Lin Xue sneered: "Brother Wuchen, do you really think that you can keep Qi Fengmu and Fengten?"

"Try it. "The wind is dustless and said lightly.

Lin Xue shook her head and said: "Brother's methods, my sister has already seen it just now, and it is indeed not your opponent! It's just that my sister and I are not the only ones who came here!"

Before the words fell, a figure appeared silently on the edge of the firelight, on the edge of clarity and gloom, and its face seemed to be inconspicuous, and it was not real. However, that extremely dangerous aura clearly fell on Feng Wuchen's body.

"Boy, old beggar, I advise you to get acquainted!" The figure stepped into the light, and it was an old beggar in rags, "Do you know how much sacrifice we have made for you, and more than a hundred brothers have been killed by them in order to cover for you! If it weren't for their deaths, how could you have saved your life! Although the phoenix wood and phoenix tendons were taken out by you, they exchanged their lives for them, and they should have belonged to us!"

Feng Wuchen stood up, looked at the old beggar coldly and said, "What if I don't pay it?"

The old beggar's eyes were cold, and he suddenly slapped out his palm, which looked light and fluttering, and it was not very powerful. In fact, on the contrary, under the palm of his hand, the spiritual power of heaven and earth suddenly condensed, roaring in all directions, pressing the wind and dust to make it difficult to escape.

Feng Wuchen was shocked, and turned the treasure fan to make a move of the Flying Cloud Sword Technique, "Piercing the Cloud Cracking Stone". In a hurry, he forced a way out, Feng Wuchen just wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but he heard the old beggar snort coldly, and slapped his palm again, from top to bottom. The spiritual power roared, condensed into a huge spiritual power palm in mid-air, fell from the sky, and slapped angrily towards Feng Wuchen.

Under the giant palm, the wind is dustless like an ant, and his heart sinks to the bottom, but he does not panic. With his palms in his hands, Qi Fengmu floated in the air, pointed at his sword, and disappeared in front of him silently.

The next moment, Qi Fengmu collided with the giant palm.

"Bang ......"

The giant palm shattered, the spiritual power scattered, and the wind howled. Qi Fengmu was also shocked and flew away, the wind and blood rolled, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

The old beggar's face was gloomy, and he took out a toothless pottery bowl from his arms, Lin Xue frowned, and called softly: "Old Liu." ”

The old beggar said coldly: "If this son is not removed, there will be endless troubles!"

Lin Xuebei clenched her teeth, her eyes flashed, and she didn't say anything more. The old beggar stretched out his finger to the pottery bowl, and the pottery bowl spun and flew up. On the top of the wind-free head, the head and feet turned over, turning faster and faster, seeing the wind will grow, and the blink of an eye will grow to six or seven zhang circumference, three or four zhang high.

A huge spiritual power roared out from the mouth of the bowl, pressing the wind and dust. The wind is dustless, and the old trick is repeated, and the Qiankun fan is used again. However, this time the Qiankun fan is not very effective, only a gap is slightly broken, and it is okay to breathe, but if you want to escape, you can't.

Feng Wuchen once again used the perched phoenix wood, and the effect was also average, and he used the long whip again, but there was still no progress. Helpless, he sighed secretly and closed his eyes, but he didn't have much panic, just very unwilling.

Lin Xue looked at the giant bowl falling upside down, less than three feet away from Feng Wuchen, her eyes couldn't bear it, she moved her lips, but she didn't open her mouth to plead again.

Liu Lao's face was cold, his right palm fell, and he saw that the wind was about to be swallowed into the "giant mouth". A black light suddenly flashed out of the forest, and with a "bang" sound, it hit the side of the pottery bowl, knocked over the pottery bowl, and smashed it into the river.

Feng Wuchen was stunned for a while, and as soon as the water was poured, he woke up and fled to the edge of the forest in a hurry. Old beggar Liu's gaze crossed the wind and dust, staring coldly at the depths of the forest, and a tall figure slowly walked out of the forest, it was Old Man Zhang. Old man Zhang looked at Feng Wuchen and nodded lightly, with a look of relief.

"Old man Zhang, aren't you a hideer, why did you take the initiative to show up?"

Old man Zhang snorted coldly: "It's not because someone is shameless, not to mention the big bullying, even the magic weapon has been used, and I'm not afraid of making people laugh off their big teeth!"

Old beggar Liu was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and said angrily: "You old man don't want the dog to meddle with the mouse! This is the old man's grudge with him, you better get out of the way quickly!"

"Old beggar Liu, I haven't seen you for a long time, your old horseman's skin is really getting thicker and thicker! Today, the old man wants to see what shameless things you have to do!" Old man Zhang looked like he would never back down.

Old beggar Liu was so angry that his face turned purple, and he said coldly: "Then the two of us have to compare and compare!"

Old man Zhang sneered: "I'm afraid you old thing is a little illiterate, how can it be that there are only two of us to compare!" Half-turned, facing the darkness, "You scholar is too cunning, you can't do anything at all, and you still want to pick up ready-made!"

Old beggar Liu's face was gloomy, and he said angrily: "Count you ruthless!" His figure flashed, and he disappeared into the darkness with Lin Xue.

Feng Wuchen bowed to Old Man Zhang and said, "Thank you Old Man Zhang for coming to the rescue!"

Old man Zhang waved his hand and said, "You don't have to thank me! Who should you thank you knows! However, the old man advises you not to be delusional!"

Feng Wuchen nodded heavily, and said indifferently: "The juniors are still a little self-aware, so naturally they don't dare to be delusional!"

Old man Zhang looked at the somewhat stubborn Feng Wuchen, suddenly saw his own shadow back then, sighed lightly, and his tone was much softer: "The old man doesn't look down on you, but just for you and Miss! Identity, status, and power are all such worldly words, but they are so insurmountable." If you can't get along with them, you will only be hurt by yourself and the people you love!" The more he talked, the more emotional he became, staring into the distance, and not moving for a long time.

Qin Miaoyin's smile flashed in Feng Wuchen's mind one by one, and he was full of emotion, and he couldn't help but sigh and pull Old Man Zhang's thoughts back. Old man Zhang patted Feng Wuchen's shoulder lightly and said, "Just now, the old man smelled that your grilled fish was good, go get two more, let's not get drunk tonight!"

Feng Wuchen agreed, took two steps, turned around again, and said to Old Man Zhang: "Old Zhang, that old beggar actually knows that Mr. Zhong didn't come, right?"

Old man Zhang smiled and said, "That old beggar naturally knows! It's just that the old man has already given him the steps, if he doesn't go down, the old man has his own way to let that scholar come over!"

Feng Wuchen nodded, and got busy, Old Man Zhang lit a fire, saw the storage bag next to him, picked it up, poured out all the things inside, smacked his tongue, his eyes were green, and he said softly: "His grandmother's, this Peach Blossom Palace is too rich, such a kid's family background is thicker than Lao Tzu!"

Feng Wuchen cleaned up, and the two pushed the cups and drank happily. Feng Wuchen couldn't remember exactly how many cups he drank, but he only remembered that he only closed his eyes slightly. When I opened my eyes again, it was already dawn, and I realized that I had fallen asleep last night. Swept around

, Old man Zhang has disappeared.

called a few times, but still no one answered, pinched the trick, stepped on the flying sword, and continued to hurry. This night, the moonlight was good, and it didn't stop all the way, so I hurried and hurried, and finally arrived near the left side of Xianma Mountain in the middle of the night.

I don't know what the situation of Xianma Mountain is now, so I didn't dare to approach rashly, so I collected the flying sword near the north of the Qingyu River and fell into the dense forest. Quietly groping towards the Qingyu River, he walked nervously for forty or fifty miles, and walked out of the dense forest. I saw that the entire Xianma Mountain Range was full of war, and the Xianma Mountain was illuminated as if it were daytime. There were many people around, the voices of people were noisy, and the roars of beasts were endless.

Feng Wuchen couldn't help frowning, his throat was a little dry, and he subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Although he had fantasized about the battle situation, he didn't expect it to be so intense. From such a distance, the strong smell of blood forced him to breathe.

Hurriedly swallowed two pills, put on the armor given by Liu Weiran, and rushed over. Approaching, crouching behind a boulder, and looking at it for a moment. I found that Xianma Mountain had been surrounded by groups, most of them were female cultivators, and looking at their dress, they should all be from Baihua Valley. The inner circle is roaring with spiritual power, the treasure light is endless, and the shouts and wails are earth-shattering.

Feng Wuchen took a long breath and was about to sneak over quietly and kill them by surprise. I had just turned the boulder when I stepped on a frog.

"Quack......," the frog let out an abrupt wail.

By the Qingyu River, two patrolling female cultivators shouted loudly at the same time: "Who?"

Feng Wuchen quietly retracted his feet and didn't speak, just hoping that the two would give up on their own. However, he did not get his wish, and instead of going away, the footsteps of the two men were getting closer and closer. Seeing that he couldn't dodge, it was better to strike first, so he suddenly turned out of the boulder and whipped it over.

These two women have only built the cultivation of the seventh or eighth layer of the foundation period, although Feng Wuchen has already shown mercy, but the two of them are also difficult to resist, and they were caught off guard, and they were directly whipped away by Feng Wuchen, and they lost consciousness. But the cries of the two of them also attracted the attention of others, and as soon as Feng Wuchen rushed a few steps, a female cultivator on the second floor of the Jindan stage blocked his way.

"Hurry up and get your name on the page!, or you'll be ......"

The wind is dustless and not verbose, the whip in the right hand and the fan in the left hand, using two magic weapons, and beating the female cultivator back with one move. The figure was vertical and crossed the Qingyu River.

Warnings rang out. There are more and more people who are surrounded by wind and dust, but their cultivation is not too high, and the highest is the fourth layer of the Jindan period, and it is estimated that the most powerful ones are fighting with the people of Xianma Mountain in the inner circle.

Feng Wuchen has several powerful magic weapons, coupled with strong spiritual power, and he is also wearing treasure armor, and he is rampage all the way, and no one can stop him. With only one cup of tea, he had already crossed Taihua Mountain unreasonably and rushed to Zhongming Mountain. still swept through the various battle circles, but did not find his ancestor, and was about to speed up and rush over.

A familiar rebuke reached his ears: "Grandma will never surrender to you even if she dies!" Turning his head, in the encirclement of five people, it was Feng Qijiao. At this time, she was covered in blood, but she still struggled to surrender.

"Look for death!"

The five of them shot at the same time, and Feng Qijiao saw that there was no way to avoid it, so she had to close her eyes and wait for death, but what she was waiting for was a series of miserable screams. Tremblingly, he opened his eyes, only to see a figure tightly wrapped in armor.

"Are you?" Feng Qijiao was surprised.

Feng Wuchen took off his helmet and said, "I don't know if you still recognize me?"

"The wind is dustless!"

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