"Who are you?" Sheng Yangzi's eyes narrowed slightly, and his right hand pinched the Dharma seal.

"You've forgotten who I am?"

The man asked in surprise.

"I don't know." Shengyoko looked at the man in front of her, making sure she was not impressed.

"I don't know." The man's voice was like a finger running through a tin sheet. "You threw me off the cliff back then, and now you actually say you don't know me?"

"Are you Feng Qingyang?"

Shengyangzi's pupils shrank sharply. "Aren't you dead?"

"Don't talk nonsense, hand over Feng Ming, otherwise I will wash the wind in blood." As soon as Feng Qingyang's voice fell, dozens of black-clothed people appeared on the rooftops around him.

"Back then, you were deceived by demons, mutilated your fellow disciples, and betrayed your treachery, and now you haven't woken up?" Shengyangzi asked bitterly.

"This world is originally respected by the strong, what is the difference between good and evil?" Feng Qingyang sneered, and the black-clothed people around him rushed down from the roof.

"You guys go quickly."

Shengyangzi shouted into the room, and then threw out several runes. "The left is Rokka, and the right is six guards. There is the yellow god in the front, and there is the Yue chapter in the back. The divine master kills, does not avoid the strong, first kills the evil ghosts, and then cuts the night light. What god is not subdued, what ghost dares to be? Haste as a law. ”

In a flash.

Shengyangzi's body was covered with a layer of golden light, and the man in black slashed at Shengyangzi with a short knife, only to be directly bounced away by the golden light.

"Damn." Feng Qingyang commanded everyone to besiege Shengyangzi, and he took the opportunity to sneak into the house.

"What do you want to do?" Yang Yong protected Zhao Ya and Sheng Yaozi behind him.

"Boy, if you don't want to die, get out." An evil smile flashed on Feng Qingyang's face.

"I'm fighting with you." Yang Yong picked up the small wooden table and rushed up, Feng Qingyang stretched out his right hand and pressed it gently, and the small wooden table in Yang Yong's hand instantly became shattered.

"Get out."

Feng Qingyang kicked Yang Yong into the wall, and the wall was directly dented in.

"Cousin!" Zhao Ya cried anxiously.

"Little beauty, don't cry, I'll be distressed." Feng Qingyang came to Zhao Ya and stretched out his hand to pinch Zhao Ya's face, Zhao Ya was frightened and didn't dare to move.

"Feng Qingyang, you are really obscene." Sheng Yaozi leaned against the side of the bed and said disdainfully.

"Shengyaozi, do you want to die?"

Feng Qingyang pushed Zhao Ya away, walked up to Sheng Yaozi, and lifted him up with one hand.

"Let go of me!" Sheng Yaozi yelled.

"Hahaha, look at the way you look now, you really look like a dog." Feng Qingyang mocked mercilessly. "As one of the Seven Masters of Qingfeng Guan, if I were you, I would find a dog hole to get into, and I would never come out to meet people in this life, so as not to be embarrassed."

Sheng Yaozi didn't refute, and directly bit on the tiger's mouth that was lightly sealed.

"You're a." Feng Qingyang's face was distorted, his right hand kept swinging, Sheng Yaozi didn't let go, and his fists swung wildly towards Feng Qingyang.

At this moment, Yang Yong suddenly rushed up from the side and pressed the yellow talisman in his hand on Feng Qingyang's forehead.

Feng Qingyang only felt that his forehead was burned, and in the next second, he kicked Yang Yong again, and then threw Sheng Yaozi against the wall, Sheng Yaozi only felt that his internal organs were about to be misplaced, and unconsciously let go of his mouth.

"What did you post me?" Feng Qingyang tore off the yellow talisman on his forehead and asked angrily.

"Exorcism." Yang Yong said viciously on the ground. "You're the dog."

"You're looking for death." Feng Qingyang tore the exorcism talisman in his hand to shreds. "I'm going to drain your soul and refine it into a puppet."

After speaking, Feng Qingyang walked towards Yang Yong, just at this critical moment.

The two yin qi floated towards Feng Qingyang one after the other, and Feng Qingyang felt the danger, and instantly turned into black gas and flew towards the big hole in the wall.

As a result, as soon as he flew out, he was hit by the Holy Void Son and flew on the wall.

"Holy Void Son!" Feng Qingyang clutched his chest and coughed violently.

"Feng Qingyang, you're not dead?" The Holy Void frowned. "No, you're not human."

"Hahahaha." Feng laughed lightly. "The human body is so fragile, I'm not uncommon."

"Are you spirit, then?" Wang Yu walked over from not far away and asked with a smile.

"It's your business." As soon as Feng Qingyang's voice fell, Wang Yu appeared in front of him, "What a fast speed!" Feng Qingyang raised the soft sword in his hand and stabbed it forward, a different color flashed in Wang Yu's eyes, and Feng Qingyang's right hand raised in mid-air was instantly unable to move.

"He is not the Spirit." At this time, the Holy Void Son stepped forward and pressed the charm on Feng Qingyang's forehead, and after a while, Feng Qingyang's body emitted a foul smell.

Wang Yu covered his nose with a look of disgust.

"Holy Xuzi, you can't kill me."

As soon as the words fell, Feng Qingyang turned into a pool of blood.

Then.

The black-clothed people in the courtyard instantly turned into paper figures.

After cleaning the scene, everyone sat in the main hall, and Yang Yong suddenly knelt in front of Shengyangzi, hoping to worship Shengyangzi as a teacher.

"Poor Dao once swore that he would only accept one apprentice in his life." Shengyoko shook her head.

When Yang Yong heard this, he hurriedly turned around and knelt in front of the Holy Xuzi, who was stunned for a moment. "I only talk about fate when I accept disciples."

"Master, there are more than a billion people in the Dragon Country, and we meet from it, isn't it fate?" Yang Yong hurriedly said.

"Uncle San is talking about this fate." Wang Yu gestured.

"Understood." Yang Yong presented the bank card with both hands. "Ask the master to accept me."

The Holy Void pinched his fingers and continued to shake his head. "You don't have talent, you don't fit."

Yang Yong was a little lost after hearing this, and Shengyaozi, who had not spoken, spoke. "Although he has no talent, he has spiritual roots."

Of course, Shengxuzi knew that Yang Yong had a spiritual root, but Yang Yong's talent was too poor, and even if he had a spiritual root, he would only enter the door at most.

"Xiao Qi, I remember that you didn't accept apprentices either, right?"

Sheng Yaozi sighed. "Who will worship me as a teacher when I am the way I am now?"

"I ..... I do. Zhao Ya raised her hand and whispered.

"The breeze is passed on to men but not to women." Sheng Yaozi smiled awkwardly.

"Me!" Yang Yong plucked up the courage to ask. "Do you think I'll do it?"

"You have to think about it, I'm a waste now." Sheng Yaozi reminded.

"One day as a teacher, one life as a father." Yang Yong said with an oath. "If you break your oath, the sky will thunder!"

"Okay, I'll take it."

Saint Yaozi laughed. "I didn't expect to be able to accept an apprentice in this life."

"Is it over?" Wang Yu suddenly spoke. "Where did those guys come from today?"

"It's complicated to say." The Holy Void said slowly.

Back then, Shengyangzi and Feng Qingyang were both rookies in the Dao League, and their strength was comparable, in a field mission, Feng Qingyang sneaked up on the other team members, and when Shengyangzi brought people back to the camp, the ground was already full of corpses.

Since Feng Qingyang's body was not found, Shengyangzi ordered a carpet search, to see people alive and corpses dead.