A mortal asks the heavens: I want to become an immortal

At this time, Qingfeng looked at the falling sparks and stretched out a hand. He quickly caught all the sparks in his palm. Then he clenched his palm and all the sparks were annihilated and turned into little flames that fell from his fingertips.

The two people saw this scene and opened their mouths wide, looking astonished. Seeing that Qingfeng's cultivation was not very high, they didn't know why he was so powerful that he could catch the flowers with his bare hands.

You know, these sparks seem weak, but they can even burn through magic weapons. How could they know that Qingfeng relied on the effect of the Tiancan gloves?

At this moment, the man holding the axe couldn't help but sigh: "Fellow Daoist, you are very capable. It is a great fate to meet you today. I am Zhang Feng, the Overlord of Gaishan Mountain."

Hearing his name, the man with the gun said without hesitation: "Please give me face. People say that the magic gun is invincible to the dragon."

Qingfeng saw the two of them so free and easy, and clasped his fists to them and said: "Qingfeng, meet you two fellow Daoists."

The three of them smiled at each other and were about to say something when the sky suddenly shook and a palace appeared above their heads.

The three of them were shocked and realized that this was the real place where the phoenix practiced.

The three of them jumped up and came to the mid-air. At this moment, there was no ban on the mountain.

They stood together and saw that the palace gradually solidified and finally became a real existence. They saw that the palace was extremely majestic. On the huge plaque of the palace were written three big characters... Fengming Palace.

As soon as everyone finished reading these words, the door of the palace slowly opened by itself, but there was a thin layer of mist in the palace, and they couldn't see in at all.

At this time, more people jumped onto the Phoenix Nest. After seeing this scene, they were all very excited.

The three looked at each other, and without hesitation, they flew directly into the gate.

As soon as they entered the palace, the three immediately found that the fog in the hall had dissipated. In the empty hall, there was only a huge golden chair at the end, on which a nine-headed phoenix was carved.

There was nothing else here, but you could see that there were many corridors on both sides of the hall, and you didn't know where they led.

"Take care, both of you. Everyone came here for their own chance. I hope you can have good luck." After Zhang Feng finished speaking, he chose a corridor and left quickly.

Yu Long nodded to Qingfeng and said, "If we are destined to meet, we will definitely drink a few cups together."

After speaking, he also left. Qingfeng didn't want the two to be so generous. You know, even he didn't see how high their cultivation was. I think they had already formed a golden elixir. It was really rare for such people to be so humble. This is how the immortal gate is. Everyone gives me face and I give you inside.

As the saying goes, more friends mean more paths, and you will naturally become familiar with each other when you meet in the future.

At this time, another person entered the hall. Qingfeng did not think about it anymore, and he also acted quickly. After all, when there were more people, the good things would be divided up.

He still understood the principle of striking first, but he couldn't help himself when he saw the nine-headed phoenix chair. He saw that he moved his mind, and the mother-and-child blade was unsheathed, and the golden chair was cut off in an instant.

He didn't have time to watch, and was thrown directly into the stone jar and wood room.

Then he chose a corridor and walked in.

There were three small doors in the corridor, all of which were sealed. Qingfeng chose one and began to use the mysterious skill to break the ban.

This ban was complicated. Qingfeng tried for a while but it didn't work. Seeing that people kept coming, he was anxious and immediately pulled out a big stick. With the strength of hundreds of thousands of pounds, he hit it with a stick.

There was a bang, as if the whole hall trembled, Qingfeng's eyes lit up, and the door opened.

Qingfeng jumped in quickly. The room was not big, only about 70 to 80 meters in radius. There was a three-legged tripod about 10 meters high in the room, and nothing else.

Qingfeng walked over and opened the lid of the tripod. Instantly, a thick smell of wine floated out. Qingfeng looked into the tripod and found that it was a pot of fine wine.

The wine was slightly sticky and transparent. A layer of fruits was spread on the bottom of the tripod. The fruits were red, green, yellow, and white, and they were all in different shapes.

It turned out that this was a pot of fine wine brewed from hundreds of fruits.

Qingfeng took it out and opened his mouth to suck it. He immediately took a small sip. He felt a sense of ecstasy when the wine entered his mouth. Good wine is really good wine. m.

Just this sip, Qingfeng felt that his bottleneck was a little loose.

With this thought, Qingfeng quickly covered the lid, sealed it with a layer, and carefully placed it in the wooden room of the stone jar.

When he came out of the room, he found that several people had already come into the corridor, and several other rooms were opened one after another, and some people were walking out with a smile on their faces.

Qingfeng sighed that he was still too slow. When he came back to the hall, someone suddenly shouted: "It's this thing, it's this thing"

Everyone looked and saw that the man was holding a magical grass that was unknown how many years old.

Seeing his happy look, everyone was envious and jealous.

With a "puff", a sword pierced through his chest. The cultivator who was holding the magical grass in his hand slowly lowered his head and looked at the bloody sword in disbelief.

Before he could think about it, a man walked out from behind him and snatched the magical grass.

The man laughed and said, "You want to get involved with this thing with your character. It's really a fantasy. You'd better die."

As he spoke, he drew out his sword, and bright red blood dripped all over the floor.

"Evil and perverse, this man slaughtered our cultivators in broad daylight, killing people and stealing treasures. Everyone, quickly kill this beast and avenge our fellow Taoists."

At this moment, when someone shouted, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense.

The man snorted coldly, shouted "Who dares to stop me?", and wanted to escape, but how could so many cultivators let him do what he wanted? Since ancient times, treasures have been known to those who are destined. If you do it secretly and don't let others find out, naturally no one will pursue it.

But killing people and stealing treasures so blatantly in broad daylight is a huge taboo, which is unacceptable to cultivators all over the world.

At this time, everyone reacted, and they all sacrificed their magic weapons and fought against the man. The man's cultivation was so good that he actually fought against everyone with his own strength.

However, everyone was in large numbers and masters were like clouds. The man retreated after fighting for a while.

At this moment, the man had come to Qingfeng in a blink of an eye. Seeing this scene, if Qingfeng did not take action, he would inevitably be looked down upon.

As the saying goes, gossip can melt gold, Qingfeng had to take action no matter what, and this man was indeed cruel and brutal. If he let him go, it would really become a shame for the entire cultivation world.

With this thought in mind, Qingfeng immediately struck out with a palm, and the man felt the palm force coming from behind him, and immediately turned around and slashed at Qingfeng with a knife.