Taoyuan Mountain Village: Beginning as a Grandpa

Lang Lang!Pieces of shattered metal fell off from Bu Congfeng's hands and scattered randomly on the ground.

Bu Congfeng only felt that his whole body was losing strength rapidly, his legs had already lost the strength to support him, and he knelt down on the ground, unable to stand up.

Chen Yifan's finger had already shattered his heart, even if he had the strength to protect his heart, it was gradually dissipating.

"Why? Chen Yifan, you're just a brat, why did you destroy my Iron Fist? I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!"

Exhausting his last strength, Bu Congfeng roared crazily. Before he could continue speaking, he had just said this sentence, and he had no strength to speak anymore. His body fell to the ground completely, and there was no more A little breath of life.

The head of the Iron Fist Sect, who realized half a step of mastery before the battle, fell away.

It's just that Chen Yifan wasn't even interested in listening to his last words, and had already turned around.

The world of cultivation is full of slaughter, and there is no sympathy at all, let alone reason.

To be killed is to be killed, no matter what your identity is, where you come from, and how old you are.

If the cultivation world still ranks seniority based on age, then don't practice at all.

But the disciples of the Golden Knife Sect naturally didn't think so. Their minds were blank at the moment, looking at the bloody corpse on the ground, it was hard for them to say a word.

After an unknown period of silence, the elders of Iron Fist Sect came to their senses first, prostrated themselves on the ground, and crawled towards Chen Yifan.

"Mr. Chen, please forgive me, we don't know anything, we were all forced."

"Yes, Mr. Chen, everything is done by the sect master, no, what a bastard Bu Congfeng wants to do alone, we have never done anything."

"That's right, as long as Mr. Chen is willing to beat us, even if we become Mr. Chen's dog in the future, we will die."

At this moment, they didn't have the slightest majesty of the elders of the Iron Fist Sect. Their faces were already pale from fright, and they kept crying and crawling and begging for mercy.

There was no way, even though they were already masters, they were all human beings, and they would be afraid of death, especially when facing such a terrifying existence like Chen Yifan.

Tried one-on-one, tried formations, and even tried breakthroughs before the battle.

But all endings have only one, that is, they must lose.

To face the enemy, they have many ways, but in the face of Chen Yifan, all the ways are in the end, only despair is left.At this time on the ground, the one who yelled the most fiercely was trying to deal with Lei Jue, Chen Yifan's deputy sect master, in various ways just now.

Chen Yifan looked at these people expressionlessly, without any emotion in his heart.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, they are powerful sects of ancient martial arts, powerful masters with the strength of masters, but to Chen Yifan, they are nothing more than a group of ants.

As the mind turned, the devouring power of the blood prison exploded, and the remaining six elders had no time to guard against it. The breath and blood essence in their bodies were instantly deprived and turned into the nourishment of the blood prison.

The few people who were still crying and screaming had now turned into mummies who could not speak.

Chen Yifan would never show mercy to those who wanted to pervert their minds.

He claims that he is not a vicious person, as long as he does not come to provoke him, he will definitely not kill him, but facing these people who have already provoked him, and even want to touch his friends, death is already the best for them of choice.

A group of disciples of the Iron Fist Sect stood inside the sect, their faces were ashen, trembling all over, unable to utter a word.

Although there are many innate warriors among their disciples, but in the face of such a terrifying demon king, who casually crushes the existence of the master and elders, everyone knows that if the other party wants to kill them and run away, it is just a waste of time That's all.

"You guys, go away."

Chen Yifan glanced at them indifferently, instead of killing them, he walked towards the depths of the Iron Fist Gate alone.

These people can't feel any resentment towards themselves, and they clearly didn't participate in the last action.

It's pointless to kill them.Many disciples looked at each other and hurriedly ran down the mountain, but none of them dared to stay here.

They don't care about the inheritance of the Iron Fist Sect. At this moment, everyone just wants to leave this Shura field as soon as possible.

At this moment, the 300-year-old Iron Fist Gate has come to an end, and Chen Yifan is walking leisurely on the path of the Iron Fist Gate.

Although the black iron spar has already been obtained, since the Iron Fist Gate can last for 300 years, I am afraid that there will be many good things in the collection.

Walking along the winding path, Chen Yifan passed through one attic after another, and finally stopped in front of the shortest and most inconspicuous attic.

This is the farthest and most dilapidated building. If you don't pay attention, no one will even notice that there is such a dilapidated small building here.

But it happened to be this attic, and there was a bit of aura in it.

Then, with a muffled sound, the bluestone gate in front of the attic burst open.

Chen Yifan's spiritual thoughts poured into the attic, and all the traps and traps were sent into his mind.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really shabby. There's not even a formation in such a place for treasures?"

Chen Yifan sighed disdainfully, and walked towards the deepest part of the small attic after passing through many formations like a stroll in the garden.

If Bu Congfeng, the master of the Iron Fist Sect, was still alive, he would probably cry out for being wronged.

In order to build a special place, he invited the most professional mechanism masters and trap masters, and it took seven or eight years to arrange it here before he completed the attic.

Every year, professional experts are invited to come and maintain it to ensure that the attic can operate normally.

Whoosh!The sound of piercing through the air was continuous, and Chen Yifan just tilted his head slightly, and all the hidden arrows fell into the air.

puff!

Flames rose in all directions, and Chen Yifan's body was full of blood and energy. The bloody fox opened its mouth wide and swallowed all the flames into its belly.

Just walking forward like this, the traps around finally disappeared, and in front of him was a room surrounded by large bluestone bricks.

In the room, there are gold and silver utensils everywhere, hundreds of years old medicine, precious watches and diamonds in the world, all shining dazzlingly.

But Chen Yifan didn't pay attention to these things at all. After entering this secret room, his eyes just stared at the wall.

There, hung an ink painting.