Gu Wenfeng followed behind Zhou An, and the old man in front of him changed his appearance, which made him feel extremely unreal.

There was only one answer he could think of, and that was that Zhou An in front of him was now a cultivator.

And

He is still a very strong cultivator.

As for how strong it is?

Fu Kuan is Xuan Mingzi's subordinate, and he will naturally get a lot of benefits when he does things for Xuan Mingzi.

This is a very popular identity, and anyone who wants to get close to Xuan Mingzi must pass through Fukuan, who can get a lot of oil and water.

With enough resources, his realm will naturally rise.

It is conservatively estimated that Fu Kuan is at least a little golden pill, but such Fu Kuan didn't even glance at Zhou An, and was killed by Zhou An's sword.

A person who can take the life of the Little Golden Pill Realm with a single sword must be at least a cultivator two realms higher than the Golden Pill Realm to be able to do so!

Other words

Zhou An conservatively estimated that it was the power of the Transformation Period!

Transformation period!

The Gu family has not been able to cultivate even one in the Yuan Infant Stage for so many years, and there is only one God Transformation Stage in the entire Qingyun Sect, and that is Huang Tingjian.

The second-rate sect has a god transformation stage that is already considered to be strong, and because of Huang Tingjian's existence, the nearby cultivation forces dare not kick their noses in the face of the Qingyun Sect.

Has the old man been hiding before?

Gu Wenfeng thought of this, but immediately threw this idea out of his mind. Impossible, Zhou An was definitely an ordinary person before.

But thinking of this, Gu Wenfeng hesitated again, if the old man was really hiding clumsy, how could he see clearly with his eyesight?

Zhou An's body silhouette became light, and in Gu Wenfeng's eyes, he was already like an immortal.

Although he was wearing coarse linen clothes, his white hair was like snow for three thousand feet, the breeze was blowing, the white hair was dancing lightly, and the fairy spirit was fluttering!

To be more precise, Zhou An at this moment is an immortal!

…

Qingyun Sect's square has been silent for a long time, and half an hour is about to pass, but Fu Kuan and Gu Wuyun still haven't brought Zhou An over, which makes Xuan Mingzi a little unhappy and irritable.

Huang Tingjian had already discussed the countermeasures with several elders who were willing to fight to the death with him, as for those who were unwilling to join forces, it was useless to force them, and now they did not stand up and expose them as the last mercy.

"What did Fukuan do?" Xuan Mingzi summoned a subordinate and planned to let him go and see what was going on.

At this moment, a figure walked up the mountain road.

Everyone looked curiously, but found that the figure was not an old man, but a young man.

And this young man is known to everyone, it is Gu Wenfeng who was abolished by Gu Wuyun before. Why did he come up? What did he come up for?

Gu Wenfeng's master, Qing Xuan Daoren, frowned: "Wenfeng, what are you doing here?" ”

"Who is this man?"

"Gu Wenfeng, the most talented and hard-working disciple under the hands of the Qingxuan Dao people, of course, that was once."

"Ever? Isn't he now? ”

"Since he finished competing with Gu Wuyun and was deprived of his spiritual vein by Gu Wuyun, he is no longer a disciple of the Qingxuan Daoist, and he has also been robbed of his identity as a disciple of the Qingyun Sect."

Everyone talked about it, and Gu Wenfeng's appearance really surprised everyone.

At the same time, everyone noticed that Gu Wenfeng was holding a wooden sword in his hand.

Gu Wenfeng was very nervous at the moment, he never expected that Zhou An would actually hand over such an important task to himself. There was also a lot of excitement in his heart, because he was about to do something that would shock the whole world!

Although, it was crazy, and the consequences of doing so would be unbearable for him, and it would also affect the Gu family. But Zhou An told him in a very calm and natural tone.

"There won't be any problems."

These seven words have been lingering in Gu Wenfeng's ears.

Gu Wenfeng walked into the square, and he came to Xuan Mingzi in the eyes of everyone's puzzled eyes.

The Awakening Divine Lion stared at him, and the pupils carrying the intent of destruction made Gu Wenfeng's soul tremble!

Not to mention now, even before, he didn't dare to face this powerful beast directly.

Gu Wenfeng did not step forward, and was a hundred meters away from Xuan Mingzi. He took a deep breath and looked up at Xuan Mingzi.

The spiritual pressure in the field made everyone breathless, and Gu Wenfeng, who had become a mortal, couldn't even stand steadily, his feet trembled and softened because of the spiritual pressure, and his face turned much whiter.

Xuan Mingzi smiled disdainfully: "Are you Qingyun Sect planning to be funny, or is this guy crazy?" ”

Qingxuan Daoist frowned and said coldly: "Gu Wenfeng, what are you going to do?" Why don't you kowtow to Xuan Mingzi? ”

Hearing this, a miserable smile appeared on Gu Wenfeng's face. He turned to look at the master whom he regarded as father and son.

He didn't ask, nor did he say anything to the Qingxuan Daoist, Zhou An's words had already made him understand that he was actually a chess piece at the beginning.

Now that he is a chess piece, he also plans to go crazy with Zhou An's hand.

Gu Wenfeng picked up the wooden sword with both hands, raised it above his head and faced Xuan Mingzi: "Mortal Gu Wenfeng, take this Xuanyuan sword, please Xuan Mingzi on the road!" ”

His teeth chattered, and even the words he spoke trembled.

Everyone in the square was stunned, and Xuan Mingzi was also stunned.

However, after saying this, nothing has changed.

The Mingxing Divine Lion who sat down looked at Gu Wenfeng arrogantly, like looking at an ant on the ground. There was silence in the square, and a pin drop could be heard, and then someone laughed.

The people of the Xuanming Holy Sect were laughing, and they laughed very loudly, even Xuanmingzi laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, I just heard that you were abolished by someone, and this Holy Son still has some pity for you, but now I look at it, you don't even have the qualifications to make this Holy Son pitiful."

Huang Tingjian's face was solemn, he had prepared everything, but now that Gu Wenfeng was standing in the middle of the square, once she launched an offensive, Gu Wenfeng would definitely be affected.

It doesn't matter so much!

Huang Tingjian had made up his mind, and was about to secretly pinch his fingers, when suddenly, he saw a sword light passing from under his eyes.

Then, the wind rises!

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in the square of Qingyun Sect, and the wind bent down the guests, and everything hung low, not daring to stand upright!

The wooden sword in Gu Wenfeng's hand took off his hand and was suspended in the air, and under everyone's incredible gaze, it turned into a terrifying and overwhelming sword light that surrounded Xuan Mingzi!

The Mingxing Divine Lion under the seat was engulfed by the sword light, and Xuan Mingzi was also engulfed by the terrifying sword light. These sword lights were as dazzling as the sun, making it impossible for anyone to open their eyes and take a closer look.

When the sword light disappeared, everyone in the square found that Xuan Mingzi and those Mingxing divine lions and luxurious sedan chairs had disappeared.

Only the blood and debris on the ground proved to heaven and earth that there was once a Son here.

"This..." Huang Tingjian was stunned, opening his mouth and unable to speak.

It wasn't until someone accidentally dropped the weapon in their hand on the ground that everyone came back to their senses!

The surviving disciples of the Xuanming Holy Sect were covered in cold sweat, and their faces were full of horror: "Kill, kill, kill!" How dare you kill the Holy Son! ”

Seeing that someone was going to run away and report back to the Xuanming Holy Sect, Huang Tingjian's eyes sank slightly, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring: "Kill!" ”