"Old Immortal of the Stars, Ding Chunqiu!"

Sima Wei hugged the corpse in his arms, his face was constantly changing, and his face was very gloomy.

At this moment, in Song Xuan's field of vision, at the end of the street, a team of up to 100 people appeared, including men and women, most of them in their teens and twenties, both men and women, all of them were extremely handsome.

These people have a fierce aura and a compelling momentum, and it is obvious that there are a lot of people under their hands.

In front of the crowd, there were eight disciples of the Star Sect, each with one hand, carrying a bronze sedan chair with an ancient style and engraved with patterns such as mountains and rivers, the sea of clouds, and ancient immortals.

The pace of the eight people was steady, the breath was long, and the bronze sedan chair carrying thousands of catties did not shake at all, and between the walks, they chanted slogans such as 'the old immortal of the stars, the magic is boundless'.

The hundreds of Xingzhu disciples behind the sedan chair chanted slogans while constantly throwing flower petals to both sides, and colorful petals fell from the sky, as if immortals descended to earth, and flowers rained down from the sky to celebrate.

Song Xuan looked around, but saw that on the bronze sedan chair, an old man with crane hair and a childish face was sitting cross-legged, his white clothes floating, and there was a faint bright light lingering around, as if there was a tendency to become an immortal at any time.

"It's a big show!"

Song Xuan laughed, in terms of pretending, this star old immortal Ding Chunqiu is even better than Ouyang Feng.

I have to say that this Ding Chunqiu really has a good skin, although he looks not young, full of white hair, but his appearance is not much different from that of young people in their twenties and thirties.

Ordinary people who don't know his details, when they meet this Ding Chunqiu, they will really worship him as a living immortal god.

Ding Chunqiu was born in the Carefree faction, although he was a rebel, an adulterous master, murdered his master, and did bad things, but the problem of the Carefree faction's preference for handsome men and beautiful women was learned by him.

Song Xuan glanced at it, this old guy couldn't find a single ugly disciple of the Star Sect.

Ding Chunqiu held the glass wine glass in his hand, and while drinking leisurely, he stared at Sima Wei and laughed with a free and uninhibited smile.

"Sima Laodao, if you can't do it, you should abdicate and make way for Xian, what use can the Qingcheng faction have in your hands except to be embarrassed?"

Sima Wei's face was gloomy, "Ding Chunqiu, what does the matter of my Qingcheng faction have to do with you, you are too lenient!" ”

Ding Chunqiu laughed, "Cultivating the Dao, you are cultivating the Eight Daos of the Ten Thousand Year King, right?" If you are coaxed into this, even if you live for thousands of years, what's the point? ”

Without waiting for Sima Wei to speak, Ding Chunqiu continued: "You are a coward, but I am not cowardly to the old immortal, a young offspring, even if you are cultivating in the womb, how powerful can you be!"

You are afraid of his name, but I am not afraid of the old fairy! ”

As soon as his figure moved, Ding Chunqiu appeared above the bronze chariot, and his eyes fell on Song Xuan.

"Song Xuan, the old man has heard of your reputation."

"Killing a million people sounds bluffing, but in reality, what you killed are unworthy minions, and they are not worth mentioning at all."

Song Xuan glanced at him, "Oh, and then what?" ”

"To tell you the truth, the old man is a guest of the prefect of Sichuan and Chongqing, and he has been worshiped by him for more than ten years, and if you make trouble here, you will not give the old man face!"

"Don't say that the old man bullies the small, now give you a chance to live!

The old man still lacks a boy, are you willing? ”

Ding Chunqiu kept looking at Song Xuan, and it was the first time he had seen a young man who had walked the rivers and lakes for so many years and had such a top-notch appearance and temperament.

Perhaps, only when his master Wuyazi was young, could he compare with this kid surnamed Song.

As a Yan Gou who inherited the style of the carefree school, Ding Chunqiu felt a trace of love for talent in his heart.

Behind Ding Chunqiu, the drums and flutes, the sound of suona, flute, and piano did not stop, but with Ding Chunqiu appearing, the music played by everyone was even more high-spirited.

Especially one of the girls standing in the front, with small braids on her head, her hair dyed colorful, dressed in a non-mainstream dress, playing suona desperately, and her cheeks were red.

This attitude of working hard and wanting to perform in front of the old immortal of the stars made Ding Chunqiu very satisfied.

If you accept disciples, you have to accept this, only if the disciples work hard enough, the ancestor and I can ascend to the immortal as soon as possible.

Song Xuan looked calm, and just asked casually, "Ouyang Feng, one of the five uniques of the Southern Song Dynasty, is dead, do you know?" ”

"Ouyang Feng?" Ding Chunqiu was stunned for a moment, "I heard that he was promoted to the Grandmaster Realm two years ago and entered the ranks of top grandmasters. When did he die?

Could it be that you have offended the great grandmaster? ”

Also as a master of using poison, Ouyang Feng's situation Ding Chunqiu naturally also studied it.

There are almost few opponents in the Grandmaster Realm with his own Transformation Gong Dafa and Poison Skill, and similarly, Ouyang Feng's combination of Toad Gong and Poison Gong is also extremely good.

Although he had never fought against Ouyang Feng, he knew in his heart that the strength of the two should be roughly similar, even if there was strength or weakness, there was not much difference.

Ouyang Feng, who was similar in strength to himself, died, which made his heart tighten.

What does this surnamed Song mean when he suddenly talks about Ouyang Feng?

"So you don't know!"

Song Xuan suddenly smiled, no wonder this Ding Chunqiu dared to be so arrogant, and even dared to say that he wanted to accept himself as the boy.

I thought that there was some master behind him to rely on, but I had the confidence in my heart, and I did it for a long time, purely because of ignorance and fearlessness.

It seems that the news of pinching Ouyang Feng to death with one hand has not yet reached the Northern Song Dynasty.

But it doesn't matter, Ding Chunqiu's reputation is also big enough, and the effect of pinching him to death is not bad.

Seeing that Song Xuan didn't mean to be soft, Ding Chunqiu snorted coldly, "The old man has already given you the opportunity, but it's a pity that you don't cherish it." It just so happens that the old man is short of a poison tripod to test the drug, so choose you! ”

Ding Chunqiu has killed countless people, since he can't talk about it, then he doesn't bother to talk nonsense, he slapped it with one hand, and the emerald green palm power was like a cloud burst bomb out of thin air, and the green clouds and mist in the sky rolled up, and the poisonous mist that was blowing up turned into a tornado, swirling up, heading straight towards Song Xuanjuan.

"Boy, how does the old man's Dafa taste like? Hahaha! ”

Ding Chunqiu smiled proudly.

Huagong Dafa is an evil skill that he evolved from the foundation of the Xiaoyao School's Northern Shengong, and the palm power contains the power of Huagong and the poison, which is highly toxic into the human body, even if it is a martial arts master, he has to paralyze his hands and feet, his meridians are damaged, and his true qi cannot be used.

The true qi in the body of the person who was recruited either melted out in an instant, or died directly on the spot, or wailed for months before dying.

As for whether to live or die, it is up to him, the caster, to do whatever he wants.