"Wanzhangjiao has stepped into the Guanfu realm 20 years ago, and it is a peerless talent in Shunzhou, but it is a pity that Wanzhangjiao has been stuck in the bottleneck of Guanfu over the years, and it is difficult to break through, it is a pity, if Wanzhangjiao can break through the bottleneck, it will be able to take charge of Shunzhou Daomen Niuer, and the world will be famous. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Wan Shun said with a pity in his eyes.

Twenty years ago, Wan Jianfeng was only in his thirties, and he was already a master of the Guanfu Realm, no one in Shunzhou knew about it, no one knew it, but these were all old things, and Evil Zisheng didn't expect Wan Shun to compare them.

You must know that Taoism can be achieved through hard cultivation, and the realm of cultivation requires not only diligent cultivation, but also understanding and chance. Every time the cultivation realm is cultivated in the future, it is full of difficulties, and often even the longevity that may cost a person a lifetime is difficult to break through.

In such a comparison, Yuan Yaobing's twenty years of cultivating the Dao technique of the Yuan Shen Dao to the fourth layer is still much inferior to Wan Jianfeng's thirty years of cultivation to the Guanfu Realm.

Wan Shun glanced at the evil self-sheng, "As the saying goes, dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, your cultivation talent is not bad, if you work hard, you may not be able to raise your eyebrows in the future, and you will be ashamed." ”

"I hope so. Evil Zisheng nodded.

Hearing that there was a little decadence in the words of the evil self-generated, Wan Shun also knew that this matter could not be forced, and did not continue to talk about some things, and put his eyes down, a white stone mountain gate, flying beasts pressed the beam, in front of the mountain gate, there was a spacious avenue, two rows of pines and cypresses, and then go down, and then go down, and you will reach the bottom of the mountain.

Wan Shun lowered his altitude in front of the mountain gate, "You can't fly with a sword, if you wait to return to the mountain, I'm afraid there are a lot of roads to go, so send it here." ”

Evil Zisheng jumped down from the flying sword and said goodbye: "Take care all the way." ”

"Let's go back. Wan Shun waved his hand, manipulated the flying sword and left.

"Edgeworth flies, crisscrossing the world, without restraints, it's really free. Looking at Wan Shun's distant back, Evil Zisheng said with some envy.

Evil Zisheng turned around and was about to go back to the mountain to cultivate, when he saw two disciples of the Chasing Sun Dao walking down from the forest, one of the disciples, Evil Zisheng knew, was the one who had mocked his own ancient life before.

The remaining disciple, with a gray-robed long sword, revealed a bit of philistine flavor from the corners of his eyes, as if he was a follower.

"What a coincidence, isn't this Young Master Wanda. The disciple who followed behind Gu Jisheng stepped forward and said in a somewhat mean tone.

Since the other party is following Gu Jisheng, most of them want to make things difficult for him, and he doesn't know what realm this person is, but with Gu Jisheng's support behind him, he naturally has nothing to fear.

The evil self-born was silent, and had no intention of dealing with him.

"Why didn't you bring your dog-legged slave Yang Fan with you today, don't you like to go down the mountain to make trouble the most, what's the matter, now you don't dare to be alone. "That gray-robed sword disciple stood in front of the evil self-generated, obviously he didn't intend to let the evil self-generate leave so easily.

Evil self-born guess, the Yang Fan in this person's mouth is most likely the shrewd miscellaneous servant who designed and murdered himself with outsiders, but the disciples of the Sun-chasing Dao all thought that Yang Fan was an evil self-generated person, but they didn't know the origin of this person It was not simple.

"What's the matter, don't speak, dumb, I'll show you. The gray-robed disciple stretched out his hand and pinched the chin of the evil self-generated.

"Senior Brother Gu, your tongue is still there, not a dumb person. The gray-robed disciple pinched open the mouth of the evil self-born and smiled at the ancient dead life.

At this moment, with a "snap", a heavy slap hit the gray-robed disciple's face, and it was the evil that struck out.

If you continue to endure it, you may do more things out of line.

Gu Jisheng stood aside, leisurely watching the show, obviously not counting on him to help him, it can be seen from his leisurely expression that such a scene may be what he wants to see.

With this slap, the evil self-sheng used all his strength, and the gray-robed disciple's face immediately turned red.

"You waste of the Qi Refining Realm, you dare to beat me, you are looking for death. The gray-robed disciple slapped Evil Zisheng on the chest, directly causing Evil Zisheng to fly upside down.

Evil Zisheng only felt as if countless sword qi were crossing his chest, and he was in pain, a fiery fire, a sweet throat, and a stream of blood had been spit out.

After receiving this palm from the other party, the evil self-sheng already knew that this gray-robed disciple in front of him had actually cultivated the sword technique to the second level of sword qi.

Fortunately, it shouldn't take long for the other party to step into the realm of sword qi, otherwise if the sword qi is more profound, the sword qi of this palm just now, I'm afraid that it will not just hurt the evil self-generated organs, it is very likely that the sword qi is like a blade, directly chopping the heart of the evil self-generated.

Evil Zisheng endured the cramping pain in his chest, stood up from the ground, dragged his heavy body and walked in front of the gray-robed disciple again, but laughed weirdly.

"You waste, what are you laughing at?" The gray-robed disciple was a little uncomfortable when he laughed like this, could it be that he had beaten this waste stupidly with his palm just now.

"I laugh at the supreme master of the Sun Dao, the powerhouse of the Guanfu Realm, he didn't dare to attack me so hard, you are a disciple who is not as good as a pig and a dog, you dare to hurt my life, amazing, amazing. Evil said coldly.

"Senior brother is just learning swordsmanship with you, and if you miss it for a while, how can it be said that it hurts your life, you don't want to spew blood. The gray-robed disciple said in a somewhat flustered tone, and he also realized that he had made a heavy attack just now, but he was still trying his best to refute.

The rules of the daily Dao are strict, and the same door is not allowed to kill each other, if it is known by the master, it will be expelled from the division, and the dantian will be abolished.

"Bloody mouth spewing people, I just want to spew blood mouth, I want to see if Wan Jianfeng listens to you or listens to me. Evil laughed.

The gray-robed disciple's cold gaze flashed, and the evil self-born naturally knew that this person was probably killed.