The Yuanying monk who had been chasing Han Fengge in the sky was Song Qiuhong, the master of the Jiangzhou Star Picking Pavilion.

Song Qiuhong, who gave up his face for his beloved disciple and snatched the "Cloud Steaming Daze Spectrum", was actually more anxious in his heart than the slippery Han Fengge, of course he knew that after this mountain beam was Yun Mengze Zhong Fanmiao's territory, when the time came, it would be a fool's dream for him to snatch the "Cloud Steaming Daze Spectrum" at the door of Yun Mengze in Yunzhou, so he had to catch Han Fengge before he rushed over the mountain beam. Although he didn't want to kill the disciple of Kunyu Mountain, he couldn't take care of it so much in a hurry, otherwise he would not only run in vain, but also very likely to be killed and killed by the queen of the autumn, after all, a few years ago, the person surnamed Cheng on Kunyu Mountain killed people in front of the jade pen Feng worship, and it cannot be said that all monks in the world are afraid, but at least half of the monks will be afraid to death.

Just as he was anxiously searching for Han Fengge, a shadow at the end of the mountain forest jumped out of the forest and flew towards the top of the mountain. Song Qiuhong didn't think about it, with a big stroke of the pen in her hand, a strong breath came out through the pen and smashed heavily into the figure.

Han Fengge, who was in mid-air, felt the strong wind in his back, and knew that it was the Yuanying Monk who had been chasing after him all the time that had discovered him and shot at him. Han Fengge, whose body was suspended in the air, immediately turned to face the Yuanying Cultivator, and the Ancient Sword of Destroying the City in his hand was blocked in front of his chest to block that momentum. Although Han Fengge of the Destruction of the City Gang had most of his strength at the moment, he was still hit in the chest by the remaining momentum, and the qi and blood in his body were so shocked that a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell into the small pavilion on the top of the mountain.

Han Fengge, who fell straight to the small pavilion, smiled bitterly in his heart: "Are you going to faint again?" Then he lost consciousness, and just a moment before he was completely unconscious, he suddenly felt that his body was being held, and then he didn't know anything.

On the small pavilion on the top of the mountain, there has always been a man in a wide white robe sitting there drinking tea, but neither Han Fengge nor Song Qiuhong, who was anxious in his heart, found that person existed, or that person didn't want the two of them to see him at the beginning, so they couldn't see him.

Just when Song Qiuhong saw Han Fengge being hit by himself and falling towards the top of the mountain, he accelerated and rushed over, he wanted to leave Han Fengge in the north of Yunwu Mountain, not that he had to teach the truth across the mountain, but that he vaguely felt that it was better to do so, as for why he didn't bother to think about it now.

When Song Qiuhong was about to grab the young man in his hand, he was faced with a wall made of huge spiritual power that blocked him a few steps, and he rushed too fast and hit his head against the wall before he stopped.

Song Qiuhong, who bumped into the south wall, saw the white-robed man in the pavilion holding the young man, and the indescribable bitterness in his heart after seeing the man's face clearly.

The one who was drinking tea in the pavilion and now rescued was the sect master of Yun Mengze, Zhong Fanmiao, who appeared at the foot of Kunyu Mountain a few years ago.

Zhong Fanmiao looked at Song Qiuhong in front of him with a smile on his face: "It turns out that Mr. Song of the Star Pavilion also likes to do this trick of stealing chickens and dogs, if you really like the "Cloud Steaming Daze Spectrum", you can come to my house to borrow it, maybe I will sell you a face, if I am stingy, you can also worship under my door, and as my disciple, you can naturally practice the immortal spectrum." But now that you're masked and murderous, what are you trying to do?"

Song Qiuhong's face was flushed by his verbal humiliation, and she pulled the white veil on her bottom and said: "Okay, I bumped into Mr. Zhong Da today, and I, Song someone, admit it! If you want to fight, you will fight, if you want to kill, you will kill, anyway, I can't beat you, and I can't kill you." But as the head of a sect, why did you insult me with such words?"

Zhong Fanmiao looked at the young face of Han Fengge in his arms, and showed a relieved smile. Since his son was killed by the wicked twenty years ago, the couple has not been able to have a boy and a woman in all these years, and because of this, they look up to this brave and responsible young man.

Zhong Fanmiao turned around and gently put Han Fengge into the pavilion behind him, and then said to Song Qiuhong, who was embarrassed and angry: "I have also looked down on you for Song Qiuhong in the Star Pavilion for many years. I always feel that although your cultivation is weaker, but you are alone to support a sect that is not small, and your reputation is quite good, then there is always something extraordinary. But now it seems that I was mistaken, when Mr. Song covered his face and robbed a teenage child, did he ever think about his own face? Could it be that you can be shameless by covering your face? If you put what you want to rob, it is my Yun Mengze's, don't you say that your shameless ability is not worthy of my previous words?"

Song Qiuhong was furious when she heard this, completely ignoring that her own cultivation was not the opponent of this Mr. Zhong in front of her, and said: "Okay! Okay! Okay! The surname Zhong, I only heard that your craftsmanship is good before, but now it seems that your verbal work is also very good!"

Zhong Fanmiao saw that he was sarcastic in turn and just smiled slightly and didn't take it to heart, this Song Qiuhong said that the handiwork was his unique jade carving kung fu, many people had used this to squeeze him, but he Zhong Fanmiao didn't think there was anything to be ashamed of playing jade carving, he just liked it, don't you get used to it? Come and bite me!

Zhong Fanmiao smiled indifferently and said, "Oh? Mr. Song is afraid that he only knows Zhong's jade carving skills, and doesn't know Zhong's skills in planting, making, and boiling tea, right? ”

Song Qiuhong knew that he was squeezing himself again, and in terms of lip service, his surname Song was still too sincere. Hengzhu is a death, and he will be released today, Anyway, the matter of picking up the Star Pavilion has been fully explained before he came, and he has passed the throne to Lao Cheng's senior disciple, and his most beloved junior disciple Song Yanming has also arranged a place for him to go.

Song Qiuhong, who had arranged his future affairs, said proudly: "The surname Zhong, come on, come on, let's see the real chapter in our hands, and if you die, the province will die here, and you will learn from that woman to dance and scold the street!"

Zhong Fanmiao smiled lightly and broke his arrogance and said: "Mr. Song, I am here today because I received a message from Senior Brother Gu of Kunyu Mountain a few days ago, saying that someone will rob and kill his disciples in the near future, and you also know that I owe a lot of favors to Kunyu Mountain, so I have to beat you and kill you." ”

Song Qiuhong no longer paid attention to his sharp teeth, and the huge brush in his hand pushed forward and poked towards the invisible wall in front of him, and the wall made of spiritual power shattered in response.

Song Qiuhong, who had rushed through the invisible barrier, shook her wrist, and the ink on the brush spilled little by little, splashing towards Zhong Fanmiao's head like rain.

Zhong Fanmiao, who was standing in front of the pavilion, saw the ink splashing towards him, there was no change on his face, his sleeves swayed lightly, and a small seal slipped from his cuffs.

The small seal is white and glutinous and delicate, and it is the mutton fat white jade that Yunmengze specializes in. The front of the seal is engraved with four characters: Mr. Ghost Axe. This is exactly the name of Zhong Fanmiao himself for his own area, he loves jade carving, this number is his boast of his ingenious carving techniques. The north face of the seal is engraved with a head of auspicious rui, and the moire under the feet of auspicious rui is swirling.

The stamp slid out of the cuffs and grew in size in the blink of an eye, sucking the ink into it.

Song Qiuhong saw that her magical powers had no effect, she snorted coldly, waved the brush in her hand sharply, and a huge town word appeared in the sky, and then smashed down towards the small pavilion on the top of the mountain. Then he stood there and waited for Song Qiuhong, which meant that if you had any magic weapons, you would dare to use them tightly, otherwise you would have no chance for a while.

Song Qiuhong knew that he would humiliate himself again, but he had no choice, just like Zhong Fanmiao realized, if he had the ability to do it quickly, he might have a chance to live.

At this time, Song Qiuhong no longer cared about whether his cultivation was comparable to Zhong Fanmiao, but he used all the Xuantian Innocent Explanations that had been cultivated for nearly a hundred years to the pinnacle of the Dao, and the huge brush in his hand kept waving:

Tame and mysterious, infinite like the sky.

Immediately after that, the sky was full of mystical spells contained in the Xuantian True Solution, and he smashed towards Zhong Fanmiao.

Zhong Fanmiao protected Han Fengge behind him with the big seal of the bowl, but he laughed loudly, opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of white air, which instantly filled the entire mountaintop, and the white gas came and went quickly, and when it was gone, there was not a word in the sky, only the clean blue sky and white clouds in early summer.

Song Qiuhong watched Zhong Fanmiao break all the techniques he had cultivated in his life with a mouthful of mist, and in the blink of an eye, his body was depressed, and he lost his previous pride.

Zhong Fanmiao looked at his pitiful appearance and shook his head and said, "Why did you bother to do it today? Be your pavilion master in the Star Picking Pavilion, and you don't have to have this calamity today!"

Song Qiuhong suddenly raised his head, and there was a strong murderous aura on his face, and he said slowly: "Ten steps, kill one person, thousands of miles, don't stay." Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. ”

At this time, Song Qiuhong actually stabbed at Zhong Fanmiao with a pen as a sword, this sword was very heavy, and the killing intent hidden in it actually changed the surrounding scenery, the grass under his feet began to wither and yellow, and the green leaves in the forest fell one after another.

Zhong Fanmiao snorted coldly! I don't know that the so-called guy actually practiced the heroic sword intent of this Qinglian Sword Song out of this Xiao Suo's murderous aura. At that moment, the white jade seal smashed towards Song Qiuhong's head, but Song Qiuhong's figure flashed, and instantly appeared in another direction, still a sword stabbing directly, but the target became Han Fengge in the small pavilion.

Zhong Fanmiao finally moved really angry, shameless guy, at this time, he was still thinking about attacking the junior who had just started cultivating for a long time, and gave me death!

I didn't see any movement under Zhong Fanmiao's feet, but in an instant, he arrived in front of Song Qiuhong, who was full of murderous face, and slapped him into a cloud and dispersed with the wind!