Uncle An turned out to be the Jindan Nine Heavens!

Several other Jindan stage cultivators were shocked, so many Jindan stage cultivators seemed to be majestic, but in fact, they were the strongest of the Seven Fowl Daoist Jindan Five Heavens. Usually in the Jiuhua Sect, they didn't dare to show their character in the face of the Seven Fowl Dao people, which shows how big the difference in strength is between the Jindan Period and one heavy heaven! The Jiuhua real people who used to be Jindan Nine Heavens stood there and already made them admire, not to mention the Qingsong Dao people who were also slightly better than the Jindan Nine Heavens at that time!

Qingsong Dao and Jiuhua Zhenren were proud of the entire cultivation realm with the strength of the Jindan Nine Heavens, and apart from them, no one had ever reached the height of the Jindan Nine Heavens. However, they never expected that the Dust Falling Sect, which had always been ridiculed by others, actually had the existence of a Jindan Nine Heavens!

How is this possible? Feng Haochen usually goes out and is only an ordinary Jindan stage cultivator, and everyone doesn't take him to heart, but why is there an existence in his sect that can look down on the former Qingsong Dao people and Jiuhua Zhenren?

"How can you be the Golden Pill Nine Heavens?"

Ju Wenxing took a step back in horror. As the proud protégé of Jiuhua Zhenren, he naturally knows the breath of Jindan Nine Heavens best, and he will never admit his mistake at this point. He has been with Jiuhua Zhenren for so many years, and he has always been shocked by this palpitating breath, and as soon as Uncle An revealed his cultivation, he immediately knew who he had provoked, and he vaguely understood why his master wanted him to come to subdue the Dust Sect.

Uncle An stood there alone, his expression was very cold, he had never had any expression on his face, and if he had, it would only ease up in front of Feng Haochen. So when he stepped out with a murderous aura on his face, all the disciples of the Luochen Sect knew that Uncle An was serious.

Mu Yu had never noticed Uncle An's true cultivation, and Uncle An's aura was definitely not so domineering. According to Mu Yu's estimation, his master only has the cultivation of the five or six heavens of Jindan, and Uncle An's usual aura is not higher than that of the master, and Mu Yu also thinks that Uncle An's cultivation is only five or six heavens.

"No wonder, it turns out that Master has long known that the Falling Dust Sect is not simple. ”

Bai Lang was also shocked, and before the master left, he asked him not to clash with the Falling Dust Sect, which turned out to be what he meant. Now that Qingsong Dao and Jiuhua Zhenren have entered the Yuan Infant Stage, and there are no Jindan Nine Heavens cultivators under their respective sects, if Uncle An can return to obedience, it will be a great help for any sect, which is equivalent to the Qingsong Dao people and Jiuhua Zhenren in the past!

Everyone was shocked by Uncle An of the Nine Heavens of Jindan, and it was not only Uncle An who shocked them, but also the four young Falling Dust Sect disciples. Reaching the Jindan stage at a young age, if this talent is given to them to cultivate and grow for another ten years, wouldn't it be just around the corner to surpass the Qingsong Dao people or Jiuhua Zhenren?

"If you want to fight, you better go back. Uncle An's voice was not loud, but it sounded like thunder in everyone's ears.

Even if the sum of several of them is not enough for Uncle An to take it away, it makes sense that the status of Qingsong Dao and Jiuhua Zhenren is admired, not to mention that there are four disciples of the Jindan period. Everyone showed a strange look, and they all looked at Ju Wenxing, waiting for him to make up his mind.

"Hmph, I really underestimated you Falling Dust Sect! If it was in the past, I would really be a little jealous, but now that my master has achieved the true body of Yuanying, even if you have the strength of the Jindan Nine Heavens, what are you?" Ju Wenxing snorted coldly, he knew that he had kicked the iron plate today, and I was afraid that the matter of subduing the Falling Dust Sect would require Jiuhua Zhenren to do it himself.

"Then let your master come in person, as for you, you don't deserve to shout here. "Uncle An is always such a cold voice, but this voice echoes in the ears of others but it seems so unattainable.

"You—" Ju Wenxing's eyes flickered.

The Seven Fowl Daoist sneered and said: "The old man has been in the cultivation realm for so many years, and he has never heard of anyone who has the strength of the Jindan Nine Heavens, if you are really so powerful, you would have become a hero in the cultivation realm, and the cultivation realm may be a three-legged stand." But you are willing to hide in the Dust Sect, there must be something unspeakable, right? Or perhaps, you are bluffing! The old man wants to personally understand Your Excellency's strength!"

Everyone nodded slightly when he said this, why is a person from Jindan Jiuchongtian so willing to stay in a dilapidated sect? In the past, he could obviously be on an equal footing with Qingsong Dao and Jiuhua Zhenren, but he has been hidden from the world, there must be some hidden secrets in the meantime, I am afraid that the momentum just now is just a façade, and he does not dare to shout with Qingsong Dao and Jiuhua Zhenren.

"Uncle An, I'll meet him!" admittedly, he saw that Uncle An's strength did not show any surprises, and he had long known Uncle An's true cultivation.

"Mu Yu goes. Uncle An said unexpectedly.

"Alas, alas, why is it me?" Mu Yu's eyes widened, he was just a rookie in the Jindan First Heavy Heaven! How could he beat the Seven Fowl Daoist of the Fifth Heaven of the Jindan? Originally, he was going to take a look at Uncle An or Chengyan's true strength, but he didn't expect Uncle An to push him out.

"Since you returned to the mountain, I don't know your specific situation, the falling dust swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, if you can't even beat a small Jindan Wuchongtian here, I will personally cook for you at every meal in the future. Uncle An looked at Mu Yu meaningfully.

"me, make up for your body?" Mu Yu shuddered, this threat was really deadly.

Mu Yu and they didn't know how terrifying this set of swordsmanship was in the Triple Continent. Their master, Feng Haochen, also known as Sword Shadow Dust, relied on this set of swordsmanship to become famous in the entire cultivation world. And in a remote place like the Moyun Mountain Range, the Jindan Five Heavens were not worth mentioning at all in Uncle An's eyes.

"Mu Yu, come on, pull out that bald eyebrow, Uncle An doesn't need to mend your body!"

"Pluck out a few sloppy beards!

Sora and Miaomiao didn't know when they sat on the stone again, this time they were peeling bananas, and they were coaxing as if no one was around. It turned out that they were not afraid of running away just now, but that they had eaten all the fruits and melon seeds and went back to replenish them.

"Hey, stinky old man, I don't need my Uncle An to deal with you, I'm the weakest here, I'll talk about it if you can beat me!" Mu Yu's steps moved lightly, and his spirit was for a while, he had never fought with someone in the Jindan period. Compared with Uncle An's threat, he is more willing to face the Seven Bird Daoists of the Jindan Five Heavens, and Uncle An's so-called body replenishment is not a joke.

When the Seven Fowl Daoist heard the words of the two troublemakers, his face turned pale, and when he saw that it was just Mu Yu coming out, he was immediately annoyed, he was actually mocked by a few little children!

"Ignorant child, I really think that when you reach the Jindan stage, you can see no one in your eyes! If you want to die, I will fulfill you!"

A large black fan appeared in the hand of the Seven Birds Daoist, on which were painted seven flying birds. This fan is called the Seven Bird Fan, it is the magic weapon of the Seven Birds Taoist to become famous, a fan flies seven birds, named Phoenix, Peng Bird, Qingluan, Peacock, White Crane, Honghu, Owl Bird. The Seven Fowl Daoist One Body Exercise Method is not passed on by the Jiuhua School, he is an elder who was included in the command of Jiuhua Zhenren, and in his early years, he used the Seven Fowl Fan to make a name for himself in the cultivation world.

"White crane wings!"

The Seven Birds Daoist waved the treasure fan in his hand, and suddenly the wind was blowing, and the surrounding aura was crazy towards his Seven Birds fan, and a white crane shadow flew out of the fan, and a sharp crane chirped sound, and it quickly attacked Mu Yu.

"Why is the name so cheesy. ”

Mu Yu muttered, and the shadow sword in his hand struck out, the blue light was flourishing, the sword qi was horizontal, and the whole person had already met the illusory crane shadow.

"Ding!"

The Crane Shadow was shattered by the Wood Feather Shadow Sword, but the Crane Shadow emerged from the fragments and turned into thousands of tiny white cranes, rushing upwards and enveloping the Wood Feather. Then thousands of crane shadows flapped their wings in unison, and countless wind blades flashed out from thousands of crane shadows, trying to crush the wooden feathers from all directions.

"Disillusionment"

The eighth style of the falling dust swordsmanship, the shadow is disillusioned. Ten thousand shadows are one, and there are no shadows.

Facing the Seven Fowl Daoists of the Five Heavens of Jindan, Mu Yu did not dare to be careless at all. Four Shadow Splitting Swords suddenly appeared in his hand, and each Shadow Splitting Sword shot up into the sky, and the Ten Thousand Sword Shadows spread out around Mu Yu, beating all the Crane Shadow Wind Blades into smoke like a violent wind.

However, the treasure fan in the hand of the Seven Fowl Daoist waved down again, and a phantom shadow shrouded the top of Mu Yu's head. Mu Yu felt a burst of pressure on his body, as if a thousand jun had fallen down. His steps were dashing, and his figure moved away quickly. Still, a shadow swept over his shoulder, sending him flying.

"Dapeng spreads its wings!

The Seven Birds Daoist shouted, and the overwhelming phantom was actually a Dapeng bird, a hundred meters in size, almost surrounding the open space halfway up the mountainside, and such a large wing shadow made everyone retreat, for fear of being affected by the terrifying wing shadow.

"Dapeng spreads its wings, is it the next nine days of phoenix dance? Can you be a little creative!"

Mu Yu retreated in the air for more than ten feet, and then forcibly stopped his body. His shoulder was so hot that it almost broke, and the spiritual power in his body surged, stabilizing the injury in time. But the Seven Birds Daoist didn't give him a chance to breathe, and the Dapeng Bird rushed towards Mu Yu again, the wind was blowing, flying sand and stones, and he came to Mu Yu in the blink of an eye.

Mu Yu continued to retreat, the tips of the flying swords in his hands against each other, and waves of fluctuations passed from the tips of the swords into each sword. The Shadow Sword couldn't help but tremble, and the surrounding aura began to become disordered.

The second style of the dust swordsmanship, swinging the air and falling the dust, gathering the qi and breaking the spirit, and returning the spirit to the dust. A green light rose from the tip of the sword and pierced directly through the welcome of the Dapeng bird, knocking its wings out of a large hole. Mu Yu's whole person flew into the sky from the hole in the wings, and the Dapeng bird lost control and fell heavily to the ground, dissipating, dusty and thunderous!

Mu Yu's gaze froze, and he instantly narrowed the distance between him and the Seven Fowl Daoist, and the cyan sword qi stabbed straight into the heart of the Seven Fowl Daoist. The black fan in the hand of the Seven Fowl Daoist was blocked in front of his chest, and Mu Yu's shadow sword collided with it, and the Dao explosion sounded, and the Seven Fowl Daoist and Mu Yu each retreated.

"Why is this old guy so powerful!" Mu Yu rubbed his shoulder that was swept by the Dapeng bird, and the numbness gradually disappeared. The people of Jindan Five Heavens really can't be underestimated! Uncle An asked him to fight people in this realm, which was still a bit reluctant for Mu Yu, and Mu Yu suffered a little loss.

Mu Yu was complaining about Uncle An here, but the Seven Birds Dao was very surprised in his heart! This young man only had the strength of a mere Jindan Heavy Heaven, and he was not inferior to himself at all, wouldn't he even be able to beat him in time?

If such a person cannot be subdued, then destroyed!

The Seven Birds Daoist had a fierce look on his face, and the Seven Birds Fan in his hand had already been raised. The people present are all in the Jindan period, except for the two Qingsong faction, the others are quite in awe of themselves, if they can't take down this young man, then I'm afraid it will be a big joke to spread it!

"Mu Yu, it seems that you need Uncle An to make up for you!"

"yes, yes, you can beat this bald head with a big patch!"

The two troublemakers, Kongkong and Miaomiao, threw the banana peel and shouted for fear that the world would not be chaotic.

"Shut up, I don't need to make up for my body!" The Shadow Splitting Sword in Mu Yu's hand turned into sword qi again, and his body was a little bit, and he rushed towards the Seven Fowl Daoist.