You must know that even in the later stage of the True Master, relying solely on one's own cultivation to teleport, it is only a thousand miles, although Yuwen Zhouyuan does not know how far the teleportation can be after cultivating to reach the True Monarch, but obviously, it is absolutely impossible to be a hundred thousand miles.

Yuwen Zhouyuan analyzed, even if he was a true self monk, it was unlikely that he would be able to teleport out of 100,000 li lightly, and most importantly, this old man did not teleport alone, but teleported with himself, so that he was even more jealous of this old man in his heart.

The old man was out of breath at this time, teleporting 100,000 miles, which was also a big burden for him, but as soon as he saw Yuwen Zhouyuan's face full of shock, he immediately raised his chin proudly, pretended to be emotional, and said: "Alas, I am old, and my body and bones are also a lot worse, this teleportation is only more than 100,000 miles, what a shame." ”

Yuwen Juyuan was silent.

After a long time, the old man gasped, the smug look on his face gradually disappeared, and he said angrily: "Boy, have you ever seen teleportation so far before?"

"Nope. Yuwen Juyuan said truthfully.

"Then you see that my old man is so powerful that he doesn't even let out a fart?" the old man said with a glare.

Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at the old man strangely, and said: "The cultivation of the predecessors is really the only one seen in the lives of the younger generations, and I admire it!"

The old man snorted lightly and boasted: "There is a chance to take you to teleport a million miles, so that you can see and understand." After speaking, he pointed to the void in the distance, and said: "That's the Qingshui Sect, let's go, the old man will take you to kick the sect." ”

Yuwen Zhouyuan was late for a moment, looked at the old man, and said, "Senior, are we really going to kick other people's sects?"

The old man's right hand flipped over, and he immediately threw a number of leading cloaks in his hand, threw one to Yuwen Zhouyuan, and said: "On the head of the belt, unless the cultivation is two ranks higher than yours, otherwise, you can't see the appearance, this is my inventory for many years, you have to return it to me when you run out!"

Yuwen Zhouyuan took the cloak, his divine sense swept away, and his heart was immediately shocked, this cloak seemed ordinary, but in fact it was different, his divine sense swept it, and he found that it contained countless formations, the subtlety of these formations was something he had never seen before, and it was no worse than those ancient prohibitions.

This is only the formation of the edge position, as for the central position, with Yuwen Zhouyuan's divine sense, he can't spy on it in a short time, he moved in his heart, and made up his mind, this cloak, he said that he wouldn't return it anyway, it was a big deal to draw a few more pictures.

Seeing the old man put on the cloak, the whole person was suddenly illuminated by a silver halo, Yuwen Zhouyuan's divine sense swept away, and he immediately felt a tingling pain, and the silver light was like a sharp thorn, making it difficult for the divine sense to penetrate.

Yuwen Juyuan took a deep breath, and the idea of taking this cloak as his own became heavier in his heart, so he put on the grass cloak without saying a word.

The old man glanced at Yuwen Zhouyuan, and then pinched a rather strange seal in his right hand, and with a slight click, pointed to the void in the distance, and suddenly a huge phantom suddenly appeared in the void, as soon as this phantom appeared, the spiritual power of the surrounding heaven and earth poured in in a state of rage.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the phantom quickly solidified, forming a golden-armored giant holding a great sword, this giant had a hideous face, like an evil god, exuding a tyrannical aura, staring at the fierce eyes, and his gaze fell on the old man's fingers.

"Break the army, smash me!" the old man shouted proudly.

The golden-armored giant, without saying a word, waved the big sword in his hand, and suddenly a dazzling golden ray, like the sun falling, slashed through the void, and suddenly a violently flickering water wave pattern appeared in the distant void, and soon, this pattern became bigger and bigger, and finally with a bang, it turned into huge fragments and scattered in all directions.

Immediately after, the golden-armored giant snorted, and his body slowly disappeared.

The old man immediately muttered a few words of dissatisfaction, and Yuwen Zhouyuan vaguely heard that the old man seemed to be scolding the gold-armored giant for being lazy......

In the moment of dispersion, a light spiritual qi suddenly spread out from the void, and rushed towards the surrounding ring impact, this power is full of destructive power, Yuwen Zhouyuan's face changed, and when he was about to dodge, the old man waved his right hand, and suddenly a light curtain appeared in front of Yuwen Zhouyuan, blocking the ripple impact.

Looking at the old man, standing head-on at the place where the circular ripples spread, he looked quite enjoyable.

As the annular ripples spread, the void suddenly changed, only to see the buildings and pavilions, floating on the white clouds like a fairyland, and the colorful glow of the road was scattered above those pavilions.

This scene was several times more grand than what Yuwen Zhouyuan saw in the Dongyang Empire back then, especially the breadth of these attics, which could hardly be seen at a glance, and at the same time, a loud shout came out of these attics, and then, more than dozens of strong breaths rushed out immediately.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's divine sense swept away, and among these breaths, there were more than thirty True Master Stage cultivators, and the remaining five people were all True Monarch Stage!

Yuwen Zhouyuan took a deep breath, the Nobita Xiuzhen Kingdom is indeed more than one grade stronger than the Dongyang Empire, a sect of the family, whether it is large or small, or the strength of its sect, is far from comparable to the Dongyang Empire, and it is not an exaggeration to say that only one sect of the Nobita Kingdom is needed to sweep the Dongyang Empire.

After these monks rushed out, they immediately surrounded the old man and Yuwen Zhouyuan in a fan shape, and their faces were gloomy, revealing unkindness, and almost all of them spread their divine senses and swept towards the two of them.

Just in an instant, more than half of these people had a look of surprise on their faces.

Yuwen Zhouyuan could clearly feel that at the moment when the divine consciousness of these people swept over, a large amount of silver suddenly flashed from the top of the cloak, and as soon as those divine senses touched the silver rays, they quickly dissolved like snow encountering flames.

As for the old man, he pinched the seal with one hand, and suddenly the cloak on his head, while emitting silver rays, also turned into a phantom of a silver phoenix, and with a wave of his wings, all the divine consciousness surrounding him was swept away.

Suddenly, some monks snorted a few times, their bodies shook, and their faces became quite difficult to look at.

At this time, among these monks, a middle-aged scribe wearing a black blue robe flew out, this person's face was always pale and bloodless, and his eyes did not seem to have any essence, but he was somewhat similar to Yuwen Zhouyuan, all of them were black and white, revealing bursts of extraordinary color.

After the middle-aged man walked out, he clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "The two of you broke my Qingshui Sect's great array for no reason, if you don't explain the matter today, then stay here!"

The old man snorted, waved his right hand, and actually conjured up a bamboo chair, which was placed in mid-air, and the whole person leaned up.

Yuwen Zhouyuan said to the man: "I don't care, I'm just a thug, he asked me to come, you can go." ”

The middle-aged scribe's eyes showed a faint hint of jealousy, but this jealous person was not Yuwen Zhouyuan, but this old man.

At this time, when he heard what the old man said, his eyes immediately turned to Yuwen Zhouyuan, and said in a deep voice: "This fellow Daoist, have I ever offended you in the Qingshui Sect?"

Yuwen Zhouyuan was silent for a while, and without saying a word, he patted the storage bag, and suddenly an ordinary flying sword flew out of it, he shook slightly, and his divine sense was suddenly imprinted on it, and in a crackling sound, the flying sword immediately melted into liquid, condensing together to form a fist-sized silver ball.

"There are many True Monarch monks of the Qingshui Sect for a long time, and I am ready to challenge it today, and if I am rude, I still look at Haihan!" said Yuwen Zhouyuan, his right hand suddenly moved, pinching the magic trick, a little silver ball.

The silver ball flew away in an instant, and there was a sound of breaking the void, as if it could cut through the void.

The middle-aged scribe had always been cautious in his eyes, but after seeing this silver ball, he was suddenly stunned and sneered: "I can't do it!"

As he spoke, he didn't see the middle-aged man take out the magic weapon, but his right hand was a little in the air, and suddenly a purple aura suddenly galloped out from his fingers.

As soon as this aura appeared, it immediately turned into a purple dragon, roared and rushed towards the silver ball, the silver ball suddenly paused, Yuwen Zhouyuan's hands changed, and he shouted softly: "Heaven and earth borrow the law, change!"

Suddenly, the silver ball squirmed strangely, forming a tiger with wings on its back, this thing was the beast that Yuwen Zhouyuan killed back then, the winged tiger!

The silver ball turned into a ground-winged tiger beast, and as soon as it took shape, it immediately seemed to be alive, revealing deep sharp teeth, opening its mouth and letting out a silent roar, and suddenly air ripples burst out from its mouth, entangled with the purple dragon.

The middle-aged scribe snorted coldly, waved his right hand in front of him, pinched the magic trick, and shouted in a low voice: "Use the mantis arm as a car!

Suddenly, the purple dragon split into two, swept past the winged tiger beast, and roared towards Yuwen Zhouyuan, Yuwen Zhouyuan frowned, and was about to retreat, at this moment, the voice of the old man came from his ears: "Boy, what are you hiding, don't move, experience the artistic conception of the True Monarch Monk!"

Yuwen Zhouyuan hesitated slightly, slapped his right hand on the storage bag, if there was any danger, he would immediately take out the soul bead, in fact, the reason why he did not use some of his usual magic weapons in this competition was precisely because he was afraid of being recognized in the future.

Hearing the old man's words at this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan took a deep breath, and his brain crossed the scene with the old man like lightning, and finally gritted his teeth and remained motionless, saying that it was too late and that was fast, but when he saw the two purple dragons, he suddenly galloped over.

The old man's eyes showed a hint of appreciation, the scene of Yuwen Zhouyuan's struggle just now, although there was no clue on the surface, but with the old man's experience, how could he not see it, he squinted his eyes and glanced at the two purple dragons, raised his right hand, and pinched it gently, and suddenly one of them, as if it was a bubble, was crushed by him with a snap.

The middle-aged scribe's complexion immediately changed drastically, and the fear in his eyes became even stronger.

At this time, the remaining purple dragon, with bursts of roars and qi waves, pounced on Yuwen Zhouyuan's body, Yuwen Zhouyuan's body immediately trembled, he felt a huge impact, and suddenly rushed into his body, but this impact looked quite fierce, but in fact it fell in the body, like a breeze, without any aggression, without causing him any discomfort.

But in this breeze, there is a trace of undetectable sense of desperation, and this feeling is infinitely amplified in the blink of an eye, spreading the entire body of Yuwen Zhouyuan, even Yuan Ying, and does not let go.