Ye Linfeng smiled, he thought that this person's skills were very great, and the magic weapon was very powerful, but he didn't expect that the stone bowl that this person sacrificed was actually a thousand jun bowls.

The Qianjun bowl is indeed a very good treasure, but the use of this Qianjun bowl Ye Linfeng may be more familiar than that person.

The purple thunder on the Heaven Breaking Halberd had already smashed towards the cultivator who was holding the Qianjun Bowl, and that person really had two blows, and the Qianjun Bowl was controlled by him and was not weaker than Ye Linfeng at all.

I don't know how this bowl ended up in the man's hands, but it is certain that this bowl was not destroyed in that battle, and although a crack was opened, at least it could still be used.

The bowl is really extraordinary, no wonder it will be regarded as the treasure of the temple by Kutuo Temple.

The person holding the bowl of a thousand armies is named Meng Baichuan, who is one of the three major gate lords of the Zhao family in Yun'an City, and he is cultivated in the Destiny Realm.

Ye Linfeng is a great cultivator of the Yuan Realm, naturally he will not be suppressed by the cultivators of the Destiny Realm, he makes a quick move, although the Qianjun Bowl is very powerful, although Meng Baichuan's technique of controlling the Qianjun Bowl is very skillful, but he is facing Ye Linfeng.

Meng Baichuan has always been a guest in the Zhao family, maybe he knows very little about some things in the cultivation world, otherwise he would not be so arrogant in front of Ye Linfeng.

Indeed, although Meng Baichuan had indeed heard rumors about Ye Linfeng in the cultivation world, some of the rumors were covered up.

Ye Linfeng had killed six cultivators of the Yuan Realm one after another, but this fact could be covered up and not passed on.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, this is also reasonable, the Central Domain Dynasty has always been an arrogant country, and the six top masters of the Piyuan Realm were all wiped out by Ye Linfeng alone, which is indeed a little unreasonable in terms of face.

Meng Baichuan only knew that Ye Linfeng was very strong, but he didn't know how strong Ye Linfeng was.

In the face of such a strong man as Ye Linfeng, he would definitely die, and when the purple thunder struck, he confidently resisted with a thousand bowls.

The bowl burst out with a ball of golden light, the golden light was very strong, very dazzling, but in front of that purple thunder, it seemed vulnerable.

The purple thunder instantly devoured the golden light that burst out of the Qianjun bowl, and a huge purple thunder gang bloomed on the Qianjun bowl.

I only heard the sound of an explosion, and the bowl turned into stone chips.

How terrifying was Ye Linfeng's blow before, when Ye Linfeng used the Qianjun bowl before, the Qianjun bowl was an indestructible magic weapon, but now it ended up in such a miserable end.

Since the bowl turned into stone chips, there is no doubt that in theory, Meng Baichuan also turned into flying ash.

Purple Thunder's attack speed and attack power were superior in the Gangji Continent, and it was impossible for Meng Baichuan to resist this blow.

But to Ye Linfeng's surprise, Meng Baichuan actually survived and was rescued.

The man was a middle-aged scholar dressed as a scribe, holding a pen and a bald pen in his hand.

There is an elegant atmosphere between his eyebrows and eyes, and there is a slight vicissitudes of life at the corners of his eyes, and the most conspicuous thing is the bald pen in his hand.

Those who can resist Ye Linfeng's previous blow from the purple thunder must be a cultivator of the Yuan Realm.

Ye Linfeng frowned and became silent, as if he was thinking about something.

Could it be that a ruthless character has come?

Looking at this posture, it may be stronger than the Le Ligong Elder who held the qin that Ye Linfeng killed that day.

Why do you say this, because the elder of the Le Ligong who was holding the qin had nowhere to hide when Ye Linfeng used the purple thunder bombardment move, but this elegant middle-aged scholar saved Meng Baichuan under Ye Linfeng's nose.

At the moment when Meng Baichuan was rescued, Ye Linfeng saw it very clearly, and Ye Linfeng did see it very clearly how the middle-aged scholar saved Meng Baichuan.

This was also the reason why his brows furrowed and he began to become silent, because he could see from the means by which this middle-aged scholar saved Meng Baichuan that he was a talisman master, and he was also a rune path grand master.

This elegant middle-aged book vividly used the runes, which Ye Linfeng admired.

Ye Linfeng's face became more and more solemn, because this person's cultivation realm was higher than him, not only high, but also higher than two small realms, a cultivator at the peak of the Yuan realm.

If it was an ordinary cultivator with two small realms, as long as the place did not possess a peerless killing weapon, Ye Linfeng would not be so nervous.

Ye Linfeng looked at the bald pen in the middle-aged scholar's hand, and raised his eyebrows, it was indeed the legendary judge's iron pen.

"Grandma's mouth, the realm is higher than my two small realms, the problem is that the bald pen in his hand is the legendary Confucianism and Taoism's judge iron pen, and the judge iron pen is just that, the problem is that he is still a great master of Fu Dao. Ye Linfeng secretly screamed that it was not good, and he had already greeted the ancestor of this middle-aged scholar thousands of times in his heart.

There is only one judge iron pen, and there is only one person with the judge iron pen in his hand, since the Holy Confucian Taoist disappeared from the Jiji continent four thousand years ago, no one has ever seen the judge iron pen, until a hundred years ago, a Fu Dao genius with this judge iron pen was born out of thin air, rising in the cultivation world, this person is the Northern Desert Iron Pen Guan Shanyue.

Ye Linfeng didn't know why the Great Sect Master Guan Shanyue came to Jiangnan from the Northern Desert, but what was certain was that Guan Shanyue must be the guest of the Jiangnan Gate Valve.

Guan Shanyue when he was a teenager accidentally got this judge iron pen, and legend has it that the judge iron pen was personally sacrificed by the Holy Confucian Taoist Zun, one of the twelve great avenues in the Western Realm, and it was an artifact for writing and drawing talismans.

"I've seen Guan Shanyue's predecessors. Ye Linfeng said respectfully.

Guan Shanyue was silent, her eyes were indifferent, as if there was no such person as Ye Linfeng in her eyes at all.

"Grandma, if it weren't for respecting you as the Great Master of Fu Dao, I wouldn't have called you a senior, saying that you were fat and really panting. Ye Linfeng scolded in his heart.

"Make a move. Guan Shanyue said indifferently.

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Ye Linfeng's eyes, since the other party was a great master of the Fu Dao, then the Heaven Breaking Halberd would not be of much use, the competition was Fu Dao, compared to using the Heaven Breaking Halberd, it was better to use a sword.

"Did the seniors die in childbirth? Ye Linfeng smiled very shamelessly.

Ye Linfeng is not the kind of sanctimonious hypocrite, although he can't be called a villain, but he is a shameless person, to put it bluntly, he is a bit of a scoundrel.

Since the other party has such an attitude towards him, he naturally no longer respects the other party, and he has never been kind to cold people.

What about the great master of Fu Dao, what about the judge's pen, whether it is a mule or a horse, pull it out for a walk. I'm not afraid of the wind and the earth, and I'm afraid of you?

Guan Shanyue heard Ye Linfeng's insulting words, and she was faintly angry, and the knuckles of the fingers holding the pen in her hand had turned white, which was because she was pinching it too tightly.

The anger in the field became more and more depressed, and neither of them moved, but at this moment, the killing machine of the two had already begun a battle between heaven and man, and they looked at each other, naturally not with affection between lovers, but with a murderous look.

An earth-shattering rune duel is about to be staged!

(My goal is not to pretend, but to pretend.) The highest level of writing and pretending to be forced in the online literature industry, work hard, Sao Nian)