"It's a good show, it's just been played!"

Zhang Fan's eyes flashed with a cold glint, and if he pointed out, he watched the Peacock Minglun King and the others go away.

His confrontation with a group of ancient demon kings, others may not know the mystery, but Zhang Fan himself knows it. As the Peacock Minglun King said, they are in the same vein as the ancient demon clan, at least at this time, they have no heart to fight Zhang Fan to the death.

From beginning to end, whether it is the irascible Great Ape King, the wise Wolf King, or the Xuanwu King who is good at divining heavenly opportunities, they are all just temptations.

If it weren't for that, with the surname of the violent ape, how could he force himself, and he would have rushed up with an iron rod waving it, winning or losing, and then talking about it.

This kind of inexplicable, I can't tell whether it is kindness or what it means, in normal times, Zhang Fan will definitely not let them leave simply.

"It's a pity, now isn't the time!" Zhang Fan's fists gradually clenched.

He is willing to let the Peacock Minglun King and other ancient demon kings leave, but there are people, but they are unwilling!

"Slow!"

A sound like a sharp sword breaking through the air suddenly burst out.

With this voice, after the demon kings left, the more than ten divine clouds that were still left outside the mountain gate of the Faxiangzong were instantly emptied, revealing more than ten of them with a crown of men and women.

The first person was as short as a child, and the outline of his facial features also looked immature, but his face had no expression, as if he was wearing a mask carved from wood.

He put one hand on his chest and the other to form a sword finger, and it was not to condense spiritual power on it, but more like some kind of etiquette, or some kind of practice.

The previous "slow" was made by this person.

As soon as they saw this person, many people in the audience let out an "oh" sound, obviously recognizing his identity.

Zhang Fan looked at his posture of pointing his sword in front of him, and seemed to feel a little familiar, and for a while he couldn't remember where he had seen it, and subconsciously looked back behind him.

There, the people of the Faxiang Sect, the seven disciples under Zhang Fanzao, as well as Qingfeng Daojun, Old Rabbit, Corpse Abandoned Daoist, Danshi Shutong and others.

The others are just that, the old rabbit, the Qingfeng Daojun, and a few of them, must know the origin of these Avatar Daojun.

"Heart Sword Holder! They are the disciples of the Heart Sword Bitter Silence Sect. ”

"Donghuang be careful, this is the door of the old monster of Changfeng, all of them are crazy. ”

Sensing Zhang Fan's gaze, two voices in a row remembered that the former was Qingfeng Daojun, and the latter was the old rabbit with a strange origin and even more strange attitude.

"Heart Sword Bitter Silence Sect?!Changfeng True Monarch!"

Zhang Fan's face changed, and he immediately understood the origin of these people.

Back then, in the underground immortal cultivation realm, and on the overseas wilderness island, he had had a grudge with the Heart Sword Bitter Silence Sect again and again, and the grudge could be said to be not light.

He was just a knot pill grandmaster back then, and he wouldn't have a bad braincase, so he had to get along with an ancient great sect that also had great power in the spirit fairy world, but this Heart Sword Bitter Silence Sect was in charge of luck in the spirit fairy world, and was responsible for collecting the world's luck for the existence of the spirit fairy world, and Zhang Fan could be said to be a natural hostile to him.

The strength of this sect is also extremely strong, and when it was not easy for the lower realm of the spirit immortals at that time, he sniped Zhang Fan one after another with Yuanying Zhenren and Huashen Daojun, which really brought him a lot of trouble and danger.

Now, it's finally time to meet with the photo.

"This is the so-called 'Heart Sword Holder'?"

Zhang Fan's gaze slowly condensed on the person who was the first person in the Heart Sword Bitter Silence Sect, especially the sword finger cultivation posture, there was an indescribable mystery in it.

In the previous life, the Buddha and the Tao all had similar practice postures, but what I have seen in this life, there is only one sect of the Heart Sword Bitter Silence Sect.

"Changlian Daojun, what advice do you have?"

In the distant sky, a five-colored halo of light was castrated, and only Shi Shiran's voice came.

The voice of the Peacock Bright Wheel King!

The difference is that the tone of the Peacock Minglun King at this time is not as solemn as when he talks to Zhang Fan, although the words are not obvious, but in the ears, there is a kind of contempt and arrogance, as if this "Changlian Daojun" is not worthy of talking to him.

The peerless figure among the ancient demon kings, in this inadvertent word, revealed the arrogance and unruliness of the demon king.

"Hahahaha~~ Wu Na Changlian, you still don't talk, go back and follow behind your Changfeng brother's ass, it is more suitable for you to be a boy with a sword. ”

The voice of the Peacock Minglun King fell, and the sound of wild laughter came, and the meaning of the words directly reduced the long and honest Daojun to worthless.

Zhang Fan watched coldly, and saw that Changlian Daojun's cultivation sword finger trembled violently, and he could hardly hold on.

He didn't know that the origin of this Changlian Daojun was really the sword-holding boy of the Heart Sword Bitter Silence Sect Changfeng Zhenjun, but later Changfeng Zhenjun saw that he served him well and had a qualification that matched the Heart Sword Bitter Silence Sect, so he was admitted as a disciple by his teacher.

Nominally, Changlian Daojun is the junior disciple of Changfeng Zhenjun, but after being included in the wall of the Heart Sword Bitter Silence Sect for many years, his cultivation is mostly taught by Changfeng Zhenjun on behalf of the teacher, and the work of the sword boy has always been achieved to the end of the Yuan Shen Dacheng.

This experience can be said to be known to everyone in the spirit fairy world, and those who are kind to the Heart Sword Bitter Silence Sect will mention it in person, but the demon kings will not give them face, and they will be sarcastic when they get the opportunity.

Being ridiculed so mercilessly in front of millions of immortals, Changlian Daojun almost forced himself to press down, and only then did he endure not turning his shame into a heart sword, took a deep breath, and continued to say expressionlessly: "King Minglun, demon kings, have you forgotten the agreement with your senior brother?"

"Agreed?"

With a rhetorical question, the five-colored clouds in the sky suddenly soared, like a colorful canopy, covering the sky.

"What agreement?"

"Kong just told Changfeng Lao Zamao that he wanted to come to join in the excitement and invite Donghuang Daoyou. ”

"Now it's coming, it's been fighting, it's not going to turn back, when will it be?!"

The peacock Minglun King's joking voice came, which suddenly made Changlian Daojun's face as black as the bottom of the pot, and the heart sword held even more trembling until he couldn't hold it.

Looking at his appearance, Zhang Fan felt a little pity for him.

The demon king is the demon king, and this style of acting is indeed very popular in many cases, and the three corpse gods are violent.

The Peacock Minglun King and the others are also called invitations, at best, they are just temptations. If Zhang Fan can't stand up to it and can't give them enough deterrence, maybe they will really fulfill the contract, but now naturally everything is not mentioned, and the ancient demon kings are obviously not all the way with Changfeng Zhenjun, and they are probably thinking of watching a good show.

"King of the Bright Wheel, you ......"

Changlian Daojun was about to say something more, when suddenly a cold snort sounded in his ears, shocking his face pale, and he couldn't say anything to his mouth.

"Humph!"

"Today, the East Emperor, with the East Emperor on his head, relying on the East Emperor Realm, with the world's magic skills, holding the Zhou Tian Star Map, Changfeng Lao Mao wants my demon clan to be its precursor, fight with the East Emperor, and do a beautiful dream. ”

"Chang Lian, I'll tell the old miscellaneous hair later, everyone has been tired of these methods for tens of thousands of years, and if you take them out again, you will be embarrassed. ”

As he spoke, the five-colored clouds in the sky contracted, enveloping a group of ancient demon kings, flying towards the original place of the spirit immortals, only the wanton and arrogant laughter came from outside the nine clouds, not full of sarcasm.

"You ......"

“......”

Changlian Daojun's face turned black and white, white and red, and finally purple, and his lower lip was tightened, and it took a long time to spit out two words:

"Evil beast!"

It's a pity that this scolding is no less than ten breaths late, and it is not heroic, but contemptible, even if it is the millions of immortals, they also look down on this god Dao monarch, no wonder he is not put in the eyes of the demon kings.

"After all, I'm used to being a sword-wielding boy, and it's not a climate!"

"Changfeng Zhenjun can be regarded as a non-person. ”

Zhang Fan shook his head with a little smile on his face.

Regarding the origin of this Changlian, in the gap between the dialogue between the two sides, Qingfeng Daojun had already told each other, combined with the current situation, Zhang Fan also looked down on this person.

Why did the ancient demon kings leave in a hurry?

Why did the spiritual power stop the fierce fighting?

That Changfeng True Monarch has laid down a huge situation, when will he appear?

...... This long-term honest Daojun, if he can be ruthless and tear his face with the Peacock Minglun King and others, as long as he is dragged for a while, maybe the situation will change.

The current ancient demon kings can withdraw and leave freely, which is also the reason why the Peacock Minglun King changed his mind and did not fight Zhang Fan at a critical moment.

If you wait for Changfeng Zhenjun and the others to arrive, the situation will change unpredictably, and maybe it will evolve into a situation where they have to choose one side of the two sides to support.

Peacock Minglun King and others obviously didn't want to make this choice at this time, so there was the previous scene.

"The ancient demon king is so eloquent, and the heart sword is bitter and lonely for a long time!"

In Zhang Fan's mind, he couldn't help but think of a sentence mentioned by the bitter Taoist when he explained the secrets of the spirit immortals to him.

The meaning of the words is nothing more than that:

The ancient demon kings, the heroes are numerous, each leading the way, and the heart sword is bitter and lonely, and there is only the true monarch of Changfeng!

This is to say the strength of the ancient demon king, but to say the terror of the true monarch of Changfeng. With his own strength, he can make the Heart Sword Bitter Silence Sect compete with the ancient demon kings without falling behind, what kind of invincible world is this, what kind of genius is it?

It is really a scheming method, a miraculous calculation, all of which are indispensable, and all of them are refined.

Just when Zhang Fan was emotionally moved by the performance of the Changlian Daojun, and the face of the Heavenly Changlian Daojun was as changing as if a soy sauce shop had been opened, a sharp roar suddenly came, like a heavenly sword cracking the sky.

In this sword roar, there is an indescribable bitter silence, listening to it in my heart, I only feel that my ears, eyes, mouth, and nose are dull, and I don't know whether I am alive or dead.

In the deepest part of the heart, the seven feelings of joy, anger, worry, thought, sadness, fear, and surprise emerge, and seem to be faintly withdrawn.

This feeling is mysterious and mysterious, making people panic and palpitate, and they can't wait to cover their ears and not hear it, but it is useless, and it is poured into the soul.

"Bitter Silence Heart Sword!"

"It's Changfeng Zhenjun who has arrived. ”

Zhang Fan's heart moved, looking out of the sky, but he had already recognized the identity of the comer.

The characteristics and power of the Bitter Silence Heart Sword had been seen by him hundreds of years ago from a Nine Treasures Transformation Dao Monarch under the Changfeng Seat, so he recognized it at a glance.

He is still like this, not to mention the Changlian Daojun of the Heart Sword Bitter Silence Sect and others, the sound of the Bitter Silence Heart Sword splitting the sky came, and there was no blood on the face of the Changlian Daojun.

No matter how stupid he is, he understands it at this time, and knows what he did wrong?!

Changlian Daojun's heart was shocked, and the more he thought about it, the more he regretted it, the more afraid he became, and unconsciously, the heart sword was scattered, and it was no longer a sword pointing at his chest.

"Boom~"

The aura around Changlian Daojun skyrocketed, seven emotions on his face, six desires were full, and an invisible heart sword was suspended above his head, dripping and turning, as if he could slash out at any time.

At this time, a voice as dry as rotten wood echoed in the heavens and the earth:

"Rubbish!"

Although it is a reprimand, there is no emotion in it, and it is dry like winter grass.

Changfeng Zhenjun, it's here!

(To be continued)