"What's wrong with me?" Feng Qingyang touched his nose and looked at everyone in surprise.

I saw that their eyes were all shocked and frightened, and the black armor army retreated in unison, only Jian Chen and Lingxue looked at him stubbornly.

"You've got a white skeleton on you!"

"White bones?" Hearing this, Feng Qingyang's heart flashed, and an ominous premonition flashed, and he reached out and touched it back, and suddenly his scalp was numb, and his hairs stood up.

He did carry a white bone behind him, a white bone that shimmered with streamers, but he didn't know when he was carrying it, and he didn't feel it at all.

If it weren't for Tong Hai and others reminding him, I'm afraid I don't know how long he would have to memorize it before he found out.

"It's actually yin me!" he gritted his teeth in anger, reached out and pinched the white bone and pulled it down fiercely, and immediately held it in the palm of his hand.

This white bone is not big, only the size of a child, and there is brilliance flowing on it, showing the extraordinary nature of this white bone, and with the force in his hand, the power of 1.99 million jin suddenly exploded.

"Huh?" A strange glint flashed in his eyes, but it was a flash, and his strength of 1.99 million jin pinched away, but it had no effect.

Seem...... It seems that this white bone is stronger than his strength, Feng Qingyang's heart is beating wildly, and he has got a treasure in the secret way, although he doesn't know whose white bone this is, but he can withstand such a huge body, you can imagine how extraordinary he is in front of him.

With a move in his mind, he immediately put it into the storage ring, his expression changed sharply, but there was no trace, and it seemed that it was natural to collect the white bones.

He coughed softly twice and said, "What are you watching me do?"

But at this moment, there was a riot in the air, and I saw two rainbow lights flying quickly from the end of the sky, and at the same time, a powerful aura exploded.

Everyone snorted and retreated, and after a while, the red light fell, but they were two old men with childish faces and crane hair, although they were old, they looked full of energy, and there was no wrinkle on their faces.

Half-step Jindan power!

Although they did not exude the aura of their half-step golden pill, their every move, as well as their expression of not being angry and arrogant, naturally revealed the aura of a half-step golden pill.

I saw that the two of them directly ignored the people around them, their eyes looked straight at the wind Qingyang, and an unkind gaze flashed in their eyes.

"Murderous?"

Feng Qingyang was shocked in his heart, but his heart had already risen to be vigilant, these two half-step Jindan powers were obviously prepared, and they were still here for him!

Sure enough, as soon as this thought rose in his heart, a cold snort suddenly sounded in his ears, which seemed to be heard only by him, and a thunderbolt sounded in his ears.

"You are guilty!"

There was a little silence, and one of the old men suddenly said in a deep voice. His eyes lit up, and he looked at the wind without blinking, as if he wanted to see it through.

"What am I guilty of?" Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, but he looked up at him fearlessly, if he was still an early wandering corpse, maybe he would have some scruples about the two half-step Jindan powers.

But now, he is already a late-stage wandering corpse, although it is only the early stage, but the power of the late stage of the explosion foundation is not a problem, even if it is a half-step Jindan, he has the strength to fight, even if he can't beat it, there is no problem to run away.

"Presumptuous! Do you know who you're talking to?"

The old man who had spoken earlier suddenly burst out, and at the same time reached out a big hand, blowing a whirlwind and pumping towards the wind.

Everyone was shocked, and Jian Chen's brows were even more frowned, but he knew these two old men, and they were none other than the elders of the Maoshan Zhengtian Sect and the Xiaoyao Sect.

It's just that he couldn't imagine why there were two half-step Jin Dan coming.

Lord Lingxue was even more embarrassed, he and Feng Qingyang had already given birth to a diaphragm, although she had always wanted to pierce that diaphragm, and she was always looking for an opportunity.

At this time, the opportunity he needed had arrived, but she was hesitant, obviously, she knew these two old men, and just as she hesitated, Jian Chen stepped forward.

Just as the big hand was about to reach Feng Qingyang's body, the sword behind him suddenly moved, and a silver lightning bolt slashed in an instant, and the big hand was cut away with a click.

"Draw your sword and slash the sky!"

"Two seniors, why do you want to bully a junior like this as an elder?" he put away the sword in his hand, as if he had never moved, and his white clothes were better than snow. Black hair fluttering, standing proudly beside Feng Qingyang.

The people of the Heavenly Sword Sect are like this, to put it bluntly, everyone is the kind of crazy sword maniac, and the people who draw their swords to help each other when they see injustice.

When he saw the old man make a move against Feng Qingyang, it was an instant provocation of his faith, if he didn't stop it, I was afraid that his future kendo would also be affected.

That's why the previous scene appeared.

"Get out of the way, my Zhengtian Sect doesn't want to be an enemy of the Heavenly Sword Sect yet...... the old man frowned, his eyes suddenly bloomed with murderous intent, and he unabashedly watched as the wind was clear, and a trace of the immortal wind Dao bone of his qi disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He didn't care about him slashing off his illusion big hand with one sword, it seemed that it should have been like this, if he hadn't been able to cut it off, he was afraid that he would have to wonder if the strength of the Heavenly Sword Sect had declined.

"More Sword Dust Daoists, these two old things are obviously here for me, and it doesn't matter to you here. Feng Qingyang thanked him softly, and then stepped forward without him, looking at the two old men opposite with a pair of provocative eyes.

"Old thing, what I hate most in this life is the immortality of relying on the old and selling the old, if there is anything unpleasant, just let the horse come. ”

"Arrogance!"

But at this moment, another old man also shouted, and suddenly a huge coercion swept out, and everyone intuitively felt that the sky was about to collapse.

The five hundred black-armored soldiers behind him were even more pale in unison, only Tong Hai's eyes flashed a strange light, as if he had guessed something.

Feng Qingyang's face remained unchanged, his expression was indifferent, as if he was indifferent to the huge coercion, he moved forward slowly, as if he was taking a leisurely step, and said as he walked: "Old thing!"

Hearing this, one of the old men couldn't hold back any longer, no longer the coercion erupted, but really reached out with a big hand, like a grinding plate, which instantly became larger.

A sinister smile flashed across his face, as if the next breath of the wind would turn into ashes under his palm.

"Boom!"

"What?"

"Impossible!"

But at this moment, everyone's eyes suddenly widened, all of them were incredulous, swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and looked at Feng Qingyang sluggishly, as if they were looking at a monster.

It turned out that just when the big hand was about to hit the stroke, it was blocked by his gentle raising of his hand, and at the same time, he patted it lightly, and instantly shattered the phantom palm.

It's all so natural, it seems—it seems like it's supposed to be.

"Perverted!"