The dead Jiang Qian was actually a person who was eager for quick success, before the establishment of the Yufu Palace, he had been openly and secretly digging into the corners of other sects, and before these disciples entered, he put a curse in their bodies, as long as someone betrayed the master, he would lose the immortal root forever, and there would be no possibility of cultivation. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

This woman's name is Zhou Yueting, and she has not been in Yufu Palace for a long time, and it will be less than half a year at most.

Originally, she was just practicing in a small sect on Koi Mountain, Bing Xue was smart, pure-minded, carefree and carefree every day, but because of her good immortal resources, her cultivation speed was very fast, and it only took more than forty years to enter the foundation building period, and she became an elder-level figure by mistake.

At this time, she suddenly had ambitions, and realized that if she continued to practice in such a small sect, there would definitely be no way out.

At that time, he learned that Jiang Qian of Yufu Palace attached great importance to talents, and it was rumored that the development prospects were not bad, so he stole the treasure of the town card in the sect he was waiting for and dedicated it to Jiang Qian, occupying a place in Yufu Palace.

Like other disciples, Zhou Yueting also has a curse in her body, but she is extremely confident and doesn't care, believing that with her cultivation speed, she will be able to surpass the head of the sect in less than a hundred years, and at that time, it will be easy to break the curse.

But at this time, Lan Feng's fearless performance made her feel a trace of fear, and the thoughtful Zhou Yueting roughly guessed his true strength, and she wanted to leave a way back for herself.

All the disciples, including Zhou Yueting, only knew that the palace master died in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and they didn't know what the real situation was last night, in fact, what she wanted to tell Lan Feng just now was that the poisonous rain contained spiritual power, and a broken umbrella was impossible to resist at all.

The raindrops began to emit a faint smell of blood, Lan Feng looked solemn, holding the handle of the umbrella, and with a "bang", the umbrella opened.

This umbrella is Xiao Feng, Lan Feng has only opened it once, knowing that it can make the rain clear the sky, but for the poisonous rain caused by this external force, he is not sure that Xiao Feng can resist it.

The lightning flashed and thundered, the rain was still dripping, and Lan Feng stood in the rain with a shabby breeze in one hand, his brows furrowed.

"If I can't even protect the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, am I still qualified to be the head of the first generation?"

His cold eyes swept around, and his other hand quickly pinched the strange magic trick, and a light blue enchantment was slowly rising from the edge of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

But when this enchantment was about to completely cover the entire sect of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the middle-aged monk who had just released the poisonous rain had a sinking face, shouted angrily, raised the rain staff in his hand and smashed it towards the gap in the barrier again.

There was a roar, deafening, and the barrier instantly turned into a blue light and disappeared into the storm.

Unexpectedly, the rain could absorb aura, and after the barrier disappeared, they fell much faster.

"Heaven has a way for you not to go, and hell has no door to cast, I originally wanted you to retreat from the difficulty, but now, don't blame me for being rude!" Lan Feng stretched out his hand, and the Horcrux in mid-air began to tremble violently, and the red light on it became more and more intense, emitting a strange humming sound.

The middle-aged monk narrowed his eyes, his body flashed, and he disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already next to the Horcrux.

He smiled sinisterly, and raised his rain stick to destroy the strange medallion, but at this moment, only to hear a "click", blood splattered, the monk's head split in half, and a trace of golden soul flew out of his heavenly spirit cover, quickly burrowed into the round jade plaque, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the body of the middle-aged monk fell into the side courtyard of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, smashing the only flowering cycad tree to pieces.

"Death is dead, and such a good tree is going to be destroyed. Lan Feng frowned, and with a slight grasp of his hand, the middle-aged man's corpse suddenly floated up from the cycad tree, and when it rose to a certain level, it exploded with a bang.

The color of the rain darkened again, and I couldn't tell if it was its own color, or if it was dyed with blood, or if it smelled of blood.

Yue Yunzi was obviously shocked by this scene, forgetting the pain in his body, he stood up tremblingly, and muttered to himself, "Could it be that you are really the one who died in the Burning Immortal Valley hundreds of years ago?"

Zhou Yueting was also stunned at this time, if it was the first time she was dazzled, then this time, she was absolutely not mistaken, Lan Feng is a master, not an ordinary master, she can already be called a senior.

After the middle-aged man's body exploded in the air, the remaining Jindan period monks all showed frightened expressions, they had already put down the rain poles in their hands, and took advantage of Lan Feng's trance, and fled towards the southwest of the basin.

"You can't run away. Lan Feng's gloomy voice remembered behind them, those monks didn't have time to turn back, and their footsteps continued to teleport forward.

A gust of gloomy wind swept through the storm at a speed three times faster than their teleportation, and then, like a wide palm, grabbed everyone and took them back in the opposite direction from which they had fled.

"Ahh

"This person is extraordinary, he can control all of our Jindan Stage Cultivators at one time, how can this be good?"

"I can't escape, it seems that I can only depend on my fate. ”

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That is, in the blink of an eye, the few Jindan stage monks returned to their position just now.

At the same time, the raindrops in the air began to gather rapidly towards the broken umbrella in Lan Feng's hand, the dark clouds on the horizon gradually dispersed, and the warm sunlight shone on the earth again, but the bloody breath lingered for a long time.

Those disciples of the Yufu Palace, who were triumphant, turned pale at this time, and when they looked up and saw the dejected appearance of the sect elder, their expressions finally became panicked.

They all threw down their rain poles and raised their hands high to show that they were willing to surrender.

Zhou Yueting was stunned for a moment, and then put away the rain stick in her hand, her eyes solemn.

"You...... Who are you sacred, hiding in a small sect like the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, but you have such a god-defying technique. The old woman, who was over fifty a year, asked in a hoarse voice.

"You should have heard of Lan Feng, right?" Lan Feng's tone was flat, and he couldn't hear the emotion.

The old woman's eyelids twitched slightly, "You ......"

Lan Feng put away the little wind, raised his eyes and swept over all the Jindan stage disciples one by one, and smiled weirdly, "I can't hide it, I am." ”

"Who is Lan Feng?"

"A joke in the cultivation realm at the beginning, wasn't he killed by Situ Jin hundreds of years ago?"

"That's right, I heard that it's still in the Burning Immortal Valley of the Forbidden Land of Xiuzhen. ”

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