Feng Qingzhi stepped forward, his eyes were cold, and with just one step, a deep vitality broke out of his body, and a strong wind swept towards Wang Qingyuan.

The vitality was vigorous, with a little blazing meaning, the wind rose, the air gave birth to fine folds, and he came to Wang Qingyuan in a breath.

Whew!

Wang Qingyuan also took a step, the invisible edge cut, what the wind and dark energy, were torn apart, his black hair was lightly raised, his robe did not move, standing there, his own temperament like a mountain emanated.

"There are a few means, let's make a move, I heard that you have practiced the eighth style of the Five Elements Fist Five-color Furnace, I want to see, how much fire you have practiced, so that there is no one in your eyes!"

Rumble!

As soon as Feng Qingzhi's words fell, Wang Qingyuan made a move, he was not polite at all, his fist moved like a giant awakening, his fist was like a giant axe opening the sky, the air was pierced, the chaotic qi and blood were not visible, only the wisps of chaotic qi swirled around the fist, and struck forward.

Well?

Feng Qingzhi raised his eyebrows, and his heart was angry, this young man actually despised him, but despite this, he didn't dare to underestimate the punch that contained the ninth layer of chaos qi and blood in "Xuantian Gong", and he didn't dare to underestimate it, one palm volley fell, the palm power was continuous, drawing one circle after another, and the palm edge was swimming, like a Taiyin Kunyu.

"Too Yin and Soft Palm"!

In front of the ceremonial hall, the eyes of the two miscellaneous servants on duty flashed, this Feng Qingzhi They have also heard of it, two years ago, they just worshiped the Tianmen Peak lineage, and their talent and understanding are not weak, just two years, the Dao Foundation has been successful in three turns, and it is not far from the realm of Xiaocheng who has built its own foundation and rotated.

Boom!

The fists and palms intersected, and after a short silence, there was a muffled sound, and the air centered on the fists of the two people, twisting violently, and then shattering, turning the three feet around the two of them into a vacuum.

The wind whimpered, and the air around them began to collapse towards the place where the two of them were standing, and neither Feng Qingzhi nor Wang Qingyuan took a step back.

A subtle and dignified color flashed in the depths of his pupils, Feng Qingzhi's palm changed, his index finger and middle finger rose together, turning his palm into a sword, and his fingertips revealed a pure white glow that was four inches long, he drew it with one finger, it seemed that the morning sun was rising, Rui Qi Wandao, rivers and mountains were all in the bottom of his eyes, this is the "Taixuan Sword Technique", compared to any disciple who uses a sword in the outer courtyard, it is more profound and mysterious, and it is better.

Boom!

Wang Qingyuan also turned his fist into a knife, his eyes were like electricity, the palm blade flowed chaotic qi, condensing four inches of mixed energy, his knife technique was not fancy, just a "basic knife technique", but he cut out the knife realm of the greatest gangyang, and gave birth to the sound of gold and iron out of the sheath.

Clang!

The sword fingers and palms collided, and the metal sound was sonorous, which made the two miscellaneous Taoists on duty in front of the Deli Sacrifice Hall stunned, these two people were far inferior to them in terms of swords, and even the strength of this physical body was a little unbelievable, where are the two mortal bodies of the flesh, as if they were made of gold and stone.

Feng Qingzhi's color changed slightly, and as soon as his footsteps moved, he retreated three feet, and his fingertips almost collapsed, and he felt a little spasmodic, and some pain.

He couldn't believe it, how could this son's chaotic qi and blood be tenacious and condensed to such a state, even if he had already penetrated a hundred and ten secret apertures, it shouldn't be like this.

But now, with his status, it is a little difficult to ride a tiger.

Holding the hilt of the sword with his backhand, as soon as his gaze was fixed, a sharp aura rose, and the air around him was like a crack, and there was a fine tearing sound.

"The edge of the sword!"

The two miscellaneous servants glanced at each other, both showed a look of horror, this is not trivial, only in this Dao comprehension to a certain point can you condense the sharp qi after practicing your own vitality, this Feng Qingzhi has just passed the age of the weak crown, there is such a kendo attainment, no wonder it will be valued by the Yifeng Protector, it is indeed its superiority.

"I only have one sword. ”

At this time, Feng Qingzhi's face was not very good-looking.

Rumble!

However, Wang Qingyuan was a little impatient, because the hour was approaching, he was no longer polite, as soon as his footsteps moved, he crossed a few zhang of land, his body qi bloomed, and the chaotic qi and blood spurted out like an ocean, he punched, and the palm-sized five-color furnace appeared on the fist, the metal light was cold, the chaos patterns were intertwined, and an indescribable vast fist realm was derived, locking Feng Qingzhi.

Not good!

Feng Qingzhi was shocked, with the addition of this fist realm, he actually felt his heart tremble, and he didn't dare to hesitate at all, the long sword behind his back was unsheathed, and the sword came out of the Heavenly Gate, the tip of the sword swallowed nearly five inches of pure white sword, and there was a bit of scorching air, in the haze, the two miscellaneous Taoists seemed to see the ancient continuous mountains, and a heavenly gate stood on the cliff, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.

True meaning!

"Heavenly Gate Sword!"

A miscellaneous Taoist exclaimed, this is the second-order swordsmanship of Tianmen Peak's famous veins, known for its strong sword power, fierce and fierce, and then controlled by Tianmen Peak's second-order mental method "Guantiangong", his own vitality is strong and yang, and his swordsmanship is also magnificent and blazing, and he is brave.

Inside the Rite Hall.

On a seven-story attic, two figures stand in front of the red sandalwood railing on the seventh floor, one is about the age of the sixtieth year, is an old Taoist, looks like a crane hair and a childish face, but a pair of sword eyebrows are very sharp, he is dressed in a Ming Huang robe, the Taoist bun is tied up, obviously a serious Taoist priest.

Half a step behind the old Dao, there was a middle-aged Taoist with a white face and an ordinary figure, he was dressed in a blue and purple silk robe, his face was old-fashioned, and his eyes were meticulous at the moment, observing the battle in front of the entrance of the hundred and ten zhang outer hall.

At the moment when Wang Qingyuan's fist moved and the five-color furnace appeared, Lao Dao suddenly spoke: "What does the hall master think?" ”

The middle-aged Taoist frowned, first took three steps back, bowed and saluted, and then spoke, and said with a glance: "The Five Elements Fist is not stuck in the predecessors, the fist realm has changed, if it is a chance to create in the future, it may not be able to go further, and the enlightenment comes out of the Dao realm, and the birth belongs to him Wang Qingyuan's true meaning of the Five Elements Fist, but this son is upright and rebellious, and the way of etiquette is very defective, and the elder and the young are not distinguished, and they have to inherit the pulse of Ziwei Peak. ”

Lao Dao glanced at the middle-aged Taoist, sighed, and said: "You have been a hall master for nearly 20 years, and your temperament is becoming more and more old-fashioned, is this your Tao? ”

In the attic, the middle-aged Taoist priest took a step back when he heard this, bowed down and said, "Thank you for your advice." ”

Lao Dao shook his head and said: "If I really want to guide you, you will not be trapped in the realm of emptiness and darkness for more than ten years, and you have not been able to find your own way so far. ”

Er, as soon as Lao Dao's eyes turned, he showed a little surprise, because at the entrance of the ceremonial hall, Wang Qingyuan's fist suddenly changed.

The five-colored furnace rotated on the fist, but in Feng Qingzhi's eyes at this moment, the furnace body suddenly rose from the ground, taller than the mountains, and the chaotic patterns intertwined with the furnace body seemed to come to life, and a chaotic Taiji diagram emerged from the furnace body.

Yin and Yang are galloping, what mountains, what heavenly gates, all are shattered and shattered, belonging to the majesty of the rotation of the two rituals, which cannot be resisted.

Clang!

The next moment, the sparks splashed everywhere, the sword body was hit by the fist, almost bent into a full moon, Feng Qingzhi screamed miserably, the long sword took off, and the person shot out backwards like a meteor, no sharp sword realm could stop Wang Qingyuan's fist, and it collapsed with one blow.

"The Prototype of True Intentions!"

In the ceremonial hall, in the attic, the middle-aged Taoist priest's old-fashioned face showed a look of surprise for the first time.

The old Taoist also frowned, and said with a smile: "It's not bad, it's not bad, it's so fast, people's hearts are like ghosts, and their gods are like prisons, it seems that the Mochizuki Mountain Range is not for nothing." ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest was silent, just frowned.

In front of the ceremonial hall, a miscellaneous Taoist saw Wang Qingyuan taking a step, did not dare to slack off, and immediately went to the front to lead the way.

Wang Qingyuan walked in the ceremonial hall, many miscellaneous servants and Taoists were watching him carefully from a distance, there were deacons and Taoists who did not squint, walked in a hurry, but walked steadily, and had good manners, and the ceremonial hall was in charge of all the rituals and miscellaneous affairs of Xuantian Dao, and everything was complicated. This is also the fundamental reason why many Jingzi characters in Zhufeng and Zhumai are reluctant to settle in it, who doesn't want to go further if they successfully build a foundation and enter the Dao Foundation. Even if Taoism is quiet and inactive, it is no exception.

Outside the main hall of the ceremonial hall, there was a deacon and Taoist who was there early in the morning, and it was the deacon of the ceremonial hall who was in charge of the outer courtyard sect Dabi that day.

"Ziwei Peak Wang Qingyuan, I have seen the deacon. Wang Qingyuan bowed slightly. Salute.

Nodding, the deacon glanced Wang Qingyuan up and down, finally sighed lightly, and said: "You have a decision, you have a bad day, and you have lost your manners, but you have kept the hour, and you can do it yourself after you go in later." ”

"Thank you, Deacon. ”

Wang Qingyuan opened his mouth, and his thoughts fluctuated in his heart.

Walking into the ceremonial hall, Wang Qingyuan looked at the hall, he was slightly stunned, and an old Taoist had a gentle gaze. Across more than ten zhang fell on the body.

Flying Immortal Peak Peak Lord!

Wang Qingyuan didn't expect that what came today would be this Yuan Shen Zhenren, the master of the first line.

Looking at the master of Feixian Peak again, there was a middle-aged Taoist priest with a white and upright face, looking at his azure blue and purple ribbon robe, Wang Qingyuan understood that this one was most likely the person in charge of the entire ceremonial hall, and the hall master Jingyi Taoist.

Different from the peak master of Feixian Peak, this Jingyi Taoist at a glance, Wang Qingyuan understood that this was a etiquette rule, and there was no room for the slightest deficiency, and even some old-fashioned and strict Taoists, the temperament revealed by the body was not grandiose and upright, but it was also upright and masculine, but it was just a little depressing.

Jingyi Taoist spoke, with a glance, and said: "The outer courtyard sect is a big competition, with the ninth layer of "Xuantian Gong" to seize the position of the leader, Xuantian Dao conventions, not in the precepts, where the "Xuantian Gong" nine layers, without building a foundation, can become an inner disciple, there is a Yuan Shen real person carved the life card, included in the ancestral hall of the back hall ......"

As soon as Lao Dao's eyes moved, he showed a little smile.

Knock!

There are handymen on duty outside the door knocking on the door, one heavy and two light, the rhythm is regular, and the rhythm is extremely strict.

Wang Qingyuan also showed a little different color, and heard Jingyi Daoist speak: "Come in." ”

The door of the hall was pushed open, and a miscellaneous Taoist walked in and announced: "There is a captain of the Zhongzhou Thorn History Mansion and his party going up the mountain, please see the hall master." ”

"Please!"

Jingyi Taoist said solemnly, but did not go out, the imperial dynasty etiquette customized, the world Kyushu, as long as the foundation is successful, into the Dao foundation realm, the position of the seventh to eighth grade, the dragon and tiger gathered Jindan Grandmaster, then the fifth to sixth grade, as for the Jindan, into the mixed Yuan of the empty Venerable, in place and other four products, see a state of assassin history do not worship.

Soon, a young lieutenant dressed in dense cloud pattern iron armor and holding a helmet in his right hand stepped in and saluted with a fist at Jingyi Daoren: "I have seen the hall master." ”

Jingyi Daoist at the same time hugged his fists and returned the salute, the rank is just the rank and the grade, in addition to exempting the three generations of taxes, even if it is only in front of the nine officials, a number of etiquette cannot be missing.

"I've seen a real person!"

As soon as the young captain's eyes moved, he was a little shocked, but this time he bowed and bowed, while the old Dao of the Flying Immortal Peak just waved his hand and said, "The captain is exempt." ”

Wang Qingyuan is awe-inspiring, even in these details, it can be seen that the status and identity are far beyond what people can imagine.

"Xuantian Dao Hun Tian Peak Outer Courtyard disciple Wang Qingyuan, listen to the order of the Qin Heavenly Supervisor!"

Decree of the Celestial Supervisor!

Jingyi Taoist raised his eyebrows, this is a document from the Kyushu Inspection Division, the Kyushu Inspection Department is directly under the royal family, supervising the prime minister of the world's demons and disasters, the power is great, every year's inspection makes the selection, all the world's Kyushu factions countless young people chase, do whatever it takes, this is the only door for practitioners in the world to enter the world.

Wang Qingyuan listened to the order. ”

Wang Qingyuan clenched his fists and bowed, without kneeling, this is the decree of the Qintian Supervisor, not a holy decree, there is no need to kneel to receive it.

"Xuantian Dao Hun Tian Peak outer courtyard disciple Wang Qingyuan, Wangyue Mountain Range, deep into the four more than four human bone pits, rescue more than 500 world cultivators, insight into the demon clan Dao infant sacrifice is virtual and real, the merit is in the community, the people's livelihood is peaceful, because the foundation has not been built, temporarily awarded the alternate patrol position, announced the world, no taste, he built the foundation of the day, awarded the nine grades, and got all the work. ”