Zhou Yifeng raised his head at this time, looked at the person opposite carefully, and saw that he was dressed in gray and white cloth, snow-white hair, gray beard, his face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes were bright, radiating divine light between opening and closing. The divine sense swept out, but he couldn't see through his breath at all, as if there was a layer of power around him, which isolated his investigation! This kind of situation made Zhou Yifeng faintly guess, and the person in front of him was probably the Jindan ancestor of the Zhao family!

While Zhou Yifeng was looking at him, Zhao Yuting was also observing Zhou Yifeng. He could see at a glance that Zhou Yifeng was indeed on the second floor of the foundation, and he had not yet reached the middle of the second floor, and his age should be less than thirty years old. It is said that reaching such a cultivation at this age can only be regarded as ordinary, but it is not ordinary to fight like this with the cultivation of the second layer of the foundation and the monk of the fifth layer of the foundation! Moreover, the power of the sword just now, Zhao Yuting knows his own family affairs, Zhao Jian will definitely not be able to take it, even if he is next, he will be seriously injured! Therefore, when he saw that the sword was about to fall in his divine sense, he took action to resolve Zhao Jian's crisis.

After some observation, Zhao Yuting spoke:

"Who are you, and why are you making trouble in my Qingshan Town?"

There was no anger or joy on his face, and he could not see the slightest mood swing.

When Zhou Yifeng heard this, he laughed, and really responded to that sentence, not a family, not a family! The Zhao family, it turns out that they are all so virtuous, and they can't help but choke and say:

"You don't have to know who I am! And your eyes see that I'm making trouble?"

Zhao Yuting's face was stunned, how many years, no one in Qingshan Town had ever dared to speak to him like this, and he couldn't help but feel a burst of fire in his heart, and said:

"Stubborn, the old man will take you down first, and see if your master will come forward!"

After speaking, the robe was windless and automatic, and he reached out to grab Zhou Yifeng!

Suddenly, Zhou Yifeng felt a momentum pressing down, making him feel like he was in a deep quagmire, and his movements became slow. Seeing the other party's palm grabbing at him, according to his current speed, there is no time to stop it!

In a hurry, the tip of the sword was slightly raised, and a thunder soul stimulus shot out!

Zhao Yuting was about to catch Zhou Yifeng, and when he was even thinking about how to deal with him in his heart, he suddenly felt a pain in the sea, which made him lose his mind for a moment, and under the shock, the momentum was stunned, and the strength covering Zhou Yifeng suddenly dissipated!

How could Zhou Yifeng miss such a good opportunity, when he regained his freedom, Zhenyuan was running wildly, and in the buzzing sound of the long sword, it turned into a thunder sword nearly two feet wide and more than two zhang long, and he shouted angrily in his heart, and the thunder slashed out!

This sword, which poured all the strength of Zhou Yifeng, slashed through an afterimage, and with a piercing sonic boom, it fell on top of Zhao Yuting's head!

Zhao Yuting had just recovered from the shock, the thunder sword above his head made him shocked and angry, and he didn't pay attention, he actually let this junior take the lead! With an angry shout, a black ruler-shaped weapon appeared in his hand, facing the slashing giant sword!

With a "bang", a deafening sound resounded through the world, and a ripple spread out at the intersection of the ruler sword!

Zhou Yifeng was shocked, took a few steps back, and his chest churned! On the other hand, Zhao Yuting actually shook slightly, and then stood firm, with a look of shame and anger on his face!

was attacked twice, Zhao Yuting ignored the suspicion of being able to bully the small, stepped forward, picked up the black ruler, and was about to smash it.

But when Zhou Yifeng retreated, when his wrist rotated, he had already unloaded his strength, and when Zhao Yuting deceived him, the long sword waved continuously, and the first style of the nine swords of the wind swept one by one, and it was launched instantly!

Zhao Yuting had just picked up the black ruler, and before he got close, he suddenly felt a squeezing force coming, although he was not completely imprisoned, but he was as slow as a snail!

This feeling was extremely short-lived, only a breath, but after this short breath, a giant sword came to the top of his head again!

Zhao Yuting is so aggrieved! What is this called, he was a dignified golden pill, but he was actually slashed to the top of his head twice in a row by a small foundation building monk! But seeing that the giant sword was about to fall, the black ruler could not retreat, so he had to move his heart, and a shield appeared above his head, and when the giant sword was about to touch his scalp, it could be blocked! Just a smell of burnt paste came, and the originally snow-white hair on the top of his head was already scorched black!

The onlookers exclaimed in surprise, and when they looked at Zhou Yifeng's eyes, they couldn't help but reveal a trace of shock! Many of them could see that Zhou Yifeng was only in the early stage of foundation building. But such a person actually split Zhao Yuting, the number one master in Qingshan Town and the Jindan period, twice in a row, especially the last time, if it wasn't for Zhao Yuting having that shield, the giant sword would really fall on top of his head! Even so, Zhao Yuting was embarrassed and lost face!

Zhou Yushan was even more at a loss, but he knew that Zhou Yifeng seemed to have the upper hand, but in fact, it was because Zhao Yuting underestimated the enemy. If Zhao Yuting did his best as soon as he came up, Zhou Yifeng would have no chance to resist at all!

And at this time, next to the two disciples of Qi Yun Sect, a man in a moon-white robe was looking at the two sides with a radiant expression, he was the Jindan monk who showed his face at the beginning of the selection meeting!

When he saw the power of Zhou Yifeng's giant sword and Zhao Yuting's embarrassment, his heart moved, his hand shook, and a flying sword broke through the air, but his eyes were fixed on the field!

Thousands of miles away, a dragon-like mountain range, stretching for hundreds of miles, in the middle of a towering peak, there are several golden halls, in the afterglow of the setting sun, exuding a faint golden light!

In a large hall in the middle, a middle-aged scribe in a blue shirt sat in the center, and on either side of it sat seven or eight people of different shapes, only one of whom listened:

"Sect Master, this selection conference is coming to an end, how to distribute new disciples, please give me instructions!"

Here, it is the sect of the Qiyun Sect, and the person who looks like a middle-aged scribe is the contemporary sect master of the Qiyun Sect, Mo Qingyun!

Mo Qingyun thought about it, and was just about to speak, when he suddenly beckoned, a flying sword fell into his hand, his mind swept away, his face changed slightly, and said:

"Elder He!"

On the left, a bearded man of about forty or fifty years of age stood up and answered:

"Hetu is here, what does the sect master command?"

Mo Qingyun shook his hand, and the flying sword passed into He Tu's hand, and said:

"Go to Qingshan Town, be sure to bring this person back, remember, don't use force!"

He Tu glanced at the contents of the biography, his figure flashed, and he disappeared into the main hall!

At this time, Zhao Yuting had completely exploded, the true yuan of his body was surging, and his momentum was pressing towards Zhou Yifeng like a mountain, and the black ruler with black light smashed down, and said sharply:

"Give me death!"

Under the pressure of momentum, Zhou Yifeng once again used the Thunder Soul Thorn, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, presumably Zhao Yuting had already taken precautions, so he returned in vain!

Seeing that the black ruler was about to fall on the top of his head, Xiao Qingwen next to him was about to rush to the battlefield, but was grabbed by Zhou Yushan! Zhou Yushan knew in his heart that this time Zhou Yifeng might be in a catastrophe, what he was thinking about now was how to keep Xiao Qingwen! Glancing around, he grabbed Xiao Qingwen, and when everyone's eyes were focused on Zhao Yuting and Zhou Yifeng, he slowly moved away from the position just now, avoiding the sight of the Zhao family.

Zhou Yifeng was not panicked at this time, although he was slow to move and couldn't block Zhao Yuting's black ruler, but he still had Lei Yuanzhu, and there was a black thunder in it! According to Feng Ziya, that thunder couldn't even be fought against by the Yuanying Cultivator!

Just when Zhou Yifeng was about to summon the black thunder, a flower appeared in front of him, and a moon-white figure appeared in front of him, and then a sword light flashed, and after a loud bang, a voice sounded:

"Senior Zhao, please be merciful!"