After Cao Feng finished speaking, there was silence in the room.

The young Taoist priest who had forgotten the truth thought he had heard it wrong.

He turned his head to look at the elders of the Cold Mountain Sect on the side.

The other party opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't make a sound, just smiled bitterly.

The Taoist priest's movements were slightly stiff, and he turned his head to look at Hui Tianyu and Cao Feng again.

He laughed angrily: "What did you call Poor Dao just now?"

Hui Tianyu took a step forward at this time and replied before Cao Feng: "Senior Brother Cao just relayed the original words, and he himself has no disrespect for the Dao Master. ”

The young Taoist sneered, but seemed to disdain to follow back to Tianyu and Cao Feng, the two peers, and instead turned his head to look at the elder of the Cold Mountain Sect.

"Let's just say that what they say is true, what are you going to do about this party?"

The old man let out a long breath: "In this matter, the old man can't be the master, and he needs to see the decision of the head of the sect." ”

Seeing Cao Feng appear, the old man had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Cao Feng is unscrupulous, reckless and arrogant, and has a lot of dissatisfaction with forgetting the truth.

It was actually him who came down the mountain, and it was clear what the mountain meant.

The young Taoist priest sneered: "Poor Dao said before, ask the head of your family to come and meet in person, but now what about others?"

He looked around at the people around him: "It seems that you have found a new backer, so that you have the confidence to turn your back on your own view?"

Cao Feng also sneered: "Dao Chief's words are serious, this faction has found a backer, but it is not a new backer." ”

Senior Brother Cao...... "Hui Tianyu doesn't want to directly conflict with the other party.

But Cao Feng waved his hand: "Just say it directly." ”

He looked at the disciple in front of him:

"How did your faction ever become our supporter? ”

The disciple of Forget the Truth Guan laughed: "I don't know the height of the sky, it's rare to have a little self-knowledge. ”

Cao Feng hehele: "It's you who don't have self-knowledge, compared with Chang'an City, you don't even deserve to lift your shoes." ”

"Hehe, it's just swallowing the Tang Army of Longbei County. ”

The young Taoist priest shook his head: "However, you are also frank. ”

At the same time, he smiled.

And his figure, at this time, in the eyes of the three people of the Hanshan Sect, suddenly became illusory, distorted, like a cloud of smoke, about to disappear in place.

At the same time, just behind Cao Feng, there was no sound, and there seemed to be clouds and smoke floating in the air, condensing into an arm.

On his arm, he wore half of the sleeves of his robe, and his five fingers stood together, poking at the back of Cao Feng's neck.

The clouds and smoke changed, the hand knife poked, and the movements seemed to be gentle and slow, but in fact they were as fast as lightning.

The three of Cao Feng, who had practiced martial arts for many years, didn't even have time to notice such a sudden and hidden move.

However, they don't need to be aware either.

At the moment when the young Taoist priest's body changed in front of him, the long sword on Cao Feng's waist was unsheathed.

Like lightning piercing the night sky, Cao Feng's sword was faster than the other party's sneak attack!

The young Taoist priest was shocked.

He is a true heir.

The Taoist magic of the master has been cultivated by him to the best of it.

The concept of forgetting the truth is located in the holy land of the four great avenues in the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and the unique learning passed on is naturally exquisite.

The clouds of smoke change, the shape changes, and everything is only in an instant.

The Hanshan faction is no more than a small hill in Qinzhou Mansion, Longbei County.

The Hanshan Sword Technique has some merit in the eyes of the disciples of the Forgetting Truth Concept, but that's all.

The two sides fought, and the inheritance of the Hanshan faction was undoubtedly crushed by the Forgetfulness of the Truth.

Normally, the young Taoist priest's trick of phantom smoke shifting was unleashed, and the whole person turned into clouds and disappeared in place.

Then appeared behind Cao Feng, and with a dragon poke in Taoist boxing, he hit Cao Feng in the back of the neck and broke his cervical vertebrae on the spot.

The strength of the three people of the Hanshan faction could not touch the corners of his clothes at all.

He concocted the same method, one at a time, and killed all three fanatics in front of him.

That's how it should have been.

But now, Cao Feng slashed his sword, and the speed was obviously faster than the young Taoist priest expected.

He cast the phantom smoke to transform his shape, and before his body completely disappeared in place, Cao Feng stabbed out with a lightning sword.

While his body rushed forward, he dodged the Taoist priest's poke from behind.

Then a sword stabbed at the young Taoist priest's body, which had not completely disappeared in place.

No blood was spilled.

The clouds and smoke suddenly shattered and drifted away, like a dream bubble.

The young Taoist priest's dragon poke did not hit Cao Feng.

Cao Feng's sword also failed.

But the young Taoist priest was shocked into a cold sweat.

Thankfully, he was cautious.

Before turning his face, he habitually secretly performed an illusion technique first.

The spell reversed the light and shadow, blinding the perception of the three people of the Hanshan Sect, making them misjudge the position of the young Taoist.

Cao Feng missed with a sword.

At this moment, the illusion technique was cracked, and the true figure of the young Taoist priest appeared on the side.

The poke dragon hand failed, and he urgently needed to change his moves.

However, two more lightning bolts suddenly lit up the night sky.

The Taoist priest only had time to block one of the "lightnings".

But another lightning-like sword light pierced through his shoulder blades and nailed the Taoist priest directly to the wall of the room.

He looked at Hui Tianyu in front of him in shock: "The swordsmanship of the three of you is not the Hanshan swordsmanship!"

It was Hui Tianyu and the elder of the Cold Mountain Sect who took out the sword with Cao Feng.

Now that they have already started, there is no need to keep it any longer, and the three of them will go all out together.

Exactly the same Night Terror Sword, lightning lit up the night sky three times, killing the young Taoist priest by surprise.

Cao Feng walked up to the other party at this time, smiled and patted his cheek:

"I said that you are not backers, Chang'an City is, now you understand why?"

His face was full of joy and excitement.

Although the opponent was not injured under his sword, if the opponent hadn't been cautious just now and prepared an illusion technique early to guard against it, Cao Feng's first sword might have directly made a contribution.

The other party is not the descendant of the Mountain Tiger Hall and the Thunderbolt Sect, but the Taoist Holy Land Forgetful Truth.

As a result, he was injured under the Night Terror Sword.

Chang'an City is really unfathomable.

If we can make more meritorious deeds, will we have more and better rewards?

As long as he thought about it, Cao Feng felt dizzy.

"Spare his life first, take him back to Chang'an, and hand it over to Mr. Wu for disposal. Hui Tianyu said calmly on the side.

The elder of the Cold Mountain Sect looked at the young Taoist priest with a slightly complicated expression, but finally nodded: "That's how it should be." ”

He called back Tianyu and Cao Feng to take each other up the mountain first, while he himself regathered the disciples of the Hanshan Sect who had returned to Qinzhou Mansion.

Next, there may be another big war, and the Hanshan faction is afraid that it is not suitable to continue to stay in Qinzhou for the time being.

After Chang'an City and Forgetfulness Guan are separated, it will be the time for them to make a comeback.

When the group returned to the city, the disciple of the Forgotten Truth was escorted to Mr. Wuyun, who was dressed in black.

Zhang Dongyun glanced at the young Taoist priest, and the corners of his mouth faintly hooked up a smile.

"Inform him that the elders will come and talk. ”