Feeling the aura of this group of people, Lin Changfeng frowned slightly.

In the early stage of foundation building, nearly forty Eight Apertures Consummation Realm, the killing intent on this group of people was very strong, far more than ordinary monks.

Turning his head to look at the Heavenly Master on the elder's seat, Lin Changfeng handed over a look, as if to say, can this group of people be killed?

Sensing Lin Changfeng's eyes, the Heavenly Master shook his head lightly.

Getting the answer that he couldn't kill, Lin Changfeng sighed gloomily.

Obviously, there can't be a death battle on top of the Monkey War, and Lin Changfeng is not very familiar with it, everything he has learned is mainly about killing.

Pushing Bai Yue back, Lin Changfeng said indifferently: "I've been waiting for you for a long time." It's just that the assassination organization definitely doesn't have such strength, and I wonder if the Broken Sword Gate is also among them. ”

None of them answered Lin Changfeng's words, their eyes were firm, and their eyes flashed with murderous intent.

On the side, Ye Que slowly raised his steps, but just as he was about to take a step, a young man's arrogant voice suddenly sounded.

"Ye Que, I saw that you were unhappy at the imperial capital airport."

Turning his head to look, Ye Que found that Lin Weizhi, who had an arrogant face, was walking towards him step by step, with the spiritual power surging on his body, and the other party's cultivation was not low, and he was at the peak of the early stage of foundation building.

With a little unpleasant snort, Ye Que met Lin Weizhi's gaze and reminded: "You have to think clearly, your Lin family's relationship with him is not ordinary, are you sure you want to do it?" ”

Lin Weizhi glanced at Lin Changfeng lightly, a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, and he sneered: "With his strength, it will be fine, I just want to learn from you now!" ”

After speaking, his speed suddenly increased, and in an instant, a straight punch drove the whistling wind, without the slightest hand, as if he was venting the anger in his heart.

Ye Que tapped the ground with his toes, and the whole person fell backwards like a phantom, after dodging this punch, Lin Weizhi was obviously not ready to give Ye Que any chance to chase after the victory.

Luo Mengyi stepped a little and struck towards Lin Changfeng, the spiritual power under his feet surged, and pieces of illusory lotus flowers appeared, which was extremely beautiful.

Just as she was leaving, a figure struck him with a furious force, and the spiritual power surged in the wind, and then exploded in the air.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, Luo Mengyi's eyebrows on his indifferent face raised slightly, and he looked at a figure in the middle of the field.

"Your opponent is me."

A young man with a thin body, a soft and weak voice, a pale face, and a sickly young man stood up, and he exuded the peak cultivation of the early stage of foundation building.

Frowning slightly, in the face of such a cultivator, it was impossible for her to end the battle quickly, turning her head to look at Lin Changfeng, she had just taken her eyes off the other party, and another spiritual power qi mass was coming.

The willow eyebrows opened lightly, her toes tapped the ground, and the whole person turned into a Taoist afterimage and swept into the distance.

Obviously, the other party is forcing her to stay away from Lin Changfeng, and she is most distressed in the face of such an opponent.

"For me, it's better not to be distracted, it's a pity for a beauty like you to die." After the sick man said this, he coughed several times, like a dying man, struggling at the end.

In the audience, many people looked at the young man standing with Luo Mengyi, their faces full of doubts.

"Who is this guy? It's so strong! ”

"Yes, I've never seen it, he seems to be able to compress spiritual power and use it as a cannon."

"I seem to have seen this strange attack somewhere, but I can't remember it."

Everyone turned their heads to each other, hoping to get an explanation of what was going on with the sick young man.

"Old Ye, do you know who this person is?" Qin Hui sat in a wheelchair, and they didn't care about Lin Changfeng's side from beginning to end.

It is absolute trust and recognition of Lin Changfeng.

It's just these people, they don't have to worry about Lin Changfeng's danger at all, and naturally set their eyes on that young man.

Ye Tianxia also looked at the young man with interest, shook his head and said, "I don't know, it shouldn't be the person from the assassination organization, the person from the Broken Sword Gate, you need to ask the Heavenly Master." ”

The eyes of the three of them fell on the Heavenly Master, and they found that the other party was just watching quietly and did not answer.

Feeling the gaze of several people, the Heavenly Master turned his head and smiled: "Don't look at me, I don't know about intelligence, you need to ask Duan Yun." ”

As he spoke, an old ghost in a gray robe, with messy hair and unkempt eyes, walked over, holding a fritter in his hand, and his mouth was full of oil.

Looking at each other's appearance, Qin Huishen and the three of them didn't have the face to look at it.

The old ghost walked leisurely, looking at the battle below, and scolded from time to time, not having the appearance of one of the five elders at all, as if he was a loose cultivator.

Walking up to a few people, the old ghost rubbed his oily hand on the robe, and then sighed his fingers unsatisfactorily.

"After investigating, that kid is a person secretly cultivated by the Broken Sword Gate, and the trick he uses should be some kind of secret method."

Turning his head and looking at the old heavenly master and the others, the old ghost found that the eyes of several people were a little wrong, and asked suspiciously: "What do you see me doing?" It's just that you're hungry and eat something, you have to eat early, and I can bring it to you. ”

The Old Heavenly Master sighed and said quietly: "As one of the five elders of the Heavenly Master Gate, even if you are not rough, can you recognize Allah?" ”

Waving his hand, the old ghost said indifferently: "No matter how big things are, they are all the glory of the younger generation, an old man like me, who wants to look at me." ”

Knowing the character of the old ghost, the old heavenly master no longer persuaded him, squinted at the people in the ring below, and then his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "These two little guys are going to be right." ”

Following the gaze of the old heavenly master, several old guys were interested.

At the edge of the ring, Zhang Bailin stood alone on the edge, hugging his shoulders and looking around, looking comfortable, as if this melee had nothing to do with him.

"Elder, how many people do you think will be left behind in this battle?"

Hearing Zhang Bailin's words, the elder smiled and said: "Ten thousand into two hundred, those who can enter two hundred are Tianjiao." ”

"Such a high brush down rate? That's too terrifying, who are you more optimistic about that old man? Zhang Bailin kept talking with the elders, and poured himself a cup of tea from time to time, which was very comfortable.

"Of course it's Senior Brother Lin, although his cultivation is not high, his strength is undoubted, and he must be the most terrifying." Hearing who was most optimistic, the elders also became interested.

But soon, he reacted, glanced at Zhang Bailin, and said suspiciously: "You are a participant, right?" Why not fight? ”

Zhang Bailin waved his hand and quipped: "Where, no one is looking for me here, just hide if you can." ”

"Cultivating the Tao first cultivates the mind, as the so-called heart goes, is the way, we as monks ......"

Zhang Bailin continued to brainwash the elders, and just when the elders were in a trance, a clear and cold voice floated into the ears of the two.

"As a junior uncle of Wudang, I am very curious about you."