At this time, all the children were laughing to themselves, leaning forward and back, no one was chasing, Chu Yun jumped lightly, and sat firmly on the head of the low wall of death, covering his chest and gasping for breath. The previous wild run had almost exhausted all of Chu Yun's physical strength, and now sitting on the low wall, he only felt weak all over his body, and his heart was beating wildly.

Yan Peng vomited violently, only to feel that his stomach was like a river and a sea, and he had to use his mana, which temporarily suppressed the spasms of his stomach and barely stopped vomiting. Spit out the mud in his mouth and forcibly endure the disgust in his heart, Yan Peng wiped the mud spots on his face with a brocade robe, while glaring at Chu Yun viciously, and with a wave of his hand, he commanded everyone to surround Chu Yun.

I don't know what is mysterious about this low wall, Chu Yun sat on the wall, he didn't run away anymore, and even lowered his feet leisurely, his heels hit the wall rhythmically, and his face was full of victorious smiles on his face that was flushed from running rapidly.

Looking at Chu Yun sitting on the low wall, all the children hesitated.

"Chu Yun, if you have a seed, you will come down!"

"Yan Jizu, there is a kind of you who came up!"

Whether it was the step-ancestor or the embarrassed Yan Peng, no one dared to take half a step forward, at least they kept a distance of one foot from the low wall of death, and everyone looked up at the metal statue from time to time, all with a nervous and panicked expression.

In fact, it is no wonder that these children are so afraid, according to the "General History of the Flame Relics", this metal statue is not an ordinary statue, but a tall metal puppet. According to legend, it is a treasure left behind by Chu Nadong, a visitor from Tianwai seven years ago, to protect the safety of the Yan clan.

Although this puppet was far less tall than the iron man used by Chu Nadong, its power was not something that ordinary immortal cultivators could compete with, and it had always been regarded as a sacred treasure among the Yan Relic Clan, treasured in the backyard of the Holy Temple.

Chuna Dong left the Iron Man here, drew a circle around the center of the temple, and warned all children and clansmen not to cross the border - but if they entered this circle, they would be attacked by the Iron Man.

Yan Dansong was afraid that the clansmen would enter by mistake, so he set up a low wall outside the circle line to ring it.

According to the oral legend of the clan, occasionally the crazy horse crashed into the low wall, and the iron man was angry, and he hit it with one arm and turned it into minced meat. There is a giant bird flying over the iron man, this bird is not virtuous, and throws bird droppings at will. The iron man raised his arm, but saw a blue beam of light flash, and the giant bird turned to ashes.

Since then, people have called it the low wall of death, and no one dares to approach it again!

All the children who have been relegated to the flames have been taught by their families since they were young that they should not cross the low wall of death, and even the outer five feet of the children were forbidden to enter. Chu Yun was desperate, so he ventured close to the low wall of death and took a risk.

Sitting on the wall, Chu Yun seemed to have a relaxed and smug smile, but his heart was beating wildly, and his back heart was cold, and his clothes were already soaked with sweat.

At the moment of jumping on the low wall, Chu Yun tried his best to control his body, but he hung his ass diagonally on the edge of the wall, straightened his back, and the muscles on his ass were tight and straight, lest a trace of limbs reach into the low wall and be attacked by the iron man.

Seeing that the children were stagnant, Chu Yun was proud in his heart. Temporarily throwing away the fear in his heart, he scolded the children according to the wall.

This Gan Immortal cultivator spends most of his time cultivating, how can he have studied the art of scolding, where is Chu Yun's opponent with a foul mouth and poisonous tongue. He thought that one was ten, and the more he scolded, the more courageous he became, and he even scolded a cultivator with red faces but no way.

Let's say that Yan Fengling was working at home, and suddenly received a report from Yan Jizu's followers: Chu Yun and Jizu will fight to the death in the backyard of the Holy Temple!

What kind of life-and-death battle is just a bunch of children's play. In the past few years, Chu Yun has not had a few life-and-death battles in any year.

Feng Ling ignored it, but she was suddenly shocked in her heart, oh no, there is a killing god in the temple! She was startled, and immediately conjured up fire wings and quickly flew towards the temple.

Cultivators in the early stage of foundation building can reach speeds of up to 100 miles per hour and be no more than 300 meters high; in the middle stage, they can reach 150 miles at the fastest and no more than 400 meters high; in the later stage, they can increase their speed to 200 li and not more than 500 meters high; and at the peak of the summit cultivators can reach speeds of up to 250 miles per hour and fly at an altitude of 600 meters.

At the speed of the fifth level of the Fengling Foundation, the speed of the flying sky can reach one hundred and seventy miles. However, this speed is far less fast than the "Fire Wing Technique" inherited by the Yan Relics. "Fire Wing Technique" is a flying supernatural power, every fan can escape thirty or forty meters, with Yan Fengling's cultivation as the realm, with all his strength, the speed can reach two hundred.

Feng Ling was so anxious that she frantically flapped her fire wings and went straight to the direction of the holy temple. After more than ten breaths, the holy temple was already in sight, looking at the iron man standing high in the air, the chubby head with a lewd smile, just like Chu Nadong's signature smile, Feng Ling's heart suddenly welled up with a thousand tenderness.

It seems that this iron man was not alarmed.

Feng Ling let out a long breath of relief, flapped her fire wings, and quietly came to the sky above the holy temple. raised his eyes, but suddenly opened his phoenix eyes, only to see that surrounded by a large group of children, Chu Yunwei was sitting on the low wall of death, and a fireball was flying towards him.

This fireball was only the size of a pigeon's egg, and it was obvious that the caster's mana was not good, and at most he only had the cultivation of the fifth level of Qi cultivation.

However, this kind of flame from the immortal cultivator can not be underestimated, the power of this fire, water cannot be extinguished, sand and gravel cannot be buried, molten gold and iron, far from the power of ordinary ordinary fire, just a little flame, that is immediately combusted, even if it falls on the stone, it will burn.

And the target of this fireball attack is his own son, who is 'powerless'. In an instant, the anger in Yan Fengling's heart exploded like a volcano.

The two are separated by five or six hundred meters, even if she is a strong person in the foundation building period, seeing that her son is in danger, she will be hit by the fire in a moment, but she is beyond the reach of the whip and cannot be saved, and a mouthful of turbid air choked in her throat, but she didn't dare to shout to stop.

was injured by the fireball, and there was still the possibility of treatment, so shocked that his son fell off the low wall and provoked that thing, but it was all over!

However, something happened to Feng Ling's surprise, although the fireball was only the size of a pigeon's egg, it emitted a scorching heat. In panic, Chu Yun leaned back, and while dodging the fireball, it was difficult to maintain the balance of his body.

"Ahh

In a frightened cry, Chu Yun raised his head to the sky and fell into the low wall of death.

Feng Ling was shocked in her heart, she couldn't hold back the anger in her heart anymore, a scream of extreme anger rushed to the sky, and she couldn't care about the scruples of the big iron man anymore, and flapped her wings wildly and rushed towards Chu Yun.

However, it was too late, and in Feng Ling's frightened gaze, the cold eye sockets of the big iron man suddenly lit up with two blue cold rays!

Although more than half a year has passed, Feng Ling's heart is still beating wildly when she recalls the crisis of that day and thinks of the despair of losing her beloved son.

On that scorching afternoon, when Yan Fengling's desperate and angry howl sounded, many powerhouses on Yanyi Island were suddenly alarmed by the howl, and they each rushed to the scene as quickly as possible.

These powerhouses are all cultivators above the foundation building, and the first to arrive is Yan Dansong, the patriarch who has been promoted to the Jindan stage.

The extreme speed of the foundation building peak monk is only two hundred and five, and even if he casts the fire wing technique, the speed can reach three hundred. However, after condensing the golden pill, the speed of the cultivator could be greatly increased. The Jindan can reach five hundred in the early stage, and with the power of the Fire Wing Technique, the speed of Yan Dan Song can reach six hundred per hour. Although the cultivation place was the most remote, it only took two minutes to rush to the backyard of the holy temple first.

Yan Dansong flew quickly in the sky, but in the distance in the direction of the temple, there was a lush forest, and the first thing that caught his eye was the iron man who was several feet taller than the forest.

Looking at the chubby round face, Chu Nadong's appearance instantly appeared in his mind, this guy is really narcissistic, he actually copied his appearance to the puppet's body, a puppet with great power, he has to be matched with such a funny avatar, and he destroyed the majesty of the puppet for no reason.

Hey, no! This puppet has always stood with its head held high, but now it has a posture of hanging its head down? Moreover, its normally low right arm is also raised high, and its huge fist is clenched, and it looks like it is ready to attack at any moment.

Which one is this who is not afraid of death to provoke this evil star? Yan Dansong was shocked, and immediately concentrated his strength, and his divine thoughts instantly covered the backyard of the holy temple, and the scene suddenly came into mind.

It turned out that Yan Fengling's naughty bag had climbed over the low wall of death and was standing at the feet of the puppet at a loss. Yan Fengling, on the other hand, was holding a short sword, flapping her fire wings and standing above the low wall. Obviously, if the iron man made any changes, Yan Fengling would definitely attack desperately.

It's over! It's over!