke, the figure and temperament of "Mo Han Mountain" slowly changed in a strange way, and just as the words fell, the original "Mo Han Mountain" had become the four elders of the Yin Yang Sect who had appeared in the competition field before.

"It's you!"

Feng Yi's eyes were full of murderous intent, and at the same time, a hint of surprise flashed. Obviously, it was in the first round of the points competition that he was too eye-catching, so that the people of the Yin-Yang Sect had the intention of strangling him, a future disaster, and the people of the Yin-Yang Sect did not dare to do anything in Xiaoyun City, so they used means to lure him here. It's just that the four elders of the dignified Yin Yang Sect, the master of the late stage of Ling Jue, actually used such an unsightly means to sneak attack one of his juniors in the realm of dust, which is really shameful.

Facing Feng Yi's murderous eyes, the four elders of the Yin-Yang Sect didn't care at all, but just pretended to sigh: "To be honest, you are indeed a rare top genius, even Yifeng is not as good as you, but unfortunately, the more genius you are, the more my Yin-Yang Sect can't allow you to grow up, not only you, but also that Han Fei, you must die!"

"If you want me to die, then let me die first!"

The rolling killing machine surged, and Feng Yi did not hesitate to blast out the strongest trick he currently mastered.

"The three unique forces of the proud gods - the opening of the mountain!"

One punch out, the vastness, the power is mighty, endless. This punch gathers all the power of the seal, the physical strength, the hidden dragon strength, and the ancient fist intent. As soon as the fist came out, it was like putting itself in the ancient wilderness, collapsing the mountains and cracking the ground, and it was unstoppable.

"Dying throes!"

The four elders of the Yin-Yang Sect smiled coldly. With a press of his palm towards the seal, the infinite Xuanbing appeared from the void, like a sharp sword, densely stabbing at the seal!

Feng Yi's expression did not change at all, and under the activation of his heart, the dense Xuanbing trajectory was immediately clear in his heart, and then, the whole person saw the stitches and needles, and unscathed to avoid the cold sword that covered the sky and the sun.

"Huh?" Feng Rebell's means of passing through the sky and ice greatly surprised the four elders of the Yin Yang Sect, and immediately, his right hand shook, and one palm slapped straight towards Feng Rebell's fist.

"Meet!"

Feng Yi's fist hit the palms of the four elders of the Yin Yang Sect squarely. With this hard fight, Feng Yi once again felt a terrifying cold current suddenly coming from the palms of the four elders of the Yin Yang Sect, and in just an instant, the entire arm was already covered with a layer of white frost, and the whole person seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, and even the outside of his body was covered with a layer of frost.

However, under the blow of Feng Rebellion's full strength, the four elders of the Yin Yang Sect were also shocked by the terrifying power on Feng Rebellion's fist and retreated half a step.

"It seems that I still underestimate you a little bit, even though you are seriously injured!" The four elders of the Yin Yang Sect looked at Feng Yi coldly, and the murderous intent in his eyes was even worse.

Feng Wei was silent, his body shook slightly, and the frost outside his body was shaken off and fell to the ground with a "bang, bang, bang". The previous sneak attack had already injured him a lot, after all, at that time, he was almost unsuspecting, and he was hit head-on by the four elders of the Yin Yang Sect in the late stage of Ling Jue. If it weren't for the fact that he was wearing a low-grade spirit weapon inner armor, coupled with the powerful physical defense of the "Glass Battle Body", he would probably be killed directly.

And the hard fight just now made him even more injured, and the cold qi that was forcibly suppressed in his body began to faintly uncontrollable. If this Yin Yang Sect Fourth Elder was a martial artist in the middle stage of Ling Jue, he might still be able to fight to the death, but facing a master in the late stage of Ling Jue, he was far from enough at present.

"Click!"

Suddenly, the momentum on the four elders of the Yin Yang Sect rose suddenly, and immediately, the air around Feng Yi began to solidify, and the whole person was also tightly suppressed by this sudden momentum, and it was difficult to move an inch. And what made Feng Reverse even more moved was that even the ethereal heaven and earth essence around him was actually controlled by the other party, turning into a wall that could not be seen by the naked eye, and pressed heavily towards him.

"Directly manipulating the essence of heaven and earth, is this the method of the strong man in the late stage of Ling Jue, it is really powerful!" At this moment, Feng Wei finally determined that he was not the opponent of the four elders of the Yin Yang Sect at all, and the gap was too big.

"Die!"

The cold voice sounded, and the four elders of the Yin-Yang Sect simply slapped out their palms, and in an instant, the void shook endlessly, and the heavens and the earth changed color. The calm void instantly turned into a turbulent sea, and boundless waves were generated from nothingness, surging towards the seal one after another, and the power was simply shattered, irresistible!

At this moment, Feng Yi seemed to feel that he was making enemies of heaven and earth!

There are geniuses and land, and there are people with land. Heaven and earth are the most mysterious and unfathomable existences, the power of heaven and earth, how can mortals resist it?

"If heaven and earth want to kill me, then I will go against the sky!" Feng Yi's face was calm and waveless, and a huge wave was set off in his heart, and his palms moved, and his left and right fists struck out at the same time.

"The three unique forces of the proud gods - divide the sea potential!"

Since entering the realm of dust, Feng Yi has begun to cultivate the "Dividing Sea Potential", although he has only cultivated this trick to the middle stage for most of the year, but the power is three points more powerful than the "Mountain Opening Potential" in the Dacheng period.

This punch came out, and the strength soared, like the waves of the sea, breaking everything, and like a tornado hurricane, sweeping the sky. A round of dark blue fist prints broke through the space, and with the momentum of pushing the mountains and reclaiming the sea, they sturdily collided with the palm slapped by the four elders of the Yin Yang Sect.

Card rub!

Unexpectedly, this seemingly mighty and boundless blue fist mark was instantly blasted into pieces as soon as it came into contact with the palm wind of the four elders of the Yin Yang Sect.

"Huh?" Even the four elders of the Yin-Yang Sect couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Originally, when he saw Feng Rebellion's display of this move, he thought that this move must be extremely powerful. Who knows, it is actually an "embroidered pillow", which is useless, and the strength contained in it is not at the same level as the previous confrontation, and it is even inferior to the strength of an ordinary attack.

However, the four elders of the Yin Yang Sect didn't think much about it, just when Feng Reyi had exhausted his skills, after easily smashing the blue fist mark, the offensive did not decrease, as if the palm containing the power of the tsunami slapped down on Feng Reyi's head with a terrifying aura of death, trying to directly bombard it on the spot.