One sword cuts through the nine heavens

At the bottom of the Tongtian Hall, there is an ancient Buddha that is six feet high. This ancient Buddha's body is as if it were made of gold. The top of his head is extremely bald, but there is a circle of short hair on the back of his head, like a precious light, and his eyebrows are quite ancient. , wearing a hundred-year-old robe and barefoot mango shoes, was meditating.

It's just that this ancient Buddha, although his aura is deep and closely echoes the vitality tide of the heaven and earth, giving birth to the vast Buddha's mind, just like the ancient Western Buddha's real body, there is no life at all.

Under the body of the ancient Buddha is a hideous and terrifying mass of flesh, covered with tumors, with hundreds of eyes, no mouth and no nose, and more than a dozen tangled fleshy arms, dancing wildly and constantly emitting haloes of ten colors, layer by layer, Wave after wave, it seems that it wants to overturn the ancient Buddha sitting astride it.

Wang Chong only glanced at it, and he felt that his whole body was filled with true energy, which turned into real fire and burned the sky, trying to turn him into ashes.

Wang Chong was horrified. This was a sign of being possessed by a demon and arousing internal fire. It was the most feared ordeal for practitioners. Even if his cultivation was ten times higher, if such a sign appeared, he would have no choice but to wait for death.

Together with the internal fire, a body's cultivation is the most powerful fire oil, which can burn the practitioner's soul, soul, body, and even the past and future to ashes, leaving no trace of their existence in the world.

At this critical moment, a enchanting figure of Pingting appeared, waving her slender hands, and endless clouds of mist evaporated. Even with the help of the poisonous dragon's eyes, Wang Chong could no longer see anything.

At the same time, a chill suddenly occurred in his body, and the internal fire was dissipated by a strange force.

Poison Dragon laughed, and seemed not to be bothered by the appearance of Pingting's enchanting figure, and shouted: "That meatball is Hongye!"

Wang Chong gasped, feeling his whole body trembling slightly, and asked, "But Daohua?"

The scene in front of me is really amazing!

Wang Chongdu forgot to be cautious, forgot that he "shouldn't know" Daohua, and blurted out a question that already had an answer.

Daohua!

It is the most terrifying disaster for practitioners and the one they least want to face, ranking it with the devil.

The way of heaven is selfless and has no thoughts. It does not take pleasure in things, generates no compassion, and has no anger.

The cultivation of living beings, regardless of whether they are Taoists or Demons, is ultimately all about stealing the power of Heaven for one's own use.

The power of the way of heaven is infinite, and there is no obsession with living beings. It has no reaction to sentient beings stealing the way. But how can the power of the way of heaven be stolen?

As long as one is lost, he will be assimilated by the way of heaven and become like the way of heaven, selfless and without thoughts, without desires and demands, and even without birth and death, without coming and going.

Poison Dragon chuckled lightly and said, "That's right! It's Daohua."

"Hongye wanted to cultivate Taiyi's immortal body, but he fell short. His body lost control and turned into a Taoist evil!"

"He used his last bit of mana to turn his soul into a counterweight, suppressing Zao Luan's physical body... This is what it looks like now."

Wang Chong felt a chill in his heart, and then he realized that the ancient Buddha was the soul of Hong Ye, and the monster flesh ball suppressed by the ancient Buddha was the body of the great uncle who had practiced Taoism for hundreds of years.

Poison Dragon laughed a few times and said: "It's a pity that Fairy Yuxiao took action and prevented me from peeking. Otherwise, I can show you what our ancestor looks like, which is a thousand times more terrifying than Hongye."

Wang Chong was so excited that he shuddered and even forgot to ask who Fairy Yuxiao was and why she had such magical power.

Poison Dragon's voice suddenly became high-pitched, and he said calmly: "Practice is an extremely dangerous thing. Once the practice is out of control, there will be unpredictable consequences. Like Hongye, the body turns into a Taoist evil, and you can only use Yuan. God’s suppression is still a good result, and there is still a glimmer of hope for recovery! Some people even lose control of their souls, and that is the point of no return.”

"You now know why Tieli passed the position of headmaster to your master, right?"

Wang Chong couldn't help but ask: "Where is Second Master Sunflower? Is there a big problem with his practice?"

The poisonous dragon chuckled, and the strange beast guarding the mountain murmured: "If it weren't for the fault of cultivation, why would it be necessary to undergo three lives of calamity? It's just that we don't know when we will be able to get rid of the calamity and return to our original form!"

Wang Chong looked at Ai Ai for a long time before calling out: "Second Junior Uncle Kuihua, has he passed the tribulation now?"

Poison Dragon snorted, became lazy again, and did not answer him. After a long time, he said calmly: "Compared with all the disasters in practice, you are just presiding over the three-line sword fight, so what does it mean? Don't nag. Nao, just like a girl, just go and face it!"

Wang Chong also wanted to digest what he had just learned. He was expelled by the poisonous dragon. He turned around and left without saying a word. When he was about to approach the Tongtian Hall, he suddenly felt a chill all over his body.

A strange eye split open in the sea of ​​consciousness, and nothingness emerged, shining with strange light, staring at the center of the sea of ​​consciousness, Wang Chong's self-awareness.

"Oops! It's Uncle Hongye's out-of-control Taoist body! Why did it target me?"

How could Wang Chong have the ability to resist such strange evil?

Just as he was preparing, regardless of whether it was useful or not, he would try his best first, when a slender hand came out of the air and squeezed out the strange eye.

Only then did Wang Chong get excited again, returned to normal, quickened his pace, and ran away, thinking in his heart: "I will never approach Tongtian Hall again."

Only then did he understand why disciples below the third generation were not allowed to approach Tongtian Hall.

Because people cannot know that the two generations of ancestors Tieli and Hongye were suppressed here, and they were also afraid that these disciples would be corrupted by evil spirits.

Once eroded by Dao Evil, even those in the Yang Zhen realm will inevitably have their bodies collapse and their souls will be shaken. Moreover, there are no people below the third generation of the Poison Dragon Temple who are above the Golden Core realm.

Wang Chong looked back and saw Pan Heng on the east mountain wall, like a poisonous dragon like a god and demon, and he suddenly felt confused in his heart.

"Why is it telling me these things? I am afraid that the eight disciples of my uncle Hongye and the two direct disciples of my second uncle Kuihua may not know the truth!"

"And...he just called him an iron plow! He didn't seem to be respectful at all."

Wang Chong couldn't understand and didn't dare to think about it in detail.

He returned to the foot of the west mountain wall, but did not go back to his cave. He used Qinggong to climb all the way. It took him half an hour to climb to the highest point with the help of the Spirit Vulture's bone-splitting claws and the Spirit Leopard's Eighteen Turns.

Tianyinzi's cave is at the highest point of the west mountain wall.

As the first disciple of Hongye, he is also the senior brother of all the three generations of disciples of the Poison Dragon Temple. He is proud of his status and is different from others. He chose the highest place, and he also means to look down upon the others.

Wang Chong arrived in front of Tianyinzi's cave and shouted: "Tang Jingyu is here to pay a visit to senior brother. Please hurry up."

After a while, a young monk came out and introduced Wang Chong in respectfully.

Dulong Temple cultivates both Buddhism and Taoism. Some of his disciples dress up as Buddhist disciples, some as Taoists, and some as laymen. Tianyinzi studied under Zen Master Hongye. He dresses as a monk himself, and his disciples are all novice monks.

Tianyinzi's cave is more than ten times larger than Wang Chong's residence. Although the west mountain wall is occupied by three generations of disciples, there are thirty or forty juniors in Tianyinzi's cave to serve him and live in a luxurious place. It is completely incomparable to the wealth and honor in the world.

This is not Tianyinzi's intention, it is also the common practice in Dulong Temple.

Even Wang Chong brought Shang Wenli and Hu Suer, who were from Yanbei, to live together, not to mention Tianyinzi, the third-generation chief disciple.

Tianyinzi happened to give a sermon to his disciples, and not long after they left, there were still a few disciples who had not left. They were chatting with the master in order to get closer. When they saw Wang Chong, the faces of these fourth-generation disciples were revealed without any concealment. An arrogant look.

Especially Liu Fei, who deliberately made things difficult for him several times, but was resolved by Wang Chong.

If he hadn't lost face by arguing in front of his master at this moment, he would have given Wang Chong a good look.

Wang Chong also ignored these fourth-generation disciples. He cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Senior Brother! You asked me to preside over the three-line sword fight. How can I do this when I am alone?"

Although Tianyinzi was dressed in Buddhist attire, he had long hair that was draped around his shoulders. He looked like a Buddha. His face was as white as jade. If he wasn't dressed in a nondescript manner, he would look more like a scholar studying.

Tianyinzi said with a smile: "We old guys have to practice, so how can we have the time to take care of such mundane affairs? Junior brother, you are just here. If you don't like the lack of manpower, you can choose from my disciples."

Wang Chong smiled and said: "In that case, I won't be picky. Let me use all the nephews in the cave today."

Tianyinzi cheered up and shouted: "You guys, from today on, you must obey the orders of my junior uncle. If you dare to neglect, I will break your legs and drive you out of the house."

Wang Chong also smiled and said: "Where is the need for such severe punishment? If the younger brother accuses a few crooked accusations, even if the senior brothers have many descendants, they will be wiped out. If they are really slacking off, it is better to let them punish them in front of the senior brothers. How about three glasses of wine?"

Wang Chong knew that Tianyinzi would never punish his disciples, and even if he complained, it would be useless, so he made it clear directly, half jokingly, half playfully.

Tianyinzi laughed and said, "Junior brother is actually a loyal person."

Wang Chong did not come here for the Three Meridians Sword Fighting, so he exchanged a few words and then casually changed the subject and asked: "I have been coming to Dulong Temple for a long time and have always wanted to meet the master. I just came here for the first time. I don't know. There are rules, so I have never dared to take the risk. Senior brother, can you help me make an introduction?"

Tianyinzi pondered slightly and said: "Now the master is in seclusion, practicing hard in this temple's great method. I only met the master once the year before last, and now it is difficult to see his face! I'm afraid I need a teacher to practice the great method, and the day he will be successful , in order to attract Junior Brother to pay homage!"

Wang Chong pretended to be curious and asked: "I wonder what kind of magic my uncle practices?"

Tianyin chuckled and said: "In our sect, we practice Buddhism and Taoism. Our ancestor created four great methods: one is called "The Great Sumeru Victory Buddha King Sutra"! The second one is called "The Heaven-Destroying Demon Sword Sutra"! The third one is called "Tian Fu Shu"! The fourth one is called "Zhou Tian Dao Seal". All of them can cultivate supreme supernatural powers."

"The Seven-Two Refining Technique you practice is one of the three introductory mental techniques of our lineage. In the future, you can transfer it to the Heavenly Talisman Book and the Zhoutian Dao Seal! This technique is step-by-step, and each realm has corresponding skills. Although the technique is not as brave and vigorous as the Great Sumeru Buddha King Sutra, nor is it as invincible as the Heaven-Destroying Demon Sword Sutra, it is the gentlest and has few bottlenecks."

"My teacher Hongye practices the Great Sumeru Supreme Buddha King Sutra. In order to break through to the Taiyi realm and refine the indestructible true body of the Great Sumeru Supreme Buddha King, I practiced in seclusion for more than a hundred years before I could succeed. So you can’t see it.”

"Master uncle's realm is so wonderful!"

Wang Chong praised in agreement. Suddenly, he felt a creepy feeling, and his heart was chilled. He sneered and asked again: "Senior Brother! I also want to ask, what kind of magic does the second junior uncle practice?"

Tianyinzi said impatiently: "Second Master Uncle practices the Heaven-Slaying Demon Sword Sutra."

Wang Chong didn't ask any more questions, immediately stood up and left, taking several of Tianyinzi's disciples with him.

After he left Tianyinzi's cave, he said: "I have little virtue and low cultivation now, so I will leave this matter to you. I will put on a good show then, so that everyone's faces will look better."

Wang Chong didn't wait for these people to answer, and walked away. He originally wanted to take up the topic of three-line sword fighting and asked Tianyinzi about his sect. How could he really care about the sect's competition?

Among these disciples, who is high or low in cultivation, who has numerous victories and defeats, what does that have to do with Wang Chong?

Liu Fei shook his folding fan and couldn't help but sneer, and said in a bad tone: "You really think you are my elders! How dare you pair up with me and boss me around?"

Someone next to him interjected: "If it weren't for the teacher's fate, who would care about him as a child. This time in the three-line sword fight, we should let a few juniors pick him and make him lose face. We don't pick high-level people either. Yes, just a few juniors who are practicing qi..."

These people have nothing good to say when they talk together.

Wang Chong has gone far away a long time ago. Even if he stays and hears these words, he will not argue with these people.

Now that he had to learn the Mahayana method with great difficulty and had to practice hard every day, how could he have the time to fight with others?

Even if these people can speak quickly, ten years later, you look at them again, twenty years later, you look at them again, fifty years later, you look at them again...

Some people are still ineffective, and some people... I'm afraid they have turned into a cup of loess long ago, and they really can't be seen anymore.

Wang Chong returned to the cave, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart, thinking secretly: "The Taoism of the Poison Dragon Temple seems to be a bit strange, how come two generations of ancestors have problems?"

"Ancestor Tieli, Zen Master Hongye, and even Taoist Sunflower... all ended badly."

Wang Chong made Lingling shiver, and it was fortunate that he was born in a demon sect.

There are countless people in the Demon Sect who have gone awry in their practice and suffered miserable consequences. He is well-informed, so the young man quickly calmed down and thought to himself: "Even if the Taoism of the Poison Dragon Temple lineage is a bit strange, it is still better than the Demon Sect." Okay! Even if I can gain the respect of the senior elders of the Demon Ji sect in the Demon Ji Canon and practice the most profound Heavenly Demon Ten Thousand Transformations Xuan Bian Sutra, it may not be much better."

Tianxin Guanyuan comes from Moji Sect, so even though it is a side sect of Tianmo, it also has its true teachings.

The Moji Sect is the largest sect of the Demon Sect. There are branches from the Moji Sect, and there are countless sects, side sects, and heretics. However, most of them have come and gone. After being passed down for several generations, all the sects have died.

The Moji Sect holds the Moji Sect's Moji Canon every twenty years. All the special sects, side branches, and heretic disciples from the Moji Sect are eligible to participate. Those who show off their ethics will have the opportunity to be selected into the sect by the elders of the Moji Sect. Participate in the superior Dharma of Moji Sect.

"The Sutra of All Transformations of Heavenly Demons" is the supreme classic of the Demonic Sect!

This magical scripture is all-encompassing and vast, divided into three volumes: upper, middle and lower.

The first volume is "Xuanxuan Heavenly Book·Seventy-three Volumes", the middle volume is "Zi Mansion Secret Book·One Hundred and Seven Volumes", and the second volume is "Xingjun Divine Book·Two Hundred and Eighty-three Volumes".

The Five Senses Demonic Scroll that Wang Chong learned, the Heavenly Snake King's Scripture, and the Crow's Nerve which recorded the Nine Crows' Nightmare magic, were all derived from the Heavenly Demon's Mysterious Transformation Sutra.

It's just that all the superior magics are mastered by Moji's main sect, and the magic learned by other sects, side sects, and heretics are all middle and lower magics.

For example, the Heavenly Serpent King Sutra and the Nine Crows Nightmare Divine Technique are both listed in the Star Lord's Divine Book, and are the lowest techniques.

Practicing the Mysterious Transformation Sutra of Heavenly Demons, every step of the way is in crisis. It is a lucky thing that one of ten people can survive. The tragic death of Lieku will only be several times worse than that of the Dulong Temple lineage.

Wang Chongruo was not born in the Demon Sect, and knew all the cruelties of the Demon Sect's cultivation. He had been deeply influenced by it for a long time. He was just an ordinary young man seeking Tao. He knew the lineage of Dulong Temple, and the practice of two generations of three ancestors went astray. The transformation of Taoism has disappeared, and the trace of it has disappeared...

At this time, my mind had already collapsed and I had no intention of practicing.

His mind was strong, and he put aside all negative emotions after just concentrating for a moment, and still began to practice the boxing techniques taught by Ling Suer.

As far as he is concerned, the lineage of Poison Dragon Temple, at least until the Yang Zhen realm, has no problem. It will take at least hundreds of years to cultivate the Yang Zhen realm. What is the value of panic in a big crisis hundreds of years later?

In the realm of qi refining, one only needs to refine the eight extraordinary meridians and the twelve main meridians.

The embryonic realm is divided into four levels.

The fetal element is also innate, and the innate element is also fetal element!

But strictly speaking, it should be called Wu entering Xiantian and Dao entering Feiyuan!

The four innate realms of the Wu family are: Chuguan, Ruwei, Huayi, and Jishen!

The four realms of Tao entering the womb essence are: holding the essence, keeping the truth, observing the appearance, and breaking the illusion!

The vitality of heaven and earth is everywhere, just like the vast ocean, with its tides rising and falling. The reason why the realm of fetal origin is called fetal origin is because the vitality that can breath the heaven and earth.

When a warrior enters this realm, true energy is still true energy. Although he can sense the vitality of heaven and earth, there is always a barrier and he cannot truly absorb the vitality of heaven and earth and use it for his own use. He can only transform the true energy and turn it into innate true energy.

The innate true energy of the Wu family does not enter the ninth level and the thirty-sixth level. Like the true energy cultivated by the Tianxin Contemplation Method, it is also a miscellaneous energy outside the level!

Practitioners of the Taoist and Demonic families start with the superior mental method. The ray of true energy at the beginning of the Qi refining is just like the innate Qi of the Wu family. This is also where Xuanmen is better than the Wu family. It is like a chasm or a vast ocean. It is true and cannot be overstepped.

For example, the Yuanyang True Qi cultivated by Wang Chong is the highest grade of the seventh level and is listed as the number of Taiyi Yuanzhen; although the Seventy-two Form Refining True Qi is not as good as the Yuanyang True Qi, it is also the first of the sixth level, ranking - - Yin and Yang Yuanjing.

The Wu family's true energy is separated from the vitality of heaven and earth. Even if you step into the innate world, you cannot draw the vitality of heaven and earth for your own use.

At the same time, it also avoids a kind of crisis and will not be assimilated by the vitality of heaven and earth.

Tao enters the womb!

The true energy of oneself and the vitality of heaven and earth are in contact, transformation, agitation, and penetration all the time...

The higher the quality of Taoist Qi, the more consistent it is with the vitality of heaven and earth. If you cannot keep your own Qi, once it is assimilated by the vitality of heaven and earth, your cultivation will be ruined.

Therefore, the first level of the fetal element realm is - Bao Yuan!

Although each boxing technique of the Twelve Beast Shape Jue has the effect of tempering the muscles and bones, cleansing the marrow and changing the tendons, the fundamental essence is to condense the seventy-two form-refining true energy.

Only when the true energy is condensed and incomparable can it not be shaken by the vitality of heaven and earth.

Wang Chongnai was a very smart man, so although he diligently practiced each of the six boxing techniques taught by Ling Suer, he did not do so evenly. He spent more than 80% of his energy on the White Snake Tuxin Palm.

As the saying goes: A thousand tricks are not as good as one!

It is not necessary to practice all the Twelve Beast Form Techniques in order to advance to the next level. For Wang Chong, he can specialize in one technique first, make a breakthrough, and then practice other boxing techniques from a high position, which will definitely have the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort.

Wang Chong flipped his palms, and there was already a faint white snake-like true energy hovering between his palms. Although it was not as good as Ling Suer's, the white energy was like smoke, wrapped around his body like electricity, and he was as flexible as arms and fingers. But it's also quite mysterious.

Yan Bei and Shang Wenli are actually almost forty years apart in age. However, due to changes of chance, they are now as if they have known each other for many years.

Although the two of them had watched Wang Chong practice boxing countless times, they had no other thoughts except envy.

Yan Beiren withdrew his gaze and suddenly asked: "How is Senior Shang doing with his practice of flying fire and thunder?"

Shang Wenli said with a smile: "You are quite advanced, why don't we go out and practice."

The people of Yanbei happily obeyed. The little fox saw Wang Chong practicing boxing and had long been bored. He happily followed the two of them and ran out of the cave. He found a comfortable place to squat on the platform in front of the cave.

She has often transformed into a little fox lately, but less often she has transformed into a human being.

This little fox felt that his transformation into a beautiful girl was not enough to impress Wang Chong, so he wanted to try his cute pet appearance to see if he could win his favor.

Such small thoughts are not known to outsiders.

Yan Beichuan chose a place, with his feet slightly apart and his body motionless, the sound of wind and thunder could be faintly heard between his hands.

Shang Wenli also looked shocked and shouted: "Brother Yanbei, have you already broken through to the fourth level?"

Yan Beiren said with a smile: "Exactly, the old man has good eyesight."

The method of flying fire and striking thunder is a powerful method that Master Qingyue mastered when he was a thief traveling across several provinces.

But from refining qi and embryonic energy, all the way to the Tiangang realm, the potential has been exhausted and there is no way forward.

Although it is also a cultivation method that exceeds the level of ordinary martial arts, it is quite inferior and has its limits!

Although the skill of Flying Fire and Thunder is at a low level, the quality of the Qi produced is still quite good, and it can reach the first level. Although it is only the lowest first-level mid-level and low-level, it has the advantage of being better than many heretical practices.

This method of flying fire and thunder has 12 levels. The first four levels are Qi refining levels, the fifth to eighth levels correspond to the four realms of embryonic origin, and the last four levels correspond to the realm of Gangsha.

The people of Yanbei have practiced the art of flying fire and striking thunder to the fourth level. That is only one step away from breaking through the fetal element and advancing to a new realm.

Rao is Shang Wenli and is also a senior in the martial arts world. He is proud that his talent is not inferior to that of the young people, and he is also quite impressed by the talent of the Yanbei people.

Shang Wenli sighed softly and said, "Brother from Yanbei, if it weren't for your family background, with your talents, your reputation would be far higher than mine."

The people from Yanbei laughed and said, "One drink and one peck will make sure everything is wrong! Now that we are fortunate enough to practice with the young master, and have been able to teach such a superior Dharma, what else can we be dissatisfied about? What's more, we two have successors, Hongyun and Jinling both become disciples." For a big sect like Emei, it is really a blessing after all the hardships and extraordinary luck."

Shang Wenli smiled and said: "That's right, that's right! I'm still not satisfied. It's true that the older I get, the more greedy I become."

Shang Wenli used his palms to form the posture of the Hundred Steps Splitting the Air Palm, which was also Lei Yin's secret birth!

The Yanbei people saw it clearly and secretly thought: "Senior Shang has forty years more skill than me. Now he has practiced the flying fire and thunder technique to the fourth level, but he is still a bit deeper than me. I'm afraid he won't be able to pass." How long will it take before we have a breakthrough?"

He also felt proud, and with one move of Thunder Palm, he faced him head-on.

Shang Wenli laughed loudly and started to fight with each other. The two of them were fighting fiercely and fiercely, and within dozens of moves, they were evenly matched.

Just when Yan Beiren moved his palms and wanted to use a special move, he suddenly heard the sound of wind behind him and the little fox screamed. He hurriedly withdrew the move and slapped his backhand. He suddenly felt a strong surge of force coming from behind, and the little fox screamed. He took three or four steps back.

Yan Beiren turned around angrily, only to see a young man with gorgeous clothes but an ugly face. He was holding a folding fan and had a look of shock on his face.

Liu Fei had long disliked Wang Chong. He came here because his master Tianyinzi had an order. When he saw two of Wang Chong's men practicing martial arts, he couldn't help but want to plot against one of them.

Anyway, he was not afraid that Wang Chong would come to trouble him and he would attack very harshly. If the Yanbei people reacted a little slower, they would probably be beaten to death on the spot.

Liu Fei struck out, but was blocked by the Yanbei people. He just took a few steps back, but felt bored and shouted: "Let Tang Jingyu come out, my master has something to say to him."

Although Wang Chong never talked to Yan Bei and Shang Wenli about the affairs of the sect, they both had been in the world for a long time and had rich experience. They had already noticed that the other sect members were quite cold, and some of them had extremely bad attitudes.

The two of them did not dare to cause trouble for Wang Chong. Yan Beiren snorted coldly, turned around and entered the cave. Shang Wenli waved and asked the little fox to come to his house.

Although Hu Su'er also received the teachings of the Great Sunflower Divine Gang, the Five Colored Plum Blossom Gang Sha, and the Flying Fire and Thunder Dharma, she was unable to practice them. Her skills were too weak, and Shang Wenli was afraid that she would suffer.

The little fox was soft and adorable, and became sisters with Shang Hongyun and Yan Jinling. Although Shang Wenli later found out that this girl was not a human being but a monster, he did not treat her lightly and instead liked her a lot. Therefore, proactive maintenance is required at this time.

The little fox hurriedly ran to Shang Wenli's side and rolled his eyes at Liu Fei.

Liu Fei hadn't noticed the little fox just now, but suddenly his eyes lit up and he thought to himself: "This little fox has nice fur. It would look good if you catch it and skin it to make a mat."

Hu Su'er didn't know that Liu Fei actually had such evil thoughts. He huddled next to Shang Wenli with gurgling eyes, waiting for Wang Chong to come out.

Not a moment later, Wang Chong came out with the Yanbei people. His face was extremely ugly.

Liu Fei plotted against Yan Beiren. He would never tolerate this!

When Wang Chong saw Liu Fei, he asked coldly: "Does your master teach you that your uncle will go out to greet you?"

Wang Chong was very angry about Liu Fei's conspiracy against Yan Beiren, but he would not use this as an excuse to negotiate with Liu Fei.

The Yanbei people's status was too low. Even if they were beaten to death or injured, they could only apologize and not be punished severely.

But Liu Fei asked him to go out to meet him, instead of going into the cave to visit him in person and going against the elders and inferiors. This matter... could be a big deal.

Liu Fei sneered and asked with disdain, "What can you do to me?"

Wang Chong was silent. He originally wanted to teach Liu Fei a lesson, but his nephew was so domineering that he immediately changed his mind.

Liu Fei thought he had a trick, and added fuel to the fire, cursing: "What are you capable of? Do you dare to be your grandpa Liu's elder? How many months have you been studying Taoism? How many meridians have you mastered? I have one hand I can beat you until you eat shit all over the place."

Wang Chong was a careful person and had long known Liu Fei's level of cultivation from the poisonous dragon's mouth. He had been a beginner for almost fifteen years and had already cultivated to the realm of fetus. He was also favored by his master Tianyinzi and was given a Xuan Luo. fan!

Just like Qin Xu, the young master of the Red Line, wants to rob Yang Zhuozhen's old Taoist master's talisman and the flower god fan for sacrifice, the Xuanluo fan is also a treasure that controls the gang energy, and can control the flying clouds and the moon's gang evil!

Liu Fei didn't have Wang Chong's discernment. He judged others by his own example. He had practiced for fifteen years before reaching the embryonic realm, so he decided that "Tang Jingyu" had only been a disciple for a short time, and "Ten Ten Ten" was still practicing. The level of Qi.

In Liu Fei's mind, Wang Chong had only started practicing for a few months. Even if he worked hard day and night and could open two or three meridians, he was already considered "endowed with talent." He realized that what he said was not nonsense, but the truth.

Wang Chong practices in his cave every day, so he doesn't have to show off his cultivation to others.

Naturally, Liu Fei didn't know that this young uncle had already achieved great success in refining qi. He didn't stop at all when refining qi, and he directly broke through to the embryonic realm, and was now in the same realm as him.

To say that this is Liu Fei's arrogance and high tribute, but it is not necessarily true.

It took about forty years for Yan Bei and Shang Wenli to achieve innate cultivation. Although human warriors are not as good as Taoist warriors, they are both talented and talented warriors.

The Wu family is already one of a thousand in the human world.

But Liu Fei didn't expect that there was such a genius as Wang Chong in the world.

Yanbei people, Shang Wenli and Hu Su'er were all very angry, their eyes seemed to be on fire, but Wang Chong couldn't speak, and it was difficult for the three of them to speak.

Liu Fei glanced at the four masters and servants of Wang Chong, sneered, and cursed: "Do you still dare to fight with me?"

Wang Chong was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and asked, "Senior brother, what do you have to say?"

Liu Fei only said that Wang Chong had given in, and said coldly: "Tomorrow is the three-line sword fight. Master asked you to be careful. If something happens, I will ask you!"

Wang Chong said nothing. After Liu Fei passed the message, he turned to leave. He held a ball of Qi in his hand and hesitated slightly.

At this moment, Liu Fei suddenly turned back, pointed at the little fox, and shouted: "I have been meditating recently and my buttocks are a little stiff. Give me this little fox and skin it to make a mat."

Wang Chong sneered, now he didn't hesitate any longer.

Liu Fei reached out and wanted to catch Hu Su'er. Hu Su'er was so angry that she was shaking all over. She knew that she had no power, so she turned around and ran back to the cave.

Yan Bei and Shang Wenli stepped forward together, and used four palms to stop Liu Fei.

Liu Fei sneered and shouted: "You are a warrior! Are you worthy of taking action against me?" He waved the Xuanluo Fan in his palm, and layers of clouds appeared, splitting into two and hitting the two of them at the same time.

Yan Bei and Shang Wenli took a move and felt a strong push. They each took a few steps back, both with horrified expressions on their faces.

Both of them are great masters who have been in the Xiantian for a long time. They think that their martial arts are already the best in the world. They have also practiced the method of flying fire and thunder. It is such a mysterious method that the two of them can't resist this young master's move even if they work together. .

Liu Fei was also surprised. He had not been able to seriously injure the Yanbei people just now, and he thought he had not tried his best. Now he was showing no mercy, and he actually failed to take down the two people, but only knocked them back.

Liu Fei didn't know that both Yan Bei and Shang Wenli had practiced the art of flying fire and thunder, and they were no longer ordinary warriors. Although the power of Xuanluo Fan was mysterious, his skill was too poor and he could not exert even half of its power.

Liu Fei was unwilling to give in. Xuan Luo waved his fan and wanted to take action again.

Wang Chong finally couldn't bear it any longer, so he patted his waist casually, took out the red thread sword pouch, and sneered: "Are you going to compete in swordsmanship?"

Only then did Liu Fei stop Xuan Luo Fan and stared at the red thread sword pouch with jealousy in his eyes. He stared for a long time before turning around and leaving.

Although he was deeply favored by Tianyinzi, he only got a Xuanluo fan and no flying sword.

Although Wang Chong's cultivation level is low, if Ling Su'er gives his apprentice any secret instructions, he will not be unable to control the flying sword.

Liu Fei thought that if Xuanluo Fan faced off against Feijian, he would most likely suffer a loss, so he left without anger.

The ball of true energy in Wang Chong's hand suddenly shot out. Liu Fei listened to the wind and discerned the shape. He drew down the Xuanluo Fan with his backhand and dispersed the ball of true energy. He walked away proudly without looking back.

He only thought that Wang Chong was angry, so he took action. This group of true energy was too weak, which made this disciple of Tianyinzi feel contemptuous.

Wang Chong waved his sleeves and shouted: "Go back!"

Shang Wenli and Yan Beiren bowed their hands and returned to the cave, but Wang Chong did not turn around. He looked at Liu Fei's back coldly and suddenly said to himself: "If it is more ruthless than means, more vicious than heart..."

The second half of his sentence was not spoken, it was - how to compare with the disciples of the Demon Sect.

There was a demon hidden in Wang Chong's true energy just now. He now has an unknown number of demons in his yin-yang aperture. If one is released, it can plot against people and the invisible.

As for Liu Fei, when he reached a critical point in his practice, his soul was suddenly taken away by a demon, or his body burned with internal fire for no reason, or he suddenly went against the grain and his body changed and became a monster...

Then it's none of his business.

Wang Chong originally didn't want to be so cruel, but Liu Fei repeatedly provoked him and even caught the little fox and skinned it to make a mat. How could he endure it?

The cultivators who died at the hands of the devil died in all kinds of strange and unimaginable ways. Even if Wang Chong was from a serious demon sect, he could not know all the ways to die.

He wasn't worried about anything happening. There were countless monks from the good and evil factions who died at the hands of the devil every year.

Now Tieli and Hongye Taoist were suppressed in Tongtian Hall, Sunflower Taoist turned to robbery, and his master ordered Suer to go into seclusion... Anyone who could see that there was something fishy in this matter had no skill.

Wang Chong couldn't help but glanced at the east mountain wall. The black poisonous dragon was still motionless. He didn't know whether he was practicing or sleeping.