Although Wang Feng's location belonged to the most marginal area of the Righteous Demon Battlefield, and a layer of defense was added, there were breath fluctuations escaping during the placement of the quenching knife. But some monks are so powerful that they can always find suspicious locations in the clues.

"There is actually a True Saint Peak, which is a great realm higher than me. Wang Feng's brows furrowed slightly, feeling a little tricky.

With his current cultivation, he is only true to perfection, and if he wants to defeat the peak powerhouse of the true saint without any hole cards, the pressure can be imagined. If you are not careful, these 49 days of protection can be regarded as a wasted achievement.

The only thing that made him feel at ease was that this knife was close to the end of its tempering three days ago, and at this time, as long as Wang Feng could hold on until the knife was born, this turmoil would be able to survive safely.

"Whoosh, whoosh,"

Hundreds of feet away, the figure continued to approach, like an arrow piercing the void and flying away.

This is a very old man, with white hair and white beard, emaciated, and the folds on his skin are like orange peels that have lost moisture. But his eyes were very bright, like stars in the dark night.

"Huh? Sure enough, it's here. The white-haired old man let out a startled roar, and then the robe swept to slow down, and then he stepped into the air and landed in a gliding way to a place five zhang away from Wang Feng.

The two confronted each other quietly and did not say a word.

Compared with the white-haired old man's indifferent expression and steady momentum, Wang Feng looked like he was facing a great enemy, and his face was solemn. The continuous fighting in the past few years has given him a super sense of perception, and since the appearance of this old man, a sense of panic has risen in his heart for no reason.

It's a sign that life is at stake.

"What's your name, where is it from?" The white-haired old man looked at Wang Feng for a few seconds, and then spoke lightly, his voice was old and hoarse, like a muffled drum humming, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.

Wang Feng's eyes flashed. Forcibly calmed, "Wang Feng, disciple of Shenwu Sect. ”

"It turned out to be a disciple of the Shenwu Sect, seeing that your face does not look like a true disciple, you actually cultivate so much, I want to come to the Shenwu Sect to recruit a malleable talent. Not bad. The white-haired old man stroked his beard. "If you have enough time to grow, you will become a generation of heroes. ”

"May I ask what is the matter with the seniors?" Wang Feng was too lazy to be verbose, this white-haired old man seemed to be kind, but the corner of his eye always fell on the knife in mid-air, and from time to time it was still flashing, his purpose could be imagined.

"Old man Yuan Qing cherishes talents, seeing that you have the potential to become a generation of heroes, and intends to accept you as an apprentice. You have to cherish it. The white-haired old man whose original name was Yuan Qing smiled, and then didn't give Wang Feng a chance to speak. The pace moved straight to the direction where the knife was, "But as the disciple of the old man, you must always have a greeting gift." Yuan Mou didn't look like a rich and noble family, so he reluctantly accepted this knife as a meeting gift. ”

Immediately, the light in his palm was faint, and he grabbed the knife in mid-air.

"This old immortal is really thick-skinned, and he even played this game. Wang Feng slandered his stomach and slapped Yuan's actions with one palm, stopping him halfway.

Yuan Qing's eyes flashed with a touch of evil. He said in a deep voice, "What do you mean by this? As the old man's disciple." The first thing you learned was to respect your teacher, do you still want to commit the next offense, and you want to do it to me?"

"Senior, I didn't promise to be your disciple. Wang Feng replied.

Yuan Qing's covetousness for this knife has been revealed, and he didn't even bother to make excuses to return the mellowness, and went to take it directly as a greeting gift, the so-called taking it was just a robbery.

"What's the matter, you don't like the old man's cultivation?" Yuan Qing's whole body was filled with a holy brilliance. Raising his spirit to the peak was intended to deter Wang Feng, but he still said in a convincing manner, "The old man cherishes his talents so much, but you don't want to enter the old man's door." Do you look down on the old man?"

"Senior, why do you need to be like this?" Wang Feng smiled bitterly, it seems that today's tough battle is going to be fought.

"The old man is so kind of talking, since you still don't appreciate it, you are too uneducated. Yuan Qing shouted angrily and said majestically, "Do you want the old man to discipline you on behalf of your family?" ”

"Grass. Wang Feng scolded angrily, he really couldn't stand Yuan Qing's masked kindness, and directly exposed his hypocritical veil, "If you want to grab something, say it directly, it is necessary to say so many high-sounding reasons?"

"You're an old immortal who wants to rob the younger generation, interesting?"

"Huh. Yuan Qing was stunned for a moment, and then smiled lightly, "Junior, you still lack the city government and calmness, with your character, even if this knife that is about to take shape falls into your hands, it will become a weapon of killing." In order to prevent you from committing big things in the future, the old man took this knife to you for safekeeping, and when you are strong by then, the old man will return it to you. ”

"Huh. Wang Feng sneered, in the face of such a thick-skinned old immortal, he really had nothing to say.

"Why? you don't want to?" Yuan Qing sneered, looking at Wang Feng as if he was looking at his prey.

Wang Feng didn't say anything, just moved forward steadily, blocking in front of Yuan Qing, and the meaning was self-evident.

"I think you're just a true consummation, is it possible that you want to fight with the old man?" The smile on the corner of Yuan Qing's mouth became worse and worse, and finally he couldn't help laughing, "It's the first time I've met such an interesting junior as you." ”

"You're only at the peak of the True Saint, so you barely have the strength to fight. Wang Feng also smiled, and his momentum was steady.

"Whoosh. ”

The evil aura under Yuan Qing's eyes became more and more intense, and a black glow appeared between his eyebrows.

"Boom. Yuan Qing suddenly made a move, only to see his five fingers together, and his sharp knuckles looked like the claws of a goshawk, fluttering down from the void, with endless evil energy.

"Since you are looking for death, the old man can only endure the pain and cut his love. ”

Now that the two sides have completely torn their faces, only a kill can resolve the dispute. Yuan Qing's instant move, directly using the cultivation of the True Saint Realm, a stream of black light covered the void above Wang Feng's head.

"Da-da-da-da. ”

Wang Feng's strength, thunder roared, ten endless sounds, like thunder exploding in the void, shattering endless black light, and the final blow directly pierced through all the black light.

"Shenwu Sect's Thunder Palm?" Yuan Qing muttered unexpectedly, and then said in surprise, "Ten rings? You actually cultivated to ten rings, what kind of disciple did Shenwu Sect beckon." ”

As an elder figure, he is almost familiar with the particularly famous moves of the Ten Immortal Dao Holy Gates. As one of the famous stunts of the Shenwu Sect, he naturally understands it.

But in recent years, the highest thunder palm has been practiced to nine rings, and I have never heard of anyone practicing ten rings.

"Sure enough, he is a genius, but unfortunately he hasn't had time to grow rapidly. Yuan Qing shook his head regretfully, and said lightly, "Even if the power of the Thunder Palm is very strong, there is too much gap between your realm and mine, and it still doesn't help." ”

"I really don't want to kill the genius......"

"Don't pretend here. Wang Feng was really disgusted with Yuan Qing's excuses, so he did it directly. He used his Shenwu combat body to improve his combat effectiveness, and frequently used the Thunder Palm.

"Hmmm. ”

Yuan Qing was very fast, and instantly avoided Wang Feng's attack.

"Snort. Wang Feng ran nine steps of gods and demons, caught up with Yuan Qing in the blink of an eye, and it was another thunderous palm, covering the blue sky, suppressing it from top to bottom, and the power was monstrous, like rolling clouds and thunder.

Yuan Qing's face changed slightly, "Your speed ......"

"Lonely. ”

Yuan Qing's only patience had been worn out, and he pinched his hands and formed countless black thunderbolts, splitting out thunder and lightning, and killing him with a bang. The black thunder power was magnificent, like a magnificent sea, wantonly slamming into the thunder palm.

"Boom, boom. ”

The two palms collided violently together, forming an instant stagnation, like two clouds joining each other, and then suddenly burst open from the middle position, and a terrifying energy rushed in all directions, forming a huge wind wave.

"Snort. ”

The huge waves were monstrous, sweeping up the flying sand and rocks in a radius of dozens of zhang, and the entire ground was slashed and sunk by several inches, and the whole collapsed.

"Such manic energy, it really deserves to be a true saint powerhouse. Wang Feng couldn't resist the sensational collision of manic intentions, and his breath suddenly poured out, and he was instantly swept away by a distance of dozens of zhang.

"Ahem. Wang Feng's face was embarrassed, very unbearable, although he was very strong, but Yuan Qing was a strong man at the peak of the True Saint after all, and it was difficult to overcome the opponent's attack in a short time.

"Fighting with the old man is simply looking for death. Yuan Qing stroked his beard and shook his head in pity, "The genius has seen too much, but the old man is really a little unbearable to strangle a demon like you." If you hadn't offended me just now, the old man would have really wanted to take you as an apprentice. ”

"Hiss. Wang Feng gasped, trying to calm himself down, ready to fight again.

Yuan Qing's eyes flashed with evil anger, "Since you are looking for death, I will send you on your way." ”

"Hum. ”

Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound, like a cold knife coming out of its sheath, causing the entire ground to tremble.

"Huh?" Wang Feng looked up suddenly, and almost at the same time heard the voice of the old tree, "Boy, lift the knife." ”

"Succeeded?!" Wang Feng was overjoyed, his right hand was raised, the void suddenly cracked, and a golden-colored long knife swished into his hands, and the sudden outbreak of battle intent made the void tremble slightly.

"Old immortal, I see if you will send me on the road today, or I will send you on the road today. Wang Feng stroked the blade with one hand, the battle intent in his heart boiled, and the murderous aura on his face became more and more obvious.

"Just by you?" Yuan Qing sneered, with an undisguised look at the corner of his mouth, he said arrogantly, "This knife is indeed not bad, and it is conservatively estimated that the realm should be at the peak of the True Saint, at most on par with the old man." Why is the old man afraid?"

"Huh. Wang Feng sneered, "You're wrong, this is the Immortal Knife." ”

"Immortal Knife?" Yuan Qing's expression was obviously stunned for a moment, a little inexplicable, "What do you mean?"

"Sneer......" Wang Feng raised his hand slightly, and the blade only emitted a trace of light, and it slashed through the fifty zhang void, forming a terrifying rift, emitting a white mist-like gas.

At the same time, an inexplicable aura swirled around the blade's mouth, very faint but always there.

"Hiss. Yuan Qing's eyelids jumped, and suddenly his steps were chaotic, and his pupils suddenly exploded, "This, this is the battle knife of the Immortal Realm? ”

At this moment, Yuan Qing felt that his whole body was cold.

(To be continued......)