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Suddenly, I heard a scolding from behind me: "Bold thief, you dare to trespass on this forbidden land!" "Who is Your Excellency? What is the purpose of breaking into my Quanzhen Sect forbidden land?!" "Senior Brother Yin, there is no need to say more, take him down first!"

Lin Huan's face changed, and he said coldly: "Let's go!" angrily coerced Li Mochou, turned around and went into the dense forest, without thinking, the person behind him must be a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect.

In the past, Lin Chaoying fell in love with Wang Chongyang unsuccessfully, and finally died depressed, and the Tomb Sect and the Quanzhen Sect resented because of this.

And the anger of the Quanzhen Sect disciples, Yue Feng could also understand.

After all, when he went to Zhongnan Mountain before, he basically came from Li Mochou from the trail, you are an outsider, you don't tell you, you don't make an appointment, you don't ask for instructions, and you suddenly appear in someone else's base camp, so it's no wonder if you are treated as a meticulous work.

Yue Feng turned around, and there were more than a dozen young Taoist priests wearing cyan Taoist robes standing in front of him, aged between fifteen or sixteen and twenty years old, all with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, quite a bit of Taoist immortal bones.

One of the young Taoist priests looked a little familiar, and when the young Taoist priest saw Yue Feng, his face instantly turned pale, and he screamed "Ah" and retreated again and again.

An older Taoist priest next to him frowned and asked, "Senior Brother Yin, do you know this person?"

"No...... I don't know!" the young Taoist priest swallowed his saliva and hurriedly responded.

But a few Taoist priests next to him snorted lightly and looked at Yue Feng with hostility. Who believes it, although Yin Zhiping entered the Quanzhen Sect late, he has always been stable and has been pinned on by several elders, how could he ever be so out of shape?

Yue Feng's heart moved, and the corners of his mouth hooked.

Yin Zhiping, the famous dragon knight, isn't he the first martial arts figure, the one who invaded the real world? Looking at the current appearance, he still has an impression of himself, what is this? It's different from what Lao Cheng said, tsk, he is lying again!

The thought turned, Yue Feng arched his hand at Yin Zhiping, and said, "Everyone, please, this Daoist brother is surnamed Yin Zhiping?"

Yin Zhiping calmed down and arched his hand: "Poor Dao is exact, haven't you asked Your Excellency for advice?"

There was a hint of banter on the corner of Yue Feng's mouth, and he said, "Little Taoist priest really doesn't know me, you almost killed me back then!"

He's tempting!

Now he can be sure that the other party must still remember him, and what he is testing is whether Yin Zhiping can leak this point to others! Whether it is the original plane -- the Condor is equivalent to Yin Zhiping's home field, or the invading plane.

What is the truth of the invasion, Yue Feng still doesn't know, he can only explore step by step at present, if he accidentally violates the taboo without knowing it, he will be directly wiped out, then he really shouldn't die too unjustly.

Yin Zhiping said with a straight face: "Why did Your Excellency say this, Poor Dao has never seen Your Excellency, but ......"

Yue Feng said: "But what?"

Yin Zhiping said: "However, a few days ago, Poor Dao had a dream, in which he killed innocents indiscriminately and committed the precept of killing, and your Excellency's face seemed to be similar, which confused my mind. With a light murderous intent, Poor Dao has already confessed to the master. You brothers and sisters all know ......"

Beside him, Zhao Zhijing, Shen Zhifan, Ma Zhifang, Wang Zhitan, Li Zhichang and other disciples of the "Zhi" character also argued.

Li Zhichang sneered and said: "Senior Brother Yin is really funny, and he also said it when he killed people in his dreams!" Wang Zhitan smiled: "It turns out that Master punished Senior Brother Yin a few days ago because of this, Senior Brother, you are too sincere, right?"

Zhao Zhijing snorted coldly: "Don't talk nonsense! Take down this person first!"

Yue Feng frowned, he was really a little confused, the performance of this group of people seemed to be really as Yin Zhiping said, the invasion of reality was just a dream, and before he could figure it out, more than a dozen Quanzhen Sect Taoist priests drew their swords and pointed directly at Yue Feng, and they had surrounded him.

"Put down your blades!" "Come with us to see Master!" "Dare to resist, don't blame me and other subordinates for being ruthless!"

On the contrary, it was Yin Zhiping who said: "Senior brothers and sisters must not be rude, I believe that Brother Yue has no malicious intentions, as long as you meet the teacher and explain the situation to his old man, the misunderstanding can be solved!"

This further aggravated Yue Feng's doubts: Did he really forget, or was he faking?

Zhao Zhijing snorted coldly: "Dare to enter this forbidden place, how can there be any misunderstanding, take this person down first!"

Choke!

Zhao Zhijing raised his sword and was the first to stab at Yue Feng. Since Zhao Zhijing has already done it, how can others endure it.

What's more, they had already decided in their hearts that Yin Zhiping and Yue Feng absolutely knew each other, and Yin Zhiping still had bitterness in his heart, and he was forced to say that he didn't know him, and he had a very bad impression of Yue Feng. But seeing the cold light flickering, the remaining disciples drew their swords one after another and stabbed at Yue Feng in unison.

Seeing this, Yin Zhiping no longer persuaded him, and shouted: "Offended!" moved to the left and joined the battle group.

More than a dozen people were divided into two circles, and then cooperated with the melee formation created by Wang Chongyang, completely surrounding Yue Feng to death, located in the position of the death gate of the entire large array, a young Taoist priest was proud in his heart, and couldn't help but shout: "He can't run away!

Even disciples with higher martial arts such as Zhao Zhijing and Wang Zhitan couldn't help but secretly rejoice, no one expected that Yue Feng would be trapped so easily.

Yin Zhiping smiled slightly, as if putting down a heavy stone in his heart.

The encirclement circle shrank smaller and smaller, and at this moment, Yue Feng suddenly sneered: "The people of the Quanzhen Sect, the number one faction in the world, but it's nothing more than that!"

"Maniac, dare to insult my master!"

"Presumptuous!"

"Thief, Hugh is talking nonsense!!"

The disciples of the Quanzhen Sect shouted and scolded one after another, but the scolding had not subsided, and Yue Feng, who had been standing still, suddenly moved.

Choke!

The Yunji Sword did not stab at someone, but drew a circle from left to right, as fast as lightning, a very terrifying circle, only listening to the jingle puff, all kinds of sounds gathered together, which seemed extremely weird.

Moment!

In just an instant, Yue Feng took out his sword, and in turn, he pointed the innermost circle of eight people, or stabbed the wrist, or hit the hilt of the sword. The point is on the wrist, and the wrist is bloody, and the point is on the hilt, which is split in half. Wailing into pieces, the blades fell to the ground at the same time.

The speed of the sword was so fast that all the sounds were mixed together, as if they were coming out at the same time.

It is Dugu Nine Swords!

The innermost disciple was defeated, and before he could react, Yue Feng's body was like a big bird, rushing out, bringing out a stream of air, and the Quanzhen disciple with a lower cultivation on the periphery pounced in response, only to feel a strong wind blowing, a hot pain, hissing and howling.

"If I have something to do today, I'll have a good exchange with you another day!"

The words disappeared, and Yue Feng's figure disappeared, and at the moment of disappearing, he suddenly turned his head and glanced at Yin Zhiping meaningfully.

Yin Zhiping only felt that his scalp was numb for a while, and cold sweat was dripping down, and the cyan robe that he had just changed today was completely wet with sweat.

His palms were also full of sweat, and after a pause, he turned his head and looked at Wang Zhitan, who was the most seriously injured, with a complicated expression, and a trace of absoluteness flashed in his eyes!