Luan Xiaoyao frowned when she heard this.

She was pretty sure that she had never met the unusually confident guy in front of her.

The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Souls Town looked at Luan Xiaoyao with an inquiry in his eyes.

These days.

Because of Luan Xiaoyao's provocative appearance, it's not the first time I've encountered this kind of monk who is in a hurry to talk, but in the past, they were all obscene uncles who were attracted by her double ponytail, but today this one is different...

At first, the two were a little patient.

Just said something to drive people away, and later, as long as he learned that the intention was not pure, the ancestor of Ten Thousand Souls Town would directly beat people away, or even kill them directly.

The master and apprentice have a tacit understanding.

"Master, I don't know this person." Luan Xiaoyao said lightly towards her master.

Hearing this answer, the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Souls Town immediately understood.

Don't say a word of nonsense anymore, waving your hand is a fierce wind.

"Senior, don't do it, you're not a bad person!" Chen Feng saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly explained.

But he still said it was a little late.

History is always strikingly similar.

When his words fell, the people were also blown out by the wind!

"It's a pity that there is still a king-level cultivation!"

"At a young age, there are some talents that can't wait to tie up with the high-ranking people, this kind of person is eager for quick success, and it is impossible to achieve much ......"

The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Souls Town was slightly surprised, but he still shook his head, without a trace of regret in his heart.

Such a young genius, he has seen countless in his life, and there are few who can make a difference.

Luan Xiaoyao didn't care either.

Wang Jie's cultivation is just that, and it is not as good as her two years ago.

Not to mention that two years ago, at night in the capital of Dajing, the masked boy I saw was about the same age as myself, and now the world-famous Tianji Pavilion is dedicated to adults...

So it seems.

How could Chen Feng get into her eyes?

The small episode did not stop the two of them.

This time he went to Heavenly Dome Mountain, and the ancestor of Ten Thousand Souls Town wanted his apprentice to compete for the place of ascending to the underworld.

Originally, Luan Xiaoyao was not sure in her heart, but the confident and young monk she met along the way made her feel more confident.

If all the people who participated in the selection were like this...

Then you can definitely be chosen!

"Let's go."

The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Souls Town glanced at the direction in which Chen Feng flew out and didn't care.

His blow just now didn't kill anyone, if a king-level monk was thrown to death like this, it could only be said that the other party was too unlucky.

The evil cultivators in Ten Thousand Souls Town do things entirely by their hearts, so they naturally don't care about such trivial matters.

The two continued to set off towards Heavenly Dome Mountain.

...

Not far away, Chen Feng flew a long way upside down and crashed straight into a boulder.

Bang!

Chen Feng smashed his head down on the boulder.

Grass, why do you shoot again if you don't agree with each other?

Chen Feng, whose head was stuck in the boulder, was infinitely sad and angry in his heart.

This is the second time he has encountered such a situation.

Obviously, it used to be a chance, but now it is more and more unlucky.

If it weren't for the fact that he had used his True Qi to protect his body early, just hitting this boulder would have hurt him a lot.

"Hiss~ah!"

Chen Feng held the boulder with both hands and pulled his head hard.

Because of his posture, it took him a long time to finally pull out his head like a turnip.

"That's unlucky!"

Chen Feng sat slumped beside the boulder, his hair scattered, and the handsome image that had just been taken care of was instantly the same as that of a flower child, and he was miserable.

"Squeak!"

A small rock fell beside him.

Chen Feng looked up and saw a monkey grimacing at him.

"People are good and are bullied!"

"Even a monkey came to laugh at me?"

Chen Feng was so angry that he grabbed the small stone and wanted to throw it back.

The moment he picked up the stone, he suddenly felt a powerful aura fluctuation.

"It's!"

He stared at the stone in his hand with wide eyes, and his eyes could not hide his shock.

Fragments of the Imperial Magic Weapon!

This small stone turned out to be a fragment of an emperor-level magic weapon!

Even if it is just a fragment of a magic weapon, as long as it is fully activated, it can also stimulate some of its power.

A fragment of an emperor-level magic weapon must be better than an ordinary king-level magic weapon.

It's good to come out and wander.

In the past, Chen Feng, where did he dare to think that he could have the treasures of the emperor rank!

"It's back!"

"It's all back again!"

"The opportunities that belong to me Chen Feng are all back!" Chen Feng felt that he could do it again.

He looked up at the monkey who had just thrown the stone, only to find that the monkey was gone.

"It's a pity!"

"If you follow that monkey, you might have a great chance."

"But now is not the time to look for monkeys, my chance is there!"

Chen Feng raised his head and looked in the direction of Heavenly Dome Mountain with burning eyes.

This time, he wisely did not choose to go up the mountain from the previous path.

He was afraid of meeting that pair of master and apprentice again.

In case he was sent flying again and missed the opportunity to be promoted, he would cry to death.

had to go around in a big circle.

Chen Feng finally came to the foot of Tianqiong Mountain again.

At this moment, three figures suddenly descended from the sky above Tianqiong Mountain.

One person is demonic, with long hair all over the sky, wanton and wild, as long as he looks at it, it is like being targeted by a fierce beast of the world.

One person is gloomy, and his whole body is hidden under the black robe.

Only a pair of eyes loomed under the black robe, and anyone who saw those eyes was cold, like falling into the nine shadows.

One of them had horns, was tall and mighty, and looked a little honest.

But the momentum is not lost to the first two at all, and there is even a faint red light flashing under the skin, like a fire!

...

At the foot of the mountain, countless young monks looked up.

At this time, how did they not know that these three people were the legendary ferrymen.

That's where their chances come in.

Each one of them is an existence that they can't hope for!

"I want to ascend to the Demon Realm! I have a trace of dragon blood in my body, as long as I can fly to the demon realm, I will definitely turn into a dragon in the future and soar for nine days! ”

"I, my innate control over the divine soul is different from ordinary people, and I can definitely attract the attention of the Underworld Messenger!"

"I love the Demon Realm...... There's no reason, I just can! ”

"Don't dream about one or two! With your poor talent, it is simply wishful thinking to be chosen by the Messenger! ”

Many shouted out their dreams, obsessive and fanatical.

Of course, there are also those who are cynical.

People in a corner wanted to yell back, but when they saw the person who was making the mocking words, they closed their mouths one by one.

"I am the Holy Son of the Netherworld Sect, if anyone is not convinced by me, they can come to me to practice before the selection of envoys."

"As long as you dare to come, I will definitely play with you."

A man in black looked at everyone furiously.

He has this strength and this confidence.

The Holy Son of the Netherworld Sect, a peak cultivator of the royal rank, was the highest cultivator among all the young people in the field.

Everyone dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, so they could only bury their heads and continue to hurry.

They don't want to make a fuss and affect the final selection.

Chen Feng looked at the rampant performance of the Holy Son of the Netherworld Sect, if he had changed the past, he would definitely step forward to teach people a lesson, and a good person would show up in front of him...... After all, he can challenge beyond the ranks, and it will not be a problem at all to win this Holy Son!

With the royal rank inheritance he had just obtained, as well as the fragments of the royal rank magic weapon, he thought he had this strength.

But now he sighed and didn't step forward.

Because before that, there are more important things to do.

He is no longer a hot-blooded teenager, he wants to become more mature.

Chen Feng looked up at the three figures in the sky.

There was a blazing heat in his eyes!

One day, I will be like these immortal figures, trampling all living beings under my feet...... Life and death, let me do it!