Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 1281
Others on the field were also dumbfounded, seeing the Yuanying of Taoist Cangsong, the elder of Shushan, being taken away by the human emperor talisman.

San Mao Zhenjun's sword turned into three rays of mysterious light, and returned to Long Fei's ring together with the Human Emperor Talisman.

There are over a thousand disciples in Shushan, and no one dares to stand up at this moment.

Someone said to himself, "Is this kid a disciple of the Maoshan sect?"

"How could he know Maoshan Sword Formation?"

"Could it be the illegitimate son of an elder of the Maoshan sect?"

"..."

All the discussions on the field turned their attention to the direction of the Maoshan faction.

The Maoshan faction felt aggrieved, not to mention that the magic weapon was taken away by others, and now even the method has been learned by others.

From ancient times to the present, it is a big taboo to reveal the methods of this sect.

Every sect relies on this method to walk the rivers and lakes. If others learn it, won't it break the foundation of the Maoshan sect?
Wang Xiaoya and the others don't care what method Long Fei uses, as long as they win, they will be happy.

Only Chu Feng knows that Long Fei learned the method of Maoshan in the cliff carvings of Penglai Island.

At the beginning, Taoism in the outside world was equally prosperous, and it came from the same line as the Taoism in this world.

In addition to the heirloom secrets of the Mao family, the successor of the Maoshan school, it is nothing to know a little about the Maoshan sword formation.

Long Fei heard it in his ears, with a smirk in his eyes.

The water was already muddy, and he wasn't afraid to get muddy any more, so he sipped softly at the Maoshan faction, "Listen, disciples of Maoshan, I have some connections with your ancestors, and I won't make things difficult for you today. You all back down, so as not to suffer unreasonable disasters."

There was an uproar on the court, but Long Fei didn't expect to admit it.

The Maoshan faction vomited blood, looking as if they wanted to skin Long Fei and cramped.

This is obviously nonsense, if Long Fei really has a relationship with the master of the Maoshan School.

Nor would they kill the Nanshan Taoist, Beilu Taoist, and Patriarch Baihe in Maoshan.

Everyone originally saw that his time was short and he was severely injured, so they came here to take advantage of it.

Now I didn't take advantage of it, but I saw him fighting harder and harder.

Someone couldn't help but yelled, "Demon, don't slander our Maoshan faction with your mouth here. I, Maoshan, are incompatible with you, a demon, and have nothing to do with it."

"The devil is looking for death, and he dares to spread rumors and make trouble at this time. Where is I, Wudang Taoist Huoju, let us out immediately."

The Wudang disciples followed suit.

Long Fei stared at him and said with a smile, "Wudang sect? Come on, I have a relationship with your ancestors. Your Taoist Huoju has agreed to be my mount and follow the traces of Wudang ancestors with me. You Those who are sensible should step back, everyone, don't accidentally hurt your own people."

"Your sister!"

The Wudang sect members cursed out of frustration, thinking that this kid is a bullshit plaster, and anyone who sees him will post it.

Long Fei took out his handkerchief, covered his mouth and coughed dryly twice, and said to the enemy in front with a weak face, "Who else wants to kill me, hurry up. My great injury is about to break out, so if you delay You won't see me anymore."

The [-] to [-] enemies in front looked at each other, seriously doubting the water in his words.

This has been going on for a long time, and I haven't seen him weak.

Someone scolded, "This kid is deliberately digging a hole, trying to lure experts into the game! Everyone, don't believe his nonsense, or wait for the opportunity to settle accounts with him."

"That's right. When we return to the Great Xia Kingdom, there will be plenty of opportunities. If he doesn't suffer from the Dao injury for a day, it won't last forever. When he develops the disease, it will be the time for him to die."

"..."

There was a lot of discussion among a group of people, but no one dared to stand up.

A Shushan disciple shouted depressedly at the elder Zhang Kun of Longhushan, "Senior, you were the one who encouraged my elders to go out to fight. My patriarch is in trouble, why don't you go out and help?"

"Yes, senior. Isn't it too inhumane for you to watch the fire from the other side like this?"

"Senior, you have the highest seniority here. The devil is fierce and arrogant, why don't you join the battle?"

"Senior, we believe in you, you will definitely be able to kill this demon!"

"..."

The Shushan disciple teased Zhang Kun with words, spraying Zhang Kun's old face red.

He wanted to help just now, but before he could do anything, Taoist Cangsong was already surrounded by the three-talented sword array.

If he goes out again, he will kill himself.

The disciples of Longhushan stared at Zhang Kun one after another, and felt that the elder was a bit ashamed in his heart.

Zhang Kun had no choice but to think that with the Demon God Shuttle in his hand, he could escape even if he couldn't beat Long Fei.

He made up his mind, stood up immediately, faced Long Fei and shouted, "Devil, you have formed a deep blood feud with our major sects, and you will surely die today. I don't want to take advantage of you, so just say it, and you still have to fight!" Can we fight?"

"Barely can still fight!"

Long Fei still said the same thing, his expression was weak, but his eyes stared at Zhang Kun as if he was staring at prey.

Behind him, there are twelve witch god flags floating.

The Demon God Banner Spirit inside really wants to jump out and eat people at any time.

The monks around him vomited blood, secretly thinking that this kid is definitely a trap, how many times has he forced this?

Zhang Kun was a little guilty. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that victory or defeat was no longer at this moment.

Sooner or later, Long Fei's injury on the Great Dao will strike, he can't afford to take risks at this time.

He stared at Long Fei with his neck up, holding his back with one hand, looking like everyone else, and shouted loudly, "Devil, our Longhu Mountain is not a bully. Since you are sick, this old man will not fight with you." Care about it. After your injury on the Great Dao is healed, the old man will come and kill you with his own hands!"

After he finished speaking, he turned back to the team with a righteous face.

There was a lot of booing around, not daring to be monks from the Great Xia Kingdom, or monks from other regions, all laughed mockingly.

Someone laughed and shouted, "Is Longhu Mountain like this?"

"If you don't dare, don't dare, why pretend to be forceful!"

"Senior Zhang Kun, are you scared?"

"..."

The disciple of Longhushan covered his face, seeing the elder like this, he had no face to stay here any longer.

They withdrew from the battlefield one after another and made way for the road.

After Longhushan took the lead, the major second-rate sects immediately scattered and retreated.

The big sects were afraid to withdraw, they might be swallowed by the demon god anytime they stayed here.

Those who wanted to take advantage, those who took advantage of the fire, and those who watched the excitement left one after another.

Twenty to thirty thousand people, most of them left at once.

The foreign monks still have the ability to fight, and they really don't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

If Long Fei is allowed to leave here, it will be difficult for them to kill Long Fei next time.

The godless old man Kua Fuyan, holding a peach stick, stared at Long Fei with fire in his eyes.

He didn't kill Long Fei on the mountain, he wanted to kill Long Fei together with Taoist Jianmu of Shushan and Fuchenzi of Kunlun.

As a result, Taoist Jianmu was killed by Long Fei, and Fuchenzi ended up with a broken body.

Right now he is the only one who can fight, but Long Fei has so many secret treasures, and his morale is high by killing two masters of the Aperture Realm in a row. It is obviously a bit inopportune for him to go out to fight now.

A group of people thought for a long time, and retreated unconvinced.

Twenty or thirty thousand people came here, but not a single person was killed.

The war reporters from the major newspapers in the Great Xia Kingdom were obviously insane, and quickly sent back the situation on the field with the sound transmission stone.

Before Long Fei returned to the Great Xia Kingdom, his name had already spread throughout the land of Kyushu.

　Chapter 2, continue.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)