Chapter Twenty-Three: Are You the Son of the Pen?

Ouyang Feng struggled to hold his sword, and slowly stood up from the ground, his body staggered a little, but he gritted his teeth and steadied, raising his old face full of blood, his eyes were surprisingly calm.

He didn't look at King Zhennan, but at the monks from the outside world.

"Die for integrity, die well, the old man just wants to tell you one word, Huangzhou monk...... Don't be humiliated!! ”

The firm voice echoed in all directions, sounding deep in everyone's heart, and goosebumps came out all over the body.

"Monks in the deserted state should not be dishonored !!!!"

The roar was like a monstrous wave, resounding throughout the wasteland world.

In an instant, the Huangzhou monks present were united in their hatred of the enemy, and they all brushed in front of Ouyang Feng.

It seems that there is a lot of jade burning, and moths are fighting the fire!

"This ......"

The monks outside were shocked and moved.

I don't know why, it is clear that this group of Wasteland monks are very weak, but at this moment, I have a feeling of fear in front of them.

The main thing is:

When things get to this point, it is indeed a bully, and if it spreads, it will have a very bad reputation, and it will discredit the forces where you are located.

King Zhennan's face changed, and then he smiled fiercely: "Do you want ants to bite more elephants?" Dream! Ants are ants! ”

After that, you have to charge up and swing the hybrid hammer and smash it down.

"Protect the Ancestor!!"

The Sect Master of the Mountain Moving Sect roared angrily.

"Monk of Wasteland, all of you will fight!!" The major sects, the cultivation families, and the scattered cultivation of all countries have raised their heads to the sky and roared, filled with righteous indignation.

That's when it happened.

The mutation occurred suddenly.

Several more terrifying and powerful auras came.

"So, that's?!" Many people's scalps almost exploded, and there was awe in their eyes.

"Amitabha~"

A group of monks in robes, chanting Buddha names, stepping on golden lotuses, strolling in the void.

"It's the Hanging Temple in Florida!"

Someone exclaimed.

"Hehe, it's really lively today." A man in brocade with dark purple hair hanging down his waist and a strange face appeared, shaking a white fan in his hand, looking chic and graceful.

He sat on a lapidium chariot, the chariot had nine dragons pulling in front, each dragon had a terrifying aura, and his cultivation was impressively transformed into a god realm!

With the god-level dragon as a mount, it can be seen that the family background is strong!

All around, there were all the strong people sent by the family to protect them, all of them with eyes like lightning and strong breath.

The three strongest guards are even more unfathomable, killing gods like killing dogs!

"Then, that is known as the first cultivator family in Lingzhou, Xue Tianyi, the young master of the Xue family!"

Someone gasped.

Rumble!!!

At this time, the last group of people, unabashedly overpowering the terrifying momentum of the other two groups of people, suddenly attracted countless shocked eyes.

The eyes of the Pure Zen master who took the lead in the Hanging Temple flashed with a trace of jealousy, and he put his hands together and silently recited the Buddha's name, and the young master of the Xue family, Xue Tianyi, looked unhappy, but he endured it and did not have a seizure.

"Oh my God, even the Yuhua Gate in Qingzhou is here!!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Yuhuamen is the top force in the Eastern Regions, and its status has been unshakable for millions of years, and it is a well-deserved holy land for cultivating immortals.

On top of the golden flying boat, there stood a group of Feather Sect monks, among which there were several extremely powerful momentums, which were exuded by the nine Inner Gate Elders.

"Holy Son, we have arrived."

Elder Yan didn't dare to slack off at the young man in front of him, and said in a deep voice.

Between the mouth and nose of the young man, there was a rich energy breath, shrouded in a mysterious hazy mist, and the pores of his body sprayed thin and bright sun essence.

This is the strongest true disciple of the Feather Sect, and he is also the Holy Son who has only recently been established!

What a revered status, even higher than the inner door elders!

"Wasteland ......" At this time, Chen Xiao looked at this long-lost world and muttered.

It was where he was born and raised, but now, it was a stain he didn't want to mention!

No one knows how impacted his worldview was when he entered the Feather Gate.

The other fellow brothers are either from a powerful Xiuzhen family, or they are from a certain immortal dynasty, where they are located in Daozhou with many resources and extremely strong spiritual energy.

And he is just a little friar in the backwoods!

Fortunately, he awakened the Sun Immortal Body, and since then he has changed his life against the sky, and has become the most dazzling Tianjiao of Yuhuamen step by step.

But!

This humble background always makes Chen Xiao feel embarrassed in his heart!

Now that he has returned to his hometown, he does not feel excited and nostalgic, but only disgusted and resigned.

"Oh my God, that is the Holy Son of the Feather Sect, Chen Xiao! I've heard of him, who has a sun fairy body, and is known as invincible among his peers! ”

Many monks exclaimed.

After all, Yuhuamen is the top force in the Eastern Regions, and any internal turmoil is related to the trend of the outside world.

Everyone knows that there is a young man named Chen Xiao in the Yuhua Sect, who is ranked as a contemporary saint in the sect competition!

There is no doubt that this will be the most dazzling rookie in the future of the Eastern Regions!

In the next 100,000 years, he will write a new legend!

Just because, this son has the posture of becoming an immortal!!

Suddenly.

One after another, the monks of Huangzhou reacted and said in shock: "Chen Xiao? Isn't that the young sect master of the Wind Thunder Sect? This is our own people in Huangzhou! ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

"What?! The Holy Son of the Feather Gate is from this barren and backward barbarian land!? ”

"How is that possible? In this kind of broken place, will such a top Tianjiao be born? ”

"Now it's troublesome, will we ...... the monks in this humiliating wasteland?"

The other thirteen Daozhou monks all cast stunned glances, obviously the origin of the Holy Son of the Feather Sect made them feel very shocked.

Feeling the strange eyes of countless people, Chen Xiao pretended to be calm on the surface, but a chilling killing intent appeared in his eyes.

What he feared the most still happened!

Elder Yan comprehended, shook off his sleeves suddenly, and rolled up the group of Wasteland monks who had just shouted in the air, and then the terrifying power shook, and the bodies of tens of thousands of monks exploded in an instant.

Blood was pouring down, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

"The Holy Son of my Feather Sect is not something that you can talk about with ants!"

"If there are any more people who chew the root of the tongue and ears, kill!"

Elder Yan shouted violently.

This time, the whole audience in an uproar fell silent in an instant.

Chen Xiao's face was indifferent and unmoved.

At this time, the king of Zhennan felt embarrassed, after all, he had humiliated the monk of Huangzhou before, who would have thought that there was a holy son of Yuhuamen in this small place!

With this identity, let alone him as a king-level figure, even if the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty came, he would not dare to offend.

After thinking about it, King Zhennan said cautiously: "Chen Shengzi, may I ask if these Wasteland monks can be handed over to the subordinates to dispose of?" ”

If Chen Xiao Danfan had a little intention of stopping, the king of Zhennan would stop without saying a word.

Chen Xiao glanced at him lightly, his thin lips moved slightly and spit out two words, "Casual." ”

Looked at.

King Zhennan was overjoyed in his heart, and arched his hand and said: "Thank you Chen Shengzi for your success!" ”

After speaking, he looked at Ouyang Feng with a cruel smile on his face, and the Hunyuan hammer in his hand was about to be smashed with force.

"No ......"

The Arakushi monk's eyes were full of despair, and the little hope in his heart was extinguished

Ouyang Feng smiled miserably, shook his head and didn't say anything.

He staggered to his feet, wanting to swing the high-spirited sword of his youth at the end!

on this.

Chen Xiao turned a blind eye, in his eyes, these are all lowly natives, and he has long been out of the lowly nationality and is a real master!

"Sect Master, that's the Young Master of the Wind Thunder Sect, what should we do?" On the inconspicuous mountain in the distance, the peak master of the Tibetan Sword Peak said worriedly.

"I guessed right, this time the secret realm was born, Chen Laogou's son will definitely come to visit, fortunately, Xuantian Sect did not appear out of nowhere." The sect master has a heart palpitation.

"Sect Master, while they go to rob the secret realm, our Xuantian Sect should move quickly, this Eastern Domain is so big, first find a place to hide it!"

"I agree, didn't you hear that someone called him the Holy Son just now? Let's run away! ”

"By the way, what about Master Ye's nephew? He is the hope of Xuantian Sect! ”

Suddenly.

The peak master of Tianxiang Peak seemed to see something, stretched out his hand to cover his lips, and his beautiful eyes widened in shock, "Everyone, look at that, Master Ye's nephew seems to have passed......"

"What?!"

Xu Younian was taken aback, "Quick, bring him back!" ”

Chen Xiao is there, isn't it looking for death now?

Now.

Just when the great war was about to break out, there was a sound of scolding and scolding, which spread from far to near in all directions.

"Damn, I was bullied by outsiders! I can't do this wasteland without me, don't move around, and stand up for labor and management one by one! ”

Countless stunned eyes converged, they wanted to see who dared to be so arrogant?

I saw a handsome young man wearing a black robe embroidered with gold patterns, making a high-profile appearance in front of everyone, with long silver-white hair fluttering, forming a stark contrast.

"Who's coming? Get your name in! ”

King Zhennan sneered.

"Your big daddy, Ye Junlin!"

Ye Jun said lightly.

"Bastard, this king is going to kill you!!" King Zhennan was stunned, and then jumped like thunder.

"Ye Junlin? Isn't that the peak master of the Ethereal Peak of the Xuantian Sect! Someone reacted and exclaimed.

"Xuantian Sect! Ye Junlin!! ”

Chen Xiao, who originally had an indifferent face, roared angrily after hearing this, his eyes burst into a cold glow that cracked the sky.

Unexpectedly, the enemy who killed his father was right in front of him!

Ye Junlin touched his nose, "You have something?" ”

Chen Xiao's face was full of murder, "Wind Thunder Sect Master, you killed it!" ”

"Oh, you mean that pen, I have the impression that he always says that his son has the appearance of becoming an immortal, may I ask you are his ......" Ye Junlin said tentatively.

"I am his son!"

Chen Xiao's eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth.

", it turns out that you are the son of the pen!" Ye Junlin looked very surprised.

Rumble!

The terrifying power was like a volcanic crater erupting, Chen Xiao was so angry that his whole body was trembling, and the anger in his chest swept through his body, and he roared:

"I want you to die!!"