The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 483 Deputy Pavilion Master

With the arrival of this middle-aged man, the entire space became silent.

At the foot of the mountain, all the trainees raised their heads and looked at the middle-aged man with doubts in their eyes.

They could clearly feel a very strong coercion emanating from this middle-aged man who was wearing a fine attire and standing on a sword, which made them feel an urge to worship in their hearts.

"What kind of cultivation is this person? Why can't even a trace of resistance be born in my heart?"

"It's so strong, it seems to be stronger than Wan Hufa."

"Who the hell is this? What status does he have in this blessed land of Lingshan, and he dares to come to stop Wan Xing Dharma Protector?"

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Many trainees were exclaiming in their hearts, but they did not dare to make the slightest sound, as if they were afraid of arousing the resentment of the middle-aged man in Huafu and causing unnecessary death.

Lin Yang also raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man in Huafu, his eyes froze suddenly.

'Early Golden Core.It is unimaginable that there are still Jindan experts in this spirit world,'

His heart shook.

Because this middle-aged man in Chinese clothes is a real gold elixir powerhouse who is a big realm higher than the innate realm.

Even in the world of cultivating immortals in the starry sky, Jindan immortal cultivators can be regarded as the most solid mainstay of a sect.

It never occurred to him that he could still see it in the already half-deserted space attached to the earth.

'Looking at the appearance of this middle-aged man in Chinese clothes, it seems that he is coming to save me? '

Lin Yang blinked his eyes, pinched the formula with his fingers, and chose to wait and see instead of using it. He still didn't want to use the secret method of burning potential until the most critical and dangerous moment.

At this moment, the guardian Wan Xing who was in the sky above heard the voice, and his body shook suddenly, with tangled lights in his eyes.

But after only a short breath, he took a deep breath, and instead of retracting the palm he pressed, he intensified it instead.

At this critical moment, seeing that Lin Yang was about to be beheaded, how could he easily stop, maybe, he had to give it a go.

In an instant, the volley fell down, and the terrifying palm print, which was only five meters away from Lin Yang, accelerated suddenly, and with a tumbling hurricane, it appeared directly three meters above Lin Yang's head.

Under the gigantic palm print, Lin Yang was as small as an ant, which was crushed lightly and was about to be crushed to death.

Immediately, Lin Yang's breathing was stagnant, and his head was dripping with cold sweat. The fingers holding the Dao Jue, the knuckles turned white, it could be seen that the tension in his heart was about to arouse the Dao Jue.

"Guardian Wan, you are bold."

The middle-aged man in Chinese clothes who had just stood still saw this scene, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he snorted coldly.

Without the slightest hesitation, he directly raised his palm, and towards the jade palm print that was covering Lin Yang's head, he grabbed it in the air and squeezed it hard.

boom!
From Lin Yang's point of view, the huge palm print that needs to be stimulated to be able to compete with the secret method, in the eyes of the practitioners at the foot of the mountain, the huge palm print that cannot be competed at all, just collapsed directly under the grasp of the middle-aged man in Huafu, turning into A trace of heaven and earth spiritual energy re-dispersed into the air and disappeared.

When such a scene fell into the eyes of the trainees down the mountain, all of them were shocked, and their eyes widened, revealing expressions of disbelief.

In their feeling, the palm print of Wan Xing Dharma Protector is boundless in power and cannot be resisted at all.

However, it never occurred to me that the middle-aged man in the Chinese clothes grasped it lightly, as if the clouds were calm and the wind was light, and he would shatter the palm print. How terrifying would it take to be able to do this?

If the Wan surname protector is an innate realm, then this middle-aged man in Chinese clothes, at the very least, must be above innate.

"hiss!"

Many trainees gasped. When they looked at each other subconsciously, they saw the deep shock in each other's eyes.

At this moment, Lin Yang let out a long breath of foul air, and the tension in his heart slowly dissipated.

Just now, he almost couldn't hold back and directly activated the secret method.

And in his body, the conversion of spiritual power has reached 1%, and in one minute, it will be completely converted, and he will become an innate powerhouse again. By then, he will be able to protect himself in this spiritual world.

"Chang Qingfeng, Deputy Pavilion Master, what do you mean? Why do you want to stop me from beheading a mere tester? Do you want to rebel against the Pavilion Master?"

Seeing the collapse of the palm print, the protector surnamed Wan's face turned livid. He suddenly turned his head and glared at the middle-aged man in Chinese clothes who was stepping on the flying sword.

It is unimaginable for him to question the Jindan expert with his innate cultivation.

"Guardian of Wanwu Mountain, pay attention to your words, otherwise, I will punish you for committing the above crime, even if it is the pavilion master, he will have nothing to say."

Chang Qingfeng blinked, his gaze fell on Wan Wushan, and he said coldly.

As soon as the words were finished, a terrifying spiritual pressure emanated from Chang Qingfeng's body, directly crushing Wanwu Mountain.

Immediately, Wan Wushan's face turned red, his body trembled, and the veins on his forehead protruded like earthworms.

"Chang Qingfeng, are you going to kill me?"

He raised his head suddenly, his eyes were crazy, and he asked loudly.

He is the confidant of the Pavilion Master of the Zhenxing Pavilion, and he does not believe that Chang Qingfeng dared to risk offending the Pavilion Master and making the Pavilion Master angry, and beheaded him here.

"Of course I won't kill you, but if you insist on going your own way and still want to attack this young man, then the Pavilion Master will have nothing to say about beheading you, and even thank me."

Chang Qingfeng said with a sneer.

However, he didn't make things too difficult for Wan Wushan. With a wave of his sleeve, he directly dissipated the spiritual pressure covering Wan Wushan's body.

"What do you mean by that? This young man is only a tester in the secular world, not a person in the spiritual world. Even if he is killed, it will not hurt. Does he have any background?"

Wan Wushan's heart trembled suddenly, and he felt that there was something in Chang Qingfeng's words.

"Background is not background, I don't know, but I came to take away this young man under the order of the Star Lord. From then on, he has the same identity as you, and both are guardians of Zhenxing Pavilion. If you still want to do something to him , then, you are going against the will of the star master, even the pavilion master, I am afraid that he would not dare to protect you, right?"

Chang Qingfeng said lightly.

"What? Star Lord's order?"

Hearing this, Wan Wushan was stunned, with great shock in his eyes. He never expected that in the spiritual world, the star master who has been in seclusion all year round and doesn't care about world affairs, would actually issue an order.

Moreover, this order still allows a secular world practitioner to directly become the guardian of Zhenxing Pavilion.

Don't say that he has never seen such a thing in Wanwu Mountain, it is probably that it has never happened since the formation of the spirit world.

Could it be that the boy who is making a breakthrough on the top of the mountain below has a great relationship with the star master who sees the dragon and sees the end?
"Since it is the order of the star master, Wan has nothing to say, so I will leave."

After the thoughts in his mind changed sharply, Wan Wushan clenched his fists casually towards Chang Qingfeng, snorted coldly, turned around, and walked away.

Chang Qingfeng stepped on the flying sword and looked at Wan Wushan's leaving back, his eyes slightly narrowed, and the light in them flickered on and off.

But at this moment, on the top of the mountain below, suddenly, an unusually surging aura suddenly spread out, shaking the heavens and the earth.

(End of this chapter)