The world of the gods is too vast and huge, Feng Yuan is now the prince of the Hou of Qingzhou, and he seems to be clothed and fed, but in fact, he is still in the middle and lower levels of the god world.

Those who are really at the top are the high-ranking immortals and qi refiners.

If you want to truly control your own destiny, you must have great power, and he has no access to immortal people now, so he can only major in the family inheritance of Hun Tian Xuangong.

As for the internal power cultivated, although it was not as good as the true yuan mana of the Qi Refiner, it was somewhat related to the cultivation of the Immortal Dao. There is no harm in practicing.

And the Huashan swordsmanship in front of him, Feng Yuan was also a little interested in his heart.

People's energy is limited, after all, ordinary people only have a few decades in their lives, and Feng Yuan is different, he has a large thousand mirrors in his hand, and he has a lot of time through the projection of true spirits in the future.

With enough time, practicing swordsmanship won't make a difference.

In the hall, the two figures are constantly staggered, and the sword light swayed by Yuan Chengzhi is like mercury pouring into the ground, and the tricks are endless, giving full play to the subtlety of Huashan's swordsmanship.

Seeing this scene, Liu Peisheng and Sun Zhongjun, the three Huashan disciples, shook their hearts, secretly thinking that even if they practiced for a lifetime, it would be difficult to practice swordsmanship to this realm.

In their eyes, after Yuan Chengzhi got the long sword, he changed his decline and had a chance to win.

But they didn't know that Yuan Chengzhi didn't have any confidence in his heart at this time.

At first, with the sharpness of Huashan's swordsmanship, he was able to seize some of the first moves, but he immediately found that no matter how powerful his swordsmanship was, he couldn't penetrate the opponent's defenses.

Yuan Chengzhi's moves are like waves constantly lapping, and Feng Yuan is like a mountain standing on the earth, no matter how the waves beat, they will not move.

"If only I had brought the Golden Serpent Sword!"

Yuan Chengzhi regretted a little in his heart, his Huashan martial arts practice was good, but it was far less convenient than the Golden Snake swordsmanship.

I don't know why, Yuan Chengzhi's temperament is relatively calm and upright, but he has a special contract with the ruthless and weird Golden Snake swordsmanship. After practicing for a few years, he has reached the realm of perfection.

If there is a golden snake sword in his hand, Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts power will skyrocket by thirty percent, and he will never be as embarrassed as he is now.

Feng Yuan didn't think about playing tricks on the other party, after Yuan Chengzhi used the Huashan Sword Technique twice, he had a lot of understanding of the secret of this Sword Technique.

Then he let out a low shout, and his right hand did not dodge or dodge, and grabbed it from the side against the sharp sword light.

Click!

Hearing only a crisp sound, Yuan Chengzhi's long sword was grabbed and broken by Feng Yuan.

Feng Yuan's palm seemed to be made of stainless steel, and the sharp sword light only left a deep wound on it, slightly reddened.

Bang!

After breaking the long sword, Feng Yuan took advantage of the situation and slapped Yuan Chengzhi again. The majestic strength surged, and Yuan Chengzhizhen's figure was suddenly unstable, his face was slightly pale, and the corners of his mouth were oozing blood.

"What a pure Golden Bell Hood Iron Cloth Shirt!"

Yuan Chengzhi took a few steps back in embarrassment, and couldn't help but smile bitterly on his face. The other party has such divine power, and he has practiced the hard work of the golden bell jar to the point of being invulnerable, which is really unheard of.

"Brother Yuan, are you okay?"

Wen Qingqing screamed, and hurriedly rushed over, supporting Yuan Chengzhi for fear that he would be injured.

At this time, Feng Yuan flashed and came to Liu Peisheng and the three of them.

Click!

Feng Yuan pointed out, and the shot was as fast as wind and thunder, and immediately broke the bones of Sun Zhongjun's right arm, this kind of injury, even if it can be healed in the future, this arm is afraid that it will not be able to hold the sword.

Sun Zhongjun lost his swordsmanship, and his martial arts were half gone, and his arrogance was gone.

"Senior sister!"

Liu Peisheng, Mei Jianhe and the two exclaimed, their faces were angry, and they wanted to pounce, but they were stopped by Yuan Chengzhi.

At the moment, several people from the Huashan faction are not Feng Yuan's opponents, and it would be humiliating to make another move.

"You cut off the arm of the Jiao Gang Master's disciple, and I will also break one of your arms, which can be regarded as flat! In the future, when I meet you, it will not be as simple as breaking an arm!"

Feng Yuan's expression was faint.

Abolishing most of Sun Zhongjun's martial arts is even more uncomfortable than killing her.

The three generations of disciples of the Huashan faction are lacking in discipline, and they have planted a big heel today, and they must be able to understand that this Jianghu is not the only one with masters in the Huashan faction.

When encountering a real master, even if it is to move the name of Mu Renqing and Gui Xinshu, it is useless.

"You wait, our master and sister will not let go of your ......"

Liu Peisheng gritted his teeth and said.

Feng Yuan sneered on his face, not interested in talking to them again.

Min Zihua, Zheng Qiyun and others glanced at Feng Yuan with complicated eyes.

The other party had defeated so many masters of the rivers and lakes one after another, and also seriously injured the disciples of the Huashan faction. The other party is afraid that in a few days, he will be able to make a name for himself.

"Let's go!"

Yuan Chengzhi took a deep breath, glanced at Feng Yuan, and then left Jiao Mansion with Wen Qingqing, Liu Peisheng and others.

Although he was worried about the safety of the people in the "Mountain Sect", now was not the time to talk about this, he had to settle the three junior nephews first and treat their injuries.

After finishing the matter, it's not too late to find Feng Yuan again.

Seeing this, Min Zihua and others also left Jiaofu one after another. In the blink of an eye, only Feng Yuan and the Golden Dragon Gang were left in the hall.

Jiao Gongli instructed the disciples to clean up the messy hall, and then took Jiao Wan'er and Wu Ping to Feng Yuan.

His face was full of gratitude at this time.

"Childe not only saved me from the Golden Dragon Gang, but also gave a bad breath for the apprentice, and his kindness is as heavy as a mountain, from now on, the Golden Dragon Gang will look forward to Childe's horse!

Just now, Feng Yuan made a move to abolish one of Sun Zhongjun's arms, which completely convinced the Golden Dragon Gang.

Jiao Gongli still had a trace of unwillingness in his heart, and it disappeared completely. Immediately, in accordance with the tacit understanding between the two parties in advance, they came to express their intention to take refuge completely.

"Okay! With the help of Jiao Gang Master, this king can achieve great things!"

Feng Yuan laughed and immediately helped the other party up. The Golden Dragon Gang was successfully subdued, and then they could use the relationship and manpower of the Golden Dragon Gang to continuously transport a large number of materials from Jiangnan to Huai'an Mansion.

When the time comes, Feng Yuan will be able to give full play to the role of the treasure.

......

After Yuan Chengzhi left Jiaofu with a few people from the Huashan faction, he was just about to find an inn to settle down. I saw a figure suddenly burst out of the wall.

Everyone was shocked and took precautions.

"Uncle Cui!"

When Yuan Chengzhi saw this person who suddenly appeared, he immediately showed a look of surprise. The other party is Cui Qiushan, who led him to worship the Huashan faction.

Cui Qiushan followed Huang Zhen to serve under Li Zicheng, and his nephew Cui Ximin was also a disciple of Huashan, so Liu Peisheng, Mei Jianhe and others were no strangers to him.

"It's me!"

Cui Qiushan laughed and patted Yuan Chengzhi's shoulder.

He turned his eyes and saw that Liu Peisheng and the three of them were pale, Mei Jian and his shoulders were oozing blood, and Sun Zhongjun's face was gray, and his right arm was hanging weakly, and he was taken aback.

"What's going on? Who hurt Miss Sun?"