Away from the mountain, away from the hall.

This is far from the appearance of the Worrying Peak Hall, which is already crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder. Tens of thousands of disciples of the Leaving Sorrow Sect gathered in the square outside this Leaving Sorrow Hall today, although this square is large, but it can't help so many people, if the sword looks in the air, the disciples of the Leaving Sorrow Sect are crowded with black pressure on the entire mountain, even the halfway up the mountain is crowded.

Some of these disciples were in groups of three or five, and some were gathered in piles of them, and the sound of conversation and discussion came and went, and the voices of tens of thousands of people sounded almost less than the sound of the divine thunder above the nine heavens.

Lu Wujian and the disciples lowered their clouds, and when they saw that there was a commotion everywhere in this square, they couldn't help frowning, and they had already said it several times in their hearts, so they stretched out their faces, and walked towards the main entrance of the main hall with a crowd of people.

The disciples of the Leaving Worry Sect along the road, each of them were quite eye-catching, seeing that it was Lu Wujian, who was the smallest in the ordinary world, who came, and saw him pulling a long face from afar, no one dared to touch his moldy head, and they all dodged a way, so Mo Youfeng's disciples followed behind the master and came to the front of the main hall without effort.

It's just that others are okay to say, as soon as this Lin Yizhifu appeared, some people couldn't help but point and whisper: "Hey, senior brothers, have you seen it? The thin disciple who followed at the end was the guy who stepped on shit luck, and his appearance was also plain, why did our head of the sect favor him......

The one who spoke in a whisper was an inner disciple of Anger Peak, but he also had a little talent, and now he was about to build a foundation for the Great Perfection, and he had more hope of being promoted to a core disciple, so he also had a certain reputation in Anger Peak. So I got a little carried away.

Lu Wujian, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, turned back sharply, and stared coldly at the disciples around him who gave way, and when his eyes crossed the faces of these disciples, all the disciples shook and did not dare to look directly.

Even the disciple who chewed the root of his tongue just now was already frightened into a cold sweat at this moment, and quietly pulled his legs and wanted to leave, but as soon as he took half a step, he heard Lu Wujian snort, and said coldly with some anger: "Come out for me!"

Looking at this inner disciple who had just chewed the root of his tongue, as soon as his body moved, he felt a strong force pulling him to death, and then, as if his body was completely out of his control, he flew upside down and fell out of the crowd, and landed in front of Lu Wuji, and the strong force made him scream, and he almost didn't lose his breath. With this scream, the square that was originally full of people seemed to freeze in an instant, and there was no sound at all. Everyone's eyes were all on Lu Wujian's side.

As soon as the inner disciple raised his head, he saw that Lu Wuji's small eyes were full of cold killing intent, and he was immediately drenched in cold sweat and his body trembled.

Lu Wuji's face sank like water: "Fang Cai is your tongue-chewing nonsense, you are not afraid of entering the tongue-pulling hell of the netherworld after death?"

The inner disciple of the Angry Peak was already like chaff, and he fell to the ground while trembling, and begged bitterly: "The disciple knows that he is wrong, the disciple has just forgotten for a while, and I hope that Uncle Lu will forgive me!"

Lu Wujian snorted coldly, and said slowly as if he hadn't heard it: "Cut off your tongue or cut off your own arm, you can choose for yourself." ”

The inner disciple of the Angry Peak was already frightened, and he just collapsed to the ground and begged for mercy.

Lu Wujian was as unmoved as a thousand-year-old well, his eyelids narrowed slightly, and he said slowly: "Don't delay the time, miss a big event, it's not so easy to break your arm!"

This Sorrowful Peak disciple trembled all over, and his face was already as frightened as a blank sheet of paper, but if he wanted to cut off an arm or bite off his tongue himself, he would not be able to do it no matter what.

Lu Wujian suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, and the murderous aura in front of and behind him made Mo Youfeng's disciples feel that today's master was different from any time in the past, and that awe-inspiring murderous aura even Zeng Ruijin couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart. The tens of thousands of people in the field had never seen the first seat of Mo Worry Peak that seemed to be possessed by a killing god today. Even Lu Xiyue put away her laughter and play, and looked at her father in disbelief.

Lu Wuji's voice was like frost and said, "What, do you want me to do it myself?" After that, an afterimage had already come to the front of this inner disciple, but when he saw the flame fairy sword in front of him flashing red, the next moment the left arm of this inner disciple would be lost.

Suddenly, a pale yellow light forcibly connected this Lu Wujian like a thunderous sword, and then a person was already standing in front of this inner disciple, this person was shocked by the sword qi because of Lu Wujian's sword, and he didn't catch his breath at this time, but he couldn't even speak, just bowed to Lu Wujian and gave a deep salute.

Lu Wujian looked at it coldly, but saw that it was Hu Feng, the eldest disciple of Anger Peak, this Hu Feng already had the strength of his own golden pill sevenfold, and he took Lu Wujian's sword, which was Lu Wujian's light sword, and he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it.

Lu Wuji's anger is even stronger, he is already a person who is extremely protective of his shortcomings, seeing that some people are talking about his untalented apprentice, although he himself thinks that his apprentice's sixfold cultivation of condensation qi is too easy, but today I heard that someone dared to be so presumptuous in front of him, and this anger could not be suppressed.

Lu Wujian's eyes were as cold as knives, he glanced at that Hu Feng, and said slowly: "Hmph Hu Feng, you are very good, all the people who came out of the old Taoist sect this day are talents, one is arguing about the teaching behind his back, and the other is actually doing it with his uncle!

Hu Fengwu gasped for a long time, and then calmed down and said respectfully: "Uncle Lu, my master teaches well on weekdays, if it weren't for the last resort, today's kid wouldn't dare to collide with Uncle Lu. Just now I saw that Uncle Lu was furious, and he wanted to cut off this person's arm with a sword, I saw that he was a disciple of the inner sect of Anger Peak, so I had no choice but to block Uncle Lu's sword, and I also looked at Uncle Haihan!"

Lu Wujian sneered and said, "Hehe, what a sharp tooth, in this way, you are not guilty of the disciples of the Angry Peak Peak, but I, the head of the lineage, are going to cut off his arm for no reason, right?"

Hu Feng hurriedly saluted: "That's not what the kid meant, I just hope that Uncle Lu can forgive him magnanimously." ”

If it was left in the past, I am afraid that Lu Wujian would have already agreed, but today, Lu Wujian's nameless anger is getting bigger and bigger, and he sneered at the moment: "Magnanimous, you dare to say this to me in your identity, you are also worthy of the chief disciple of the first district?!"

Hu Feng was even more at a loss when he saw Lu Wuji's anger. Hurriedly knelt down and said: "The kid offended Uncle Shi by making a statement, but I just hope that Uncle Shi will read it for the sake of not easy cultivation, spare him!"

Lu Wujian laughed angrily, and said loudly: "You also know that cultivation is not easy, but why is it not easy for you to cultivate hard, but I have become an evil sect and a crooked way, don't you deceive me Lu Wujian has been hiding for a long time, indifferent to fame and fortune, and laugh at me Mo Youfeng No one? Today, under this night flame sword, I let you know that I know the majesty of my Mo Youfeng!" The last sentence has long been sonorous.

Hu Feng saw that the matter had come to this point, and it was irretrievable, so he got up, looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, an earthy yellow fairy sword slowly floated in the air, Hu Feng saluted again, gritted his teeth and said: "In this case, the younger generation must not fall into the name of Anger Peak, the younger generation retreats again and again, if you make compromises again, it will be an insult to the name of the family teacher, so, please ask Uncle Lu for advice!"

Zeng Ruijin and Mu Yuqiu saw that the matter had intensified, and hurriedly walked out, Mu Yuqiu pulled the sleeve of Lu Wuji's robe and said, "Forget it, why bother to be like a junior!"

Zeng Ruijin was also busy saying: "Yes, Master, Senior Brother Hu is also thinking about his junior brother, and his feelings are forgivable." ”

Lin Yizhi was very moved, he never thought that he had never looked up to his master, but because of someone else's words, he was going to break the man's arm for him, and he was excited with tears in his eyes, and hurriedly walked out and said: "Master, thank you for ......being a disciple" Before the sentence was finished, the tears poured out like a broken thread.

Lu Wujian glanced at Lin Yizhi with an extremely complicated expression, there was anger in his eyes, mourning his misfortune, but more pity and concern. He said slowly: "Old Five, I have wronged you, get up, don't lose the name of our Mo Youfeng in front of people, today my anger is not only for you, but also for our reputation of Mo Youfeng!"

Mu Yuqiu persuaded him a few more words. Who would have thought that Lu Wujian snorted coldly, and even said a few no, no, no, no, just no, only the Xiaoyan Immortal Sword said: "Hu Feng, you used to say a lot that I Mo Worry Feng is not good, bad for my prestige, today, I will teach you a lesson for your master!"

After that, the Xiao Flame Immortal Sword roared clearly, and it was pressed down on Hu Feng's head like a thunderbolt.

The boundless power and sword aura enveloped Hu Feng from the moment the Xiao Flame Immortal Sword was pressed, and Hu Feng knew only then that the gap between the Golden Pill Seven Folds and the Mahayana Great Perfection was.

Despair, just this thunderous power and sword qi can kill him, how can this be fought?

Hu Feng had no choice but to grit his teeth, turn his heart sideways, and raise the pale yellow fairy sword above his head, once again colliding with the Xiao Flame Fairy Sword wrapped in endless might.

I only heard a small crisp sound, and before the Xiao Flame Sword came into contact with Hu Feng's fairy sword, I saw that the pale yellow fairy sword trembled violently, and it was already split in an instant, and the fragments of the fairy sword burst apart, turning into powder in an instant. Tens of thousands of disciples couldn't help but exclaim, they never thought that this thunderous blow would be as strong as this!

Hu Feng's immortal sword was destroyed, and his soul was directly hit hard, and he screamed miserably, his body flew upside down, and blood sprayed out in mid-air, sprinkled on the ground, and a large area was seen from a distance, which was shocking. Hu Feng wanted to stand up, but he couldn't.

Lu Wujian didn't even look at it, and snorted coldly: "I can't do it!" After that, he turned around and raised his sword, and came to take the arm of the inner disciple.

At this moment, a voice like a roar suddenly came from mid-air, and the words seemed to be filled with all kinds of anger: "Jujube kernel head, you are so shameless to do it with your juniors, I am not dead yet......!"

The four words of immortality echoed in the air several times. The momentum in this voice shocked the tens of thousands of disciples of Liwu Feng present, and at that moment, the tens of thousands of disciples were all silent, and they didn't even dare to come out.

Every disciple knows in their hearts that they are afraid that there is another person who is not easy to provoke - the Heavenly Anger Daoist, it is not easy to provoke and it is not easy to provoke, but now there is a drama to watch!

Lu Wujian sneered twice, looked towards the sky, and saw a red-haired old Taoist coming towards this side like the wind, it was the Heavenly Anger Daoist, Lu Wujian snorted coldly and said: "Old Zamao, you can't hold your anger, right, what can you do here?" Even with your own brother Tianyi Daoren, I, Lu, am not afraid!"

After saying that, Lu Wujian lifted the immortal sword, his figure was already floating in the air, and he looked coldly at the direction where the heavenly anger came from, and the arrogant aura and killing aura on his body faintly made all the disciples of Mo Youfeng feel distracted.

It turns out that our master is so tall......