The Vermilion Bird Hall Master was confused by the murmur of the clear wind, but he still looked at him according to his words.

At the end of his gaze, in the center of the third floor, sat cross-legged a man with a bare head, and opened his eyes in an instant in the murmur of the wind.

The two looked at each other, as if they had a thousand words, and the wind was clear and their eyes were hazy, giving birth to a sense of separation, but this haze only disappeared for a moment, and then turned cold.

The bald man sat cross-legged in place, and the moment he opened his eyes, the black mist on his body was swirling, forming an extremely cold armor, and the whole person was filled with a sense of gloom and compassion.

"You...... It's not him!"

Feng Qingyang opened his mouth, ignoring the Vermilion Bird Hall Master behind him, his figure flashed away, and the moment he appeared again, he had already come to the bald man's side.

And the bald man snorted coldly, and at the moment when the wind Qingyang arrived, his body shook, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the corner of the third floor, and his cold gaze met Feng Qingyang.

The air seemed to be condensed at this moment, and the temperature dropped several points out of thin air, and the two of them just looked at each other, and a burst of intense murderous intent erupted.

The Vermilion Bird Hall Master was shocked, she naturally didn't understand why Feng Qingyang would behave like this when she saw the bald man, so she had to hold her breath and stand aside, quite at a loss.

The entire third layer, after Feng Qingyang's gaze shot out, looked extremely irritable, and only a phantom appeared behind him.

As soon as this phantom appeared, it filled the entire third layer, and the black halo was somewhat the same as the black armor aura of the bald man.

But the difference is that he is cold, and the wind is clear, it is a touch of deep and domineering, and where the wind clears his eyes, a shock is suddenly set off.

It seemed to freeze the eyes of the whole person, falling into the eyes of the few others on the third layer, melting into the void, and spilling every inch of the third layer.

For a while, everyone exclaimed, although looking at the clear wind and clear cultivation was only in the late stage of the Dao realm, but the aura that emanated from it was with an indescribable domineering, which made them almost feel a sense of despair.

"The wind is blowing!"

Just when the atmosphere became more and more wrong, the bald man withdrew his cold gaze, turned into a touch of flatness, and called out the name of Feng Qingyang deeply.

This low voice, familiar and unfamiliar, looked at the bald man in front of him, and a person kept appearing in Feng Qingyang's eyes, gradually overlapping and merging with his figure.

"Who are you and how are you here!"

In a short sentence, it was full of all the doubts in his heart, although this person was similar to the person in his memory, it was definitely not the same person.

But if the two are not related, he can recognize who he is in the first place, and if he says that there is no connection, he will not believe it.

"Who am I?"

The bald man grinned, revealing a mouth full of white teeth, but the cold aura on his body was even stronger, his eyes were like electricity, more like two knives, blowing deeply on Feng Qingyang's face.

"Lu Zhishen is me, I am Lu Zhishen!"

Ge's, he suddenly spoke, and as soon as these words came out, it was like thunder, and it instantly roared in the ears of the wind Qingyang, shaking his face pale, and turning into a touch of madness in an instant.

"Impossible, when I first came to the spirit world, I vaguely remember seeing the people of the Lu family, and there was his existence at that time!"

Feng Qingyang drank angrily, he naturally didn't believe it, if it was really the flower monk, the two of them would naturally drink and talk when they met, how could they kill each other at a glance?

Feng Qingyang looked at the bald man, suddenly raised his right hand, and waved it out of thin air, and a light curtain suddenly appeared in the void, and the light of the years flashed in it, like an open painting.

The void bloomed, showing in the eyes of everyone, and in the back, the Vermilion Bird Hall Master looked at the picture that appeared in the sky above, and immediately sorted out the source, but he was even more surprised.

"Is he so powerful in the Nether?"

She clearly saw that every word Feng Qingyang said and everything he did when he was climbing Tiandu Peak, and the people of the third layer who were vaguely in all directions could also see it clearly.

For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing, and looking at the wind that was wrapped in a black phantom, they remembered that someone had come to break through a few days ago, and that person had rotated twelve drums, and even walked through the third chain.

"It turned out to be him!"

The frightened people came and went, but only for a moment, and then fell into silence, looking at Feng Qingyang and Lu Zhishen, who were not kind in their eyes.

It seemed that a battle was likely to break out here, and thinking of this, some people quickly retreated to the rear, fearing that it would affect the fish pond.

"You say I'm not him, so what proof do you have?"

The bald monk looked at the light curtain waved by Feng Qingyang, was silent for a long time, and when he looked at Feng Qingyang again, there was a complication in his eyes.

As he spoke, his eyes flickered, as if someone was trying to get out.

"You're not him, and if I say no, it's not!"

Feng Qingyang blurted out, as soon as these words came out, the momentum on his body rose up, and the phantom behind him turned into an entity in an instant, and the cold and silent killing aura filled this small third layer, deeply stirring the nerves of everyone present.

"If you don't say it, I won't force it, I will find him one day, and at that time, it will be your death!" Feng Qingyang's expression was as usual, and he said lightly.

Immediately, with a flick of his sleeves, he suddenly turned around, and no longer continued to look at what was on this third layer, looking at the Vermilion Bird Hall Master, who had been silent, he raised his right hand and swiped at the void in front of him.

A roar came, and a stone slab appeared in an instant in the originally empty space, and this stone slab, as soon as he swiped it, there were countless clicking sounds.

When the aftermath subsided, everyone saw a painting carved in it, a small pavilion, in which two people sat upright.

"Humph!"

The bald man snorted coldly, but his eyes also looked at the void slate, and he put the slate away with a wave of his sleeve, and his originally cold gaze changed again, in addition to being complicated, there was a faint distortion.

"Then good luck, maybe you will find him, but I advise you, in the end, don't keep looking, there are some things that you can't imagine. ”

The conversation between the two was a little inexplicable in everyone's ears, but only Feng Qingyang knew the meaning of these words, he looked at the man in front of him deeply and stopped talking.

The moment he turned around, he walked towards the second floor, leaving behind a seemingly arrogant, but cold back, and the Vermilion Bird Hall Master was silent for a while, and then walked over.

The fate of the four hall masters of them is in the hands of Feng Qingyang, so she can't leave, and she must follow wherever he goes.

With the departure of the two, the place fell into desertion again, and the previous irritability and changes in breath were like a flash in the pan, like a dream.