Deng Yonghui stood with his hands in his hands, the surrounding space was tense, the red glow was all over the sky, a hammer cut through the sky, and an astonishing scorching heat shrouded the four fields like a dark cloud, as if it could burn down a wall of heaven.

Everyone shuddered, their eyes frightened.

The name of the madman has been shocked for thousands of years, and those who know him are all terrified, and they all know that if he makes a move, it will definitely be a thunderous blow, and no one will be spared.

Even the gray-robed old man of the Leng family is no exception.

As Deng Yonghui's voice fell, Leng Xinyu's wrinkled face flashed a wry smile, and the layered folds swayed, and he stepped out of the air, neither humble nor arrogant: "Daoist friends are still alive, how can old decay fall." ”

Hearing this, Deng Yonghui was silent, and only said lightly after a while: "Leng Xinyu, I respect you as a senior, if today's matter is stopped, then I will not pursue it." ”

"Stop, Deng boy, have you ever seen a monk in the Leng family who has flinched?" Leng Xinyu snorted coldly and completely expressed his attitude: "If the descendants of my Leng family are killed today, I don't care, then wouldn't anyone be able to step on the head of my Leng family?!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard Deng Xiaozi's name, only Deng Yonghui smiled bitterly and glanced at Leng Xinyu deeply, "Senior Leng, you know that you are not my opponent." ”

"So what? The old man is already a person who has half a foot on the Nine Shadows, how can he care about this? My Leng family only has people who died in battle, and there are no people who are afraid of death!" Leng Xinyu's words were sonorous, his wrinkles trembled, his holy authority was permeated, and the atmosphere was solemn.

The thunder and lightning between the heavens and the earth suddenly rose, the clouds were broken, and the holy power was vast for thousands of miles, and the dust did not float, and the heavens were overlooked.

The dignity of the great sage cannot be provoked, and the saint is angry and sheds thousands of miles of blood!

Suddenly, Leng Xinyu frowned slightly, and asked, "Deng boy, who are you that young man?"

"A registered disciple who can pass on my mantle. Deng Yonghui took a deep breath and said slowly.

As soon as these words came out, it was as if the heavens and the earth had lost their voice at that moment, and no one was not surprised.

The registered disciple of the madman is actually the registered disciple of the madman, no wonder he will make a move!

Leng Xinyu and Liu Yongyan were shocked when they heard this, they understood better than everyone what this sentence meant, and they also knew that the weight of that passable mantle was enough to shake the entire refining world.

Such a person, Deng Yonghui has waited for too long, if today's matter is not handled well, then it is really endless!

"Have you waited?" Leng Xinyu looked solemn and asked with some caution.

Deng Yonghui glanced at Lu Xia, who was covered in blood, before slowly turning his head, and then nodded heavily.

No one knows the turbulence in his heart, and no one knows that his thousands of years of lonely waiting will finally come to an end.

In fact, after the battle three thousand years ago, his heart was already dead, and he was buried on the top of the Absolute Saint Peak with the woman with her skin and smiling face.

Three thousand years have passed, and he doesn't even dare to leave Akabane City, because he is afraid to remember, he is afraid to remember the figure that brought him countless warmth, he is afraid to remember the scenes of the old days.

Deng Yonghui lived a secluded life in Chiba City, no one knew his name, his surname, and his past, he was like a person who would never have a past, living alone and lonely for three thousand years.

Although his heart is dead, his way is still there, his way of craftsmanship!

Deng Yonghui should inherit his master, and he will never let this vein be cut off in this life.

It is this obsession deeply engraved into the bones, and it is this promise that is heavier than the heavenly dome, that has allowed him to carry the limit of 3,000 years and live out the limit of longevity!

It is also this perseverance that makes his craftsman more and more profound, and even his skills are in the Dao, he is not only a great sage, but also a great sage who comprehends the way of craftsmanship.

And the strictness of his lineage is simply outrageous, for three thousand years, the only person he has seen the right person is Akabane, the lord of Akabane City.

However, Chi Yu has already proved sainthood, and he is not determined to refine qi, so the two have become friends for the past year.

Lu Xia was the second person he had seen in the past 3,000 years, and Deng Yonghui knew it from the day he was able to comprehend the movement in the hammer sound.

So there was a series of confrontations and transactions later, and even more so with this rescue, he was lonely for too long, and he never wanted the last glimmer of hope to be shattered.

There are some things he has waited too long for, and it's time to do them.

The refining competition will be the first step to start, but the premise is that Lu Xia is alive and has learned to refine weapons.

Deng Yonghui took a deep breath and suppressed the inexplicable melancholy and sadness in his heart, in the meantime, there was a trace of imperceptible hatred, although it was fleeting, but it seemed to be monstrous.

Leng Xinyu also felt this strong sadness, and also looked at Deng Yonghui with some sympathy, "Deng boy, it's been three thousand years, can't you still let go of the past?"

Deng Yonghui regained his sadness and joylessness, and was silent for a while before he said lightly: "I didn't go over. ”

As if he felt that there was some logic in this, he leisurely added: "Maybe I haven't found my past yet." ”

A long sigh came from Leng Xinyu's mouth, causing countless ripples in the void, and it also stirred up a strong sadness and helplessness.

In Leng Xinyu's eyes, Deng Yonghui is a strong man who can overwhelm an era, but he is trapped because of love, but he is lonely because of righteousness, which is somewhat regrettable and sighing.

Ill-fated and miserable in life, but with a commitment and hope to live out the limits of human beings, the hardships and pains are difficult for outsiders to know.

"Dang!"

At this moment, a bell rang in all directions, the horn sounded sadly, the war song was swirling, and the evil spirit between heaven and earth rose sharply, overwhelming the sky.

One by one, figures rushed out of the Red Feather City, the battle armor was forested, the spears flashed with cold light, the queue was neat, stepping on the sky, the murderous aura poured into the sky, and the earth was shocked.

"Buzz!"

The void trembled, buzzed and exploded, and a fat and round body went straight into the middle, like a dormant fat dragon, full of oppression and suffocation.

The saint's breath is full, thousands of miles are silent, the wind and clouds are changing, the holy power is mighty, the killing is unparalleled, faintly merging with the queue, sending out a shocking coercion.

"City Lord!"

"Akabane Castle Lord!"

"The lord of the city has appeared!"

"Sure enough, I knew that it was impossible for the city lord to ignore it, after all, it was a fight in front of his house. ”

“......”

The whole city was in an uproar, revealing the identity of the person who came, and everyone was shocked, the terrifying coercion contained in that fat and round figure was really shocking.

Standing in the void, it is like a movable majestic demon mountain, which is shocking.

"Senior Leng, Liu Daoyou came to my Chibane City as a guest, and he was disappointed. Akabane's voice was calm, rolling and reverberating like thunder, carrying a majesty that made people's hearts frighten.

――Dividing Line――

If you don't have a past, you have a past that you don't want to remember, and what a painful and sad wound it is......