The people of Ziyun Dao were shocked when they heard this, and they didn't know if the person this Sheng Jing disciple shouted about existed.

If so, would the person have made a move?

But how can the knife be returned after it is unsheathed? He could only lay down and stab the knife forward.

"Here comes the sword!"

Chen Feng shouted indifferently into the air, and the aura in the mountains and forests suddenly boiled.

Above the clouds, a bladeless sword intent appeared, mixed with cotton-wool-like clouds, looming in the wind, following the path of the false heavenly thunder.

Bang –

The sand flew where the sword fell, and the iron knife in Lao Dao's hand was directly broken into two pieces by the sword qi, and it sank into the mire with a "poof".

"Hahaha, what can you do if you have many means, I have the pity of my predecessors, and I can't die if I want to!"

Ziyun Daoren's face turned pale, a touch of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he said in his heart that the limit was really coming.

"Death!"

Ying Wuqiu laughed wildly, and suddenly had the illusion of a child of destiny, and immediately returned to the sword and slashed directly at Lao Dao's neck.

"Since this is the case, then I am not afraid of life and death, but I pity that this life is too dirty, and I wish to come with a green light from time to time......"

The Purple Cloud Daoist sighed slightly, and met the sword blade unarmed.

He was once a young Taoist priest who devoted himself to the Tao, and liked to meditate, meditate, and copy scrolls.

Because the master died early, he became a viewer at a young age.

Although he was the only one in the view, he did not feel alone.

He is accompanied by coarse tea and light rice, meditates and studies the scriptures every day, and he is naturally comfortable with his dreams.

But one day, everything changed.

On that day, the Qingyan Guan Lord, who was thirty miles to the east, found him and asked him if he wanted to learn the supreme magic method of the Xianmen.

It is also said that there is a grand deer competition in the city, and at that time, all the cultivators will go to show their skills.

If you are lucky enough to enter the top ten, you can also have the opportunity to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Heavenly Dao Sect and read the precious Taoist scriptures that have been passed down from generation to generation by countless human sages for thousands of years.

The young Taoist priest didn't care about the false name of the world, but I have to say that he was tempted by those precious Taoist scriptures.

So he followed the Qingyan Guan Master on the road and went to the distant Zhongzhou to participate in the grand event.

The conference was very lively, but it also made him see his own insignificance.

In that battle, his opponent was a fifth-generation disciple called Iron Fist Sect located in the Northern Continent.

He made a move, and with just one move, he was beaten by the iron fist on the opposite side until his muscles and bones were broken, and he became a dying waste.

At that time, there were a lot of mocking laughter from all sides of the stands, which were very harsh and made his heart gradually cold.

But the story doesn't end there.

On the night he was carried out of the ring by the organizers of the convention, he was approached by a man dressed in red robes.

The person who came claimed to be the protector of the Heavenly Dao Sect gave him a rebirth pill, and in exchange, he was imprinted in his soul by this protector.

In the years that followed, he returned to Ziyun Temple, meditating and studying the scriptures as usual, and there was no difference except that the bones of his whole body would ache on rainy days.

But the biggest difference is that his Purple Cloud View has changed places and moved into an unknown subspace, behind a swamp full of poisonous gas.

Why move? It's ridiculous.

The Qingyan Guan Guan who took him to Zhongzhou to participate in the Deer Competition did not sign up for the competition, which he only learned later.

And within a year that he was taken to the mountains by the Dharma protector to be reborn, this Qingyan Guan Master merged his own Taoist temple and became the best place for local incense, and was even canonized as a separate view by the Heavenly Dao Sect.

The Dharma Protector asked him, do you want revenge?

He said that he wanted to, so the Dharma Protector gave him a copy of the cult book "Refining Babies and Becoming Enlightened".

Wait, what's that?!

Chen Feng's expression was suddenly stunned, and he suddenly found that there was another completely different white robe under the purple-black Dao robe of Ziyun Old Dao.

He had seen this white robe, and it was the same as the one on Cang Qingyue's body, except for the badge on his chest that represented his identity, there was almost no difference.

Is he a member of the Heavenly Dao Sect?

Grandma's, could it be that all the demons and demons in the world are related to the Heavenly Dao Sect?

"Stop, don't kill him!"

Ying Wuqiu glanced back, and found that the person who spoke was the scholar who was a male pet, and couldn't help but smile contemptuously, and the sword in his hand did not stop at all.

Holy female and male pets? But a piece of waste, what qualifications do you have to order yourself? Do you really think you are the princess of a saint?

This kind of person, once he falls out of favor, will be discarded like a rag and is worthless.

"Look for death."

Chen Feng stepped into the air, the mental power around his body boiled, and the terrifying aura suddenly overflowed the audience.

During this time, all the cultivators felt a force that destroyed the world and suddenly settled, as if the Black Mountain was pressing down and the Heavenly Pillar collapsed.

So his body stiffened, and he involuntarily fell to his knees on the ground.

An extremely vicissitudes of power descended magnificently, like a river bursting its embankment, directly shaking Ying Wuqiu, who insisted on swinging his sword, into the air.

The miasma, evil and poisonous gases were all burned out, leaving only a clear space between heaven and earth.

"Yes...... It's you...... It's you! ”

Ying Wu was like crazy, staring at Chen Feng's figure, and his brain was like being struck by lightning.

The senior who shot three times twice is this scholar who was called around by himself?

I thought that the sage who wanted to take me as an apprentice was this seemingly worthless scholar?

Before that in the courtyard, when he wanted to use the soul searching technique to see that sword clearly, wouldn't his ugly mentality have already been exposed?

I also gave him a Qi Pill, and lied to him that he could extend his life for twenty years!

No, it can't be, it's not true.

When he first entered the hospital that day, he clearly saw the bone age of this scholar, and it was definitely not more than twenty-seven years old!

Reaching the divine realm at the age of twenty-seven, what are you kidding?

So what is he, the so-called peak powerhouse of the young generation?

"You're not very good at wielding a sword, so let's change it, don't waste your talent."

Chen Feng paused: "Don't get me wrong, I'm talking about the talent of the good sword in your hand, as for you, it's the same with anything, just don't use the sword." ”

"You ......"

Ying Wuqiu felt a fiery slap on his face, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell down on his back.

At this time, Ziyun Lao Dao was slightly stunned, and there was something that should not be done.

He couldn't run away, because this was a God Realm powerhouse, but he couldn't figure it out, how could there be such a young God Realm powerhouse in the world?

But the strangest thing is, why did he spare his life?

"I ask you, where did you get your robes?"

"I sewed it with my own hands, if the immortal master likes it, you can take it, and the one I wore is still hot."

"I'm talking about the ...... inside."

Ziyun was slightly stunned, and after thinking for a moment, his face couldn't help but change, and he immediately understood his intention, so he flipped his palm in his sleeve.

Chen Feng sneered: "Do you think that without my permission, you can still commit suicide in front of me?" ”