Lin Wufeng is also helpless, once he reaches the foundation building period, he will have the right to speak accordingly, and in the same realm, although the cultivation in the late and middle stages and early stages is very different, it cannot be the same as treating disciples.

Therefore, it is not easy to stop Li Yijia from challenging Zeng Yushu, and he is here today just to make a move at a critical moment, so as not to make a mistake and make things out of control, and no matter who wins or loses, it will be a loss for the sect.

But in his heart, he just hoped that Li Yijia would make a measured move and defeat Zeng Yushu, and there should be no insulting words and actions, otherwise this Zeng Yushu is also a resolute person, who dares to blow himself up The monk dares to force him tightly?

At this time, noon had passed, but Li Yijia was still nowhere to be seen, and just when Lin Wufeng was secretly glad that Li Yijia had given up, a figure flew out of the attic of his own disciple and stood lightly on the fighting platform.

With a sweep of his eyes, he saw that the master of the sect and all the foundation building monks were standing under the stage, and his eyes shrank, and he almost showed timidity, but he immediately returned to normal.

At this time, Li Yijia finally realized that he was also a member of the foundation building, and he could already sit on an equal footing with everyone in the audience, and he no longer had to be afraid, and he would even become an existence beyond them in the future.

Thinking of this, Li Yijia showed a proud look on his face again, and shouted loudly to Zeng Yushu's attic: "Elder Zeng Yushu, please advise Li Yijia after the end of school." ”

This shout also uses strong spiritual power, not to mention that Zeng Yushu is so close, I am afraid that it can be heard outside the mountain gate.

If an ordinary monk heard this, he would definitely reply or show up directly, but after a cup of tea, Zeng Yushu still didn't move, as if he really hadn't heard it.

All the cultivators in the audience have been building the foundation for many years, and the Qi cultivation kung fu is naturally excellent, and there has been no remarks yet, but Li Yijia on the stage felt that he was despised, his face was slightly red, and his proud color had become full of anger.

"Zeng Yushu, Li Yijia's challenge, can you dare to accept it?" Under the anger, he no longer cares about his demeanor, and now it is best to directly provoke him and compete with him.

Half a cup of tea passed, but there was still no response, and the attic was still quiet, and no one looked like they were going to come out.

At this moment, everyone in the audience began to discuss, it stands to reason that if a new foundation building monk wants to challenge a monk who has built a foundation for many years, no one should refuse, because the strength of the strength can determine the weight of the right to speak in the deliberations.

For example, Wu An's strength is slightly lost to the master, so his right to speak is not inferior to his senior brother, this is the benefit of strength.

Li Yijia is extremely angry, this person is too rude, originally he just wanted to beat him and beg for mercy, but now it seems that it is difficult to understand the anger in his heart if he does not beat him or destroy him.

"Since you don't come out, then I'll come to the door myself to ask for advice. ”

After Li Yijia finished speaking, he flew towards Zeng Yushu's attic, although Lin Wufeng felt that this was against the door rules, but thinking of Zeng Yushu was also a little rude, even if he didn't compare, he only needed to admit defeat and be soft, didn't this Li Yijia often be bullied before?

But now if you don't reply and don't show up, what is the reason, you didn't stop it after hesitating, and the others didn't stop it when they saw the door master, so they were naturally happy to watch the excitement.

So everyone's eyes followed Li Yijia's figure, kicked open Zeng Yushu's door with a "clang", and rushed in when the two doors opened, and then the two doors rebounded back and closed and blocked everyone's eyes.

Everyone was surprised by Li Yijia's arrogant kick, and before they could express their dissatisfied thoughts in their hearts, they heard a "bang", and the two gates were instantly shattered.

Immediately after a figure flew upside down, fell five or six feet from the broken gate, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and struggled to raise his head, looking at the hole in disbelief.

Huang Deming saw a figure flying out upside down, so he hurriedly lowered his head, thinking about how to explain to the door master when Li Yijia was too heavy.

But when he heard the surprised sounds of the people around him, he felt that something was wrong, so he looked at the person on the ground, it was okay not to look at it, and he was shocked when he saw it, how could this be Li Yijia who had just rushed in?

Li Yijia, who fell to the ground, seemed to be too seriously injured to say a word, just supported the ground with his left hand, and pointed to the hole in the darkness with his right hand, his face was pale, and his eyes showed a look of excessive fright.

"Who is the Taoist friend, dare to break into this door and hurt people?" Huang Deming was so shocked that he didn't care about listening to the surprised comments of others, he roared, and instantly sacrificed the flying sword, and before everyone could react, the flying sword stabbed into the attic with a "whoosh".

The loud sound of the "bell" stabbed the ears of everyone twenty or thirty feet away, and at the same time, the eyes flashed, and the flying sword actually returned from the original way with a wail, and the sword returned in vain with such a fast speed.

"It's a friendly means, but it's too far to be arrogant. Having said that, Huang Deming's face was solemn, his hands hurriedly pinched out the fingers, and one by one Xun characters quickly appeared and merged into the flying sword.

The flying sword was fused with such a deep spiritual power, and it gradually became floating, but when it was floating, a Dao phantom appeared next to the sword, and in a moment, there were thousands of flying swords connected with phantoms.

The blow in the middle stage of foundation building, not only was it useless, but it was actually beaten back strongly, it was not the current three major sect masters, the number of monks who could do this was not enough to slap the palm, could it be that it was actually a mid-stage monk of the Zhenmen Genmen? No matter who it was, it was enough for Huang Deming to show all his strength.

I saw that with a wave of his hands, the thousands of flying swords flew towards the attic, flying around the attic quickly, and all the flying swords stabbed into the attic from all directions and every corner as if they had received an order.

Originally, there was only one real flying sword, and the others were all phantoms, but when these countless flying swords first came into contact with the attic, each of them stabbed a hole and stabbed into the attic, and it turned out that each of these flying swords could hurt people.

The attic was attacked by these thousands of flying swords without any dead ends, and the moment the flying swords pierced it, it had turned into countless sawdust and collapsed with a bang.

Then I heard a loud sound of "clang", and a blue light fan spun up quickly, blocking the flying sword piercing above, and the sound came out because of this.

A figure also rose into the air with the blue light fan, and countless sawdust and flying swords grazed by him, but he didn't hurt the person in the slightest.

"Don't try to run for your life. Huang Deming saw the figure flying out, thinking that he was about to escape, and then he also flew up, and he didn't have time to withdraw the flying sword, and with a wave of his right hand, a cloud of air in front of him instantly froze, and he quickly smashed towards the figure.

Seeing this, the figure that had just flown out did not defend itself, and his right hand pinched his fingers sharply, and the same ball of air solidified in front of him, attacking forward.

There was a loud "bang", and all the monks in the early stage of foundation building on the square, except for one or two, were shocked to stand unsteadily, and the sawdust that was still fluttering in the air was blown up by the aftermath and scattered like sharp swords.

"Elder Huang is nothing more than that, Zeng has understood. "Seven

Zeng Yushu, who had retreated more than a foot in the air, had an indifferent face, his hands behind his back, and the Qingguang fan was slightly damaged in the last fight with the strange creature, but now it was intact, and it seemed to be open in front of him, extremely spiritual.

"You, you, it turned out to be you. ”

Huang Deming was in a hurry just now and forgot to use his spiritual sense to check who was in the house, and the two of them were shocked as soon as they fought, so he couldn't help but be careless, so he didn't notice that the person in front of him was Zeng Yushu.

Lin Wufeng wanted to make a move when Li Yijia flew out upside down and fell to the ground, but when his spiritual sense swept it, he found that it was Zeng Yushu, and he was very surprised.

Wu was surprised with eagerness, and regretted that he didn't make the first move when he realized that it was Zeng Yushu just now, so he couldn't fight now, and at this time, the battle spirit in his eyes was strong, and he wished that the person who was in the air was him.

Luo Weiji was very unhappy in his heart, he didn't like Yi Heng and Zeng Yushu, this dislike had turned into an obvious dislike after the death of his disciple Liu Hathan, but with his identity, he would not embarrass these two honorary apprentices.

It's just that he doesn't care about it, he lets himself destruct, even if he sees Li Qingquan slandering Yi Heng and Zeng Yushu for no reason, he never has the slightest intention of helping.

But at this moment, Zeng Yushu has grown up to this point, although he can be promoted for some reason, but it doesn't matter anymore, the important thing is that this person can already be compared with himself.

Yan Changkong has always boasted of his wisdom, but he had already been shocked by the momentary fight just now, and when he came back to his senses, the two of them had already made a few moves, and when they saw that the figure was Zeng Yushu, they opened their mouths even wider.

"Doesn't it mean that you can't make an inch of cultivation for cultivation?

Most people obviously feel deeply deceived, shocked and frightened, although Li Yijia's qualifications are good, but that is a later thing, but now this person has far surpassed himself.

"Elder Huang still has to fight?" Zeng Yushu was not afraid, he had already roughly estimated his strength in a few moves just now, even if it was not an opponent of the older generation such as Huang Deming in the middle stage of foundation building, but the difference would definitely not be too far.

"Hmph, Elder Zeng, please. Huang Deming's face was red and blue, and he was very disappointed in his heart, and he was annoyed, and then waved his hands sharply, and the air around him solidified into the appearance of various magic weapons, and he roared towards Zeng Yushu.

Although he was annoyed, he also knew that the master of the door was here at this time, and he must be extremely happy when he came out of Zeng Yushu, and he would not allow any damage.

If the flying sword is sacrificed, it will be stopped immediately, so now I can only hope that I can rely on the depth of my cultivation to make this son lose in order to save face.

Zeng Yushu smiled indifferently, and when he saw that he didn't sacrifice the flying sword, he also slapped away the blue light fan in front of him, pinched his fingers with both hands, and quickly condensed into various magic weapons in the air to attack him.

"Bang bang bang. The rapid sound of the tea kung fu shook everyone's hearts in a panic, and some of the slightly poorer ones even felt that their minds were swollen and about to suffocate.

Fortunately, when Huang Deming realized that he couldn't easily defeat this person, he really regarded it as an intra-door competition, but such a competition is rare, and now there are people sparring, although the two are serious on their faces, they are also willing to fight, and at the same time have reservations.

The loud sound of a continuous cup of tea finally ended, and everyone hurriedly looked at the two of them, only to see the two of them falling from the sky and landing on the fighting platform at the same time, five or six zhang apart.

Huang Deming's uniform beard rose without wind, his hands behind his back, his eyes narrowed slightly, there was no anger on his face, and there was a hint of joy in it.

Zeng Yushu put his left hand behind his back, his right hand stretched out in front of his chest, and at this time, a fan suddenly appeared on his right hand, and with a "bang", the fan opened, and he held the fan in his right hand and slowly stirred it in front of him.

His face was slightly flushed, his eyes were becoming more and more warlike, and he swept everyone in the audience slightly, taking in everyone's expressions, especially Li Yijia, who stood up and cowered aside, his eyes were still full of disbelief, surprise, and fear.

"Elder Zeng is really extraordinary, and I have learned a lot from today's discussion, and I hope to forgive Li Yijia for his affairs. Huang Deming saw that the corner of his eyes swept over Li Yijia, and he was afraid that he would pursue it, so he said in a deep voice.

"Elder Huang has won the award, and thanks to the elders for their advice, the previous things will pass like the wind. ”

Zeng Yushu was also very surprised when he said this, didn't he hate Li Qingquan's father and son very much? Why did he say this at this time, but he knew very well that this was what he really thought in his heart.

"Haha, this is very good, no matter how Elder Zeng did it, now the strength of this sect has increased greatly, it is really a blessing for this sect, and all the Qiankun Hall is discussed. ”

Lin Wufeng was also very happy to see Zeng Yushu so atmospheric, plus there were many mid-stage foundation building in the gate, this was even more powerful than ten more foundation building, you must know how many monks who could go to the middle stage of foundation building now?

"Yes, Master. At this time, Zeng Yushu finally understood that when he reached this kind of cultivation, all he was thinking about was how to improve his cultivation and how to have more resources, and it seemed that he couldn't care too much about other things.

Zeng Yushu, who followed behind the door master, was Luo Weiji, Wu Uneasy, Huang Deming, and other Yan Changkong and others followed behind them, this is the embodiment of strength, and the distinction of class is especially obvious at this time.

"Now that I am finally standing at the peak of the Immortal Cultivation Realm, all of this is all due to the grace of my senior brother, but this mentality is so flat, is it fortunate or unfortunate?

Zeng Yushu, who was walking slowly, thought silently in his heart, and the power and confidence that he unintentionally exuded in his gestures had surpassed Yan Changkong behind him.

Yi Heng could predict that Zeng Yushu would definitely enter the middle stage of foundation building, but he didn't expect what was happening outside, let alone Zeng Yushu, who had cultivated to the great advance, to be treated so heavily, but these did not affect his mood.

At this time, he came back from his meditation, his tired face was full of joy, although he should have thought of the strange thing that he had thought of for a long time now now, but he could immediately solve the mystery of the picture left by the ancestor of the Creation Gate, what could be more exciting than this?

"I always thought it was a problem with words and hexagrams, but now it is the wrong direction, according to the innate gossip map, Xun is the southwest, and now this stone wall is due east, no wonder I felt a little awkward in the early days. ”

While muttering to himself, he carefully recalled the innate gossip azimuth map.

"Qiannan Kunbei, Gen northwest, Duandong, Zhendong, Xunxi, Liwei East, Kanju West. As the words fell, he pressed his hands on the words and slowly turned the gossip map on the stone wall until he placed all the directions one by one.

When the last kan character rotated due west, there was a "click" sound, and then the stone wall split in two, slowly receding to both sides, and a gap slowly appeared in the middle of the Bagua map.