Swordsman Fengyunzhi

A stream of light passed through the gate and fell into the Zhenwu Taoist Hall. Lu Zhanyuan waved his hand and displayed three spiritual talismans. Zhong Lingxi and the others immediately appeared from the talismans. After doing this, the boy in Taoist robes held Yi Xifeng The body flew towards Daoxuan Mountain without looking back.

"I hope the senior brother in charge can find a way to solve this 'blood ink'."

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A few days after the Yunxiao Lake incident, in a tea house in Fallen Leaf City.

"It is said that above the Yunxiao Lake, the heads of the major sects gathered together, manifested their magical powers, and competed for the position of the strongest person in the world..."

On the table of the tea house, the storyteller held the gavel together, suppressed his saliva, and said in a deep voice to everyone below, "It's that..."

But the next moment, after he was halfway through his words, he stopped abruptly, and the gavel slowly fell from his hand.

"Who do you think everyone here thinks?"

"It goes without saying that it must be the head of Luo Yunzong, the head of Confucianism in the world, who can compete for the top?" A spectator dressed in a white robe, holding a teacup, said leisurely.

"This is not necessarily true. Xu Xianzhi is certainly one of the three saints, but the leader of the Divine Sect and the head of the Zhenwu Dao Palace, who is not a powerful and powerful man who is in charge of one party?"

"That's right, that's right! You, Luo Yunzong, don't be blindly arrogant. After being robbed of your marriage, you will lose face more and more. You want to fight for everything, but you can't fight for anything."

"If you ask me, the gathering of many saintly powerhouses is obviously discussing some important matter, and the holy war is completely non-existent. You storyteller, don't tell the truth!"

I don't know who it was, but after he finished speaking, his aura rose, and the aura of the chivalrous realm suddenly filled here.

Next to it, many spectators were speaking with each other, and every sentence echoed in the teahouse.

"You..." The teacup in the spectator's hand fell violently, and the table shook three times in an instant. Seeing that the whole body was about to rise, a person in white robes hurriedly tugged at the person in front of him. cuffs, slowly shaking his head.

Immediately, the two didn't say anything, but walked out of the teahouse silently.

The storyteller saw that the speech of the people became more vigorous, the beads of sweat on his forehead became finer and finer, the cuffs were wiped and wiped, and the gavel on the table was picked up and put down again.

Dare not knock down.

In this teahouse, there are no ordinary people, only disciples from various sects.

They knew the situation that day better than that.

"Storyteller, you are not afraid that people from the sect will cut off your head!" A loud shout came from among the spectators, and the unknown pressure suddenly dropped, shocking everyone present!
"It's just a few saints taking action to suppress the evil spirits in the secret realm at the same time. I don't know the whole picture, but I only have a half-knowledge, so don't make up random slanders!"

After saying that, a ray of light shot out, the storyteller's pupils shrank suddenly, and a blood hole the size of a fist appeared on his chest, a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the front chopping board red.

Then his eyes darkened and he fell down.

The disciples of the various sects cleared up the rumors with lightning speed, and after catching a few main people who spread the rumors, the farce came to an abrupt end.

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"Master Shenzi hasn't shown up for many days, did he have some demons?"

"Shh~, keep your voice down, if the elder hears this, he will lose his head!"

In the middle of the night, in a side hall of the main altar of the Divine Sect, two disciples of the Divine Sect on duty were on duty while chatting.

"Brother Wang, I heard that Lord Shenzi was still in a comatose state when he came out of the blood-stained secret realm. Is it true?" A young disciple with a scarred face asked in a low voice.

Another disciple with a square face heard the words, looked left and right, and after confirming that there was no one around, he said:

"Master Shenzi was extremely weak when he came back. I heard that he was injured by the new Demon Son of the Demon Cult."

"Devil Cult Demon Son? Is that Su Xiaoxian?" The freckled disciple looked surprised.

The disciple surnamed Wang nodded, and continued: "I heard from other brothers in the sect that Lord Shenzi seems to have been injured. If Master Han hadn't appeared in time, Lord Shenzi's life would have been lost long ago."

The freckle disciple was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "The soul is injured? Isn't that Su Xiaoxian a sword wielder? He is also good at soul attacks?"

The disciple surnamed Wang shook his head, and replied: "I also heard from others. I don't know exactly how I was injured."

While chatting, suddenly a strange movement came from the hall. Judging from its source, it seemed to be the room of the Son of God.

While the two were surprised, two flashes of light flashed by. An old man with white eyebrows and white hair and a man with a hooked nose suddenly appeared here, which scared the two of them into a cold sweat. You must know that they were discussing the Son of God just now. Even if Even if he was beheaded directly, he could not blame others.

The disciple surnamed Wang hurriedly pulled the freckled disciple to kneel down, bowing his head in a big obeisance.

"Wang Liang, Xu Si, see the second elder and the third elder!"

After the second elder glanced at them, he waved his sleeves and signaled them to leave the place.

Wang Liang and Xu Dun breathed a sigh of relief, and then trotted away from here.

The hook-nosed third elder glanced at the backs of the two men, turned around and asked:

"Second Elder, why don't you let me get rid of these two people?"

After hearing this, the second elder calmly uttered four words.

"It's better to be blocked than to be sparse."

The third elder was thoughtful when he heard the words, but then he stopped thinking about it. The top priority was to protect this place.

Afterwards, the two of them rubbed the yellow light with their hands, and formed an enchantment around Zhou Yang's room. They gathered the true energy of the surrounding world and sent it continuously into the enchantment. In less than a moment, the concentration of the true essence in the enchantment reached five times that of the outside world. more than double.

"With Shenzi Zhou's talent, it shouldn't be a big problem to break through to the hero realm." The second elder said slowly.

Elder Yinggoubi nodded, and replied: "Needless to say much about the phaseless kung fu practiced by Shenzi Zhou, but this god-devil kung fu has not improved for a long time. If it were Lu Zhuchen..."

The third elder's voice stopped abruptly, not because he didn't want to say it, but because the second elder stopped him.

"The fight for the position of the Son of God was decided by the leaders of the past generations. We cannot ask any more questions about this matter. Don't forget that some of the third-generation elders were beheaded in public because of this matter."

The hook-nosed elder's face darkened, and he cupped his hands to the person beside him and said, "That's what the second elder taught you."

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Among the devil's religion, since Su Xiaoxian came back from the blood-stained secret realm, he has been staying in the hall of the leader and has not shown himself for several days.

And Lin Fenghuo stayed with Lin Lei to practice.

Lin Lei was in a daze. Did he have to glance at Lin Fenghuo from the corner of his eye? Even after a few days, he still couldn't believe it. When he was in Xiaoyuan Academy, Lin Fenghuo was so beautiful. It's the right one, but I didn't expect that since Lin Fenghuo walked in the blood-stained secret realm, he fell into the demon sect just like him and became a demon cultivator.

After getting along for many years, Lin Lei knew Lin Fenghuo's upright character very well, so when he saw the other party's appearance, he couldn't help being in a trance for a while, just like dreaming. (end of this chapter)