How to set up a god with a terrible person [Quick Transmigration]

▍Young man, it’s time to take your medicine

Xiao Lu admired the surprised or doubtful expressions of the crowd, and finally turned his attention back to Feng Yazheng.

Feng Yazheng still has the attitude of a master: "If you want to commit a crime, there is nothing wrong with it."

"People all over the world are wondering where this magic sect came from. They can't find out the origin, their whereabouts are a mystery, and their skills are unique. Every time they are dispatched, they can directly hit the weakness of each sect." Xiao Lv said.

"Everyone who tries to trace the magic door after the fact has the same doubts, right?"

Many sects in power nodded in their hearts, but their faces were still calm.

Xiao Lv continued: "But if you think about it in another way, everything will be much easier to understand."

"The so-called Demon Sect was originally an internal force in the Central Plains, but it was only used as a cover under the guise of a well-known and righteous sect."

"At this time, will the people of your Demon Sect continue to hide in the crowd?"

"You're talking nonsense!" The Master of Floating Clouds yelled angrily.

"You demonic monster, you first poisoned the future pillars of the righteous way, and then slandered the Lord of the Wind Valley, and now you still want to provoke me to fight in the Central Plains, your heart is to be punished!"

Immediately, several righteous leaders also echoed:

"Everyone, we can't let him continue to confuse the public with his evil words!"

"You and I will rush forward and take down all these thieves!"

All of a sudden, people from these sects drew their weapons and pointed at Snowlun Sect.

"Don't worry." Xiao Lu chuckled, "A few days ago, my good apprentice happened to see a secret gathering, among which were people dressed in magic costumes, and... some masked people from the Central Plains."

He had already set off several thunderbolts in a row before, and at this moment, some members of the sect couldn't help but look at each other, for fear that one of them beside him was the hidden members of the Demon Sect.

"There is no evidence for what you say, don't think about using these pretentious things to shake my heart in the Central Plains." Guanzhu Fuyun said.

"Yes, I sprinkled tracking drugs on their only path." Mo Xue said.

Immediately, he took out a jade box from the sleeve of the disciple beside him, and when he opened it, there was a group of small butterflies no bigger than a thumb.

"The drug is colorless and tasteless to humans, but it cannot hide from the wind-seeking butterfly, and it will remain in the human body for about three months. Who is the person that day, you will know when they try it."

I saw a group of red butterflies dancing, and then quietly landed on the shoulders of several people: the head of the Miaoyan Sect, the head of the Xunfeng Pavilion, the Hesou... and the master of the Fuyun Temple, all of whom were leading the fight against the Snow Wheel Sect.

The crowd suddenly stunned.

But the first Modao sect master who jumped out to attack the Xuelun sect was not among them.

He is just a fool.

Realizing this, the already seriously injured Modao Sect Master couldn't help but vomit blood again and passed out.

"Renren Lu... Didn't your great apprentice also die? You said earlier that he was the one who would succeed you as the master of the temple." Sitting next to the master of the temple, Guangmu Guangmu was in doubt.

"This old man does know." The silent Wei No. [-] suddenly said, "Renren Lu has an illegitimate son, who was found three years ago, and is his little apprentice in name."

"This little apprentice has good talent, is well-loved, and is always at odds with the big brother."

At this moment, the eyes of the crowd became strange, just now Reverend Lu was still indignant over the death of the great apprentice, but now it doesn't look right.

Feng Yazheng flicked her sleeves: "It's just that your Xuelun Sect has secretly tampered with it."

Xiao Lv: "You keep saying you want evidence, but you don't believe it when you give it. Are older people as capricious as you?"

"However, I didn't come here to reason with you. I'm tired after talking so much. I heard that the chief doctor of Fenggu is benevolent and not good at martial arts. Why don't you—"

Hong Ying suddenly attacked Feng Yazheng: "Ask for advice?"

The crowd didn't see Xiao Lu's movements at all, they saw a red afterimage that turned into the wind and flew forward at high speed, and they were about to kill Feng Yazheng on the spot.

Several members of the Demon Sect who pretended to be righteous were shocked and tried to stop them, but Xiao Lu's speed was too fast, and he was in front of Feng Ya in the blink of an eye, leaving them beyond their reach.

At this moment, Feng Ya, who had always been regarded as not good at fighting with others, moved.

He had to move.

Otherwise you will really die.

Feng Ya raised her palms and moved towards the attacking Hong Ying, facing Xiao Lu's palms.

Immediately, a surge of vigor spread rapidly around the two of them. The hard stone slabs on the ground could hardly resist the strong impact and shattered one after another.

Even if it is only the aftermath of the power of the world's top experts, these small stones still have enough power to penetrate the stone pillar.

At this time, no one can be alone, and the elders with strong martial arts use their own methods to protect the disciples.

But Modaomen, whose head has passed out, is miserable. They only have one elder, and even if they dance with the sword, they are still a little helpless.

Seeing that the gravel was about to hit the disciple in the door, the elder felt cold. They are all elite disciples here this time. If there is a mistake...

He glanced at the Sect Leader who was stuffed under the table, Sect Leader, why are you so stupid to let someone block your gun? !

At this critical moment, a white figure suddenly appeared with a moon-white sword light. The sword light was like a horse, covering the disciples who were almost in despair, and blocking the stones like a rainstorm.

"Mo Xue..." The elder looked at the person in astonishment.

Mo Xue withdrew her sword and left as usual, without saying a word or looking at her.However, the protection regardless of past suspicions at the time of crisis just now cannot be faked.

Then, a Xuelun Sect disciple came to help under the order of his master.

The elder couldn't help sighing: "People's hearts..."

"I think Snow Wheel Sect is very good." His apprentice said, "Look at how beautiful their clothes are, and their martial arts are also good-looking, much better than ours, and they are kind-hearted."

"That's right, good-looking people are definitely not bad people." The disciples on the side agreed.

The elder's emotion was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't get it out.

He was so angry, Hanhan!This door is all stupid!Do good people judge by their faces? !

Xiao Lu and Feng Yazheng used extreme moves to confront each other, eliminating the need for you to come and go to test each other, and directly pushed the battle situation to a fever pitch.

"Bo Lu..." Feng Yazheng showed a bit of ferocity on Lai Duansu's face.

His long-planned plan to eradicate dissidents and dominate the martial arts world was completely disrupted by this guy!

However, the appearance of Xuelun Sect saved him a lot of effort.

Feng Yazheng has been the owner of the Liuli Medicine King Valley for nearly a hundred years. Although he has done a lot in secret, he actually has no ambitions to unify the martial arts. It is enough to have a transcendent Medicine King Valley.

But he was dying.

Even after eating the Sanyuan Pill, he has a body with surging internal strength and a healthy and long life.But human life has a limit. At the age of 80, he was afraid of this limit. Now at the age of 110, he feels that he is stepping on the edge of the limit and may fall at any time.

So what about longevity?He was not willing to walk into death like this.

He thought of the Wei family again, the miraculous pills, outstanding medical skills, and mysterious origins.He remembered that Wei's father once said after drinking that they originally had many branches, and a single Wei family hid such a treasure, so what about the other branches?

It's a pity that he searched openly and secretly for a long time, but he couldn't find any news about Webster. This made him more anxious and even regretted what he did back then.

They killed too fast, they should have been tortured for a little while to make them spit out more.

Fengya couldn't help but reproduce what happened 30 years ago.

Thirty years ago, he used the hands of the Demon Sect to severely attack the big sect that was suppressing on his head, making Liuli Yaowanggu a first-class force with a detached status.But now, he wants to let the entire martial arts world be under his control, dig out the secrets buried by Webster, and get rid of the Xuelun sect who recently tried to compete with Yaowanggu.

As for who this plan will sacrifice?The blood of innocents was never on his mind.

Everything was going well until Bo Lu showed up at the martial arts conference.

Come to him to ask for Webster's blood feud.

At that moment, Feng Yazheng's heart was filled with joy rather than the panic of being exposed, and there was nowhere to be found after breaking through the iron shoes, and it took no effort to get it.

Martial arts conference?It's not that important anymore.

Taking advantage of the gap after the fight with Xiao Lu, Feng Ya is taking out a pitch-black flute from her sleeve, putting it on her lips and blowing it, the sharp and weird sound of the flute spreads far away with her inner strength.

"Today's meeting, surrender or kill!"

As long as everyone who knows the secret shuts up, his secret will remain a secret forever.

With an order, the demon disciples hidden in various sects moved.

"Senior brother..."

"Junior Sister, why..."

"Master...why..."

Corpses fell one by one, even Liuli Yaowanggu was no exception. Although Feng Yazheng had secretly developed the power of the Demon Sect, only some of the Yaowanggu were from the Demon Sect. The orthodox sect of the month.

After receiving the signal from the flute, a group of demons in black descended from the sky and began to slaughter the people in the field together with the hidden demon disciples.

The blood spread, adding color to the chaos again.

The first person has honey-colored skin, deep outlines, brown curly hair, and two knives in his hands. He looks fierce like a wolf.His name is Naga, the boss in the original plot, and the master of the demon sect on the bright side.

With the development of the matter to this point, Momen has completely torn its face, and it is about to completely control the Central Plains martial arts.

Naga shot decisively and viciously, and the two swords mercilessly cut off those who blocked him, and blood was paved everywhere he passed.

His goal is very clear—Snowlun Sect.

Feng Ya is in charge of capturing Bo Lv, and he is in charge of controlling the rest of the Xuelun Sect, ensuring that they will not resist, and can be used as a tool to blackmail Bo Lv if necessary.

Just like the Wei family back then.

Naga killed all the way to Xuelunzong, a cruel smile hung on the corner of his mouth, these snow-white colors, stained with blood, falling into the dust is the best destination.

The butcher knife had already been raised, but at this moment, a figure in white appeared in front of his eyes.

Fengshen is handsome, as bright as the moon, with a gentleness that does not match the current scene, like a sword carved from beautiful jade, it does not look aggressive at all, but no one dares to underestimate this beautiful jade.

Mo Xue drew her sword out of its sheath with a smile on her face: "Stop."

Naga's eyes were murderous: "Then let's start with you."

The blade and the sword glow were intertwined immediately.

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Xiao Lu and Feng Ya are going back and forth all the way, and have already left the venue.

The bamboo shadows swayed, and two figures, one red and one yellow, shuttled briskly through the bamboo forest, stepping on the bamboo leaves with their toes.

The picture looks ethereal and ethereal, but in fact it is a life-and-death fight.

If you do a military ranking in this world, the two half cultivators are clearly at the pinnacle of the world.

But precisely because of this, the battle between the two cannot tolerate a single mistake.

Feng Ya is eating the Sanyuan Dan, and has accumulated a hundred years of martial arts accumulation. Not only is his internal strength powerful, but he also has a wealth of shooting experience. When Xiao Lu fights with him, he must concentrate on it. The key.

Feng Yazheng swung out a palm, shaking the bamboo leaves in the forest.

The bamboo leaves are weak, but under the coercion of internal force, they turned into countless blades and flew towards Xiao Lu.

Xiao Lu's sleeves were raised, and the vigorous internal force was condensed on the palm wind, which slightly interfered with the direction of the bamboo leaves.The dense bamboo leaves flew into the bamboo forest, cutting off large pieces of bamboo immediately, and a large gap appeared in the green sea-like bamboo forest.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Feng Ya was laughing wildly, and she lost the calm and generous demeanor of a grandmaster before: "This old man is already the number one expert in the world, and the leader of the martial arts back then was just a puppet that I personally raped. You seem to have got a chance, but Compared to the old man, she is still too tender, not enough to look at!"

He slapped a few more times, and the bamboo leaves in the forest seemed to have become sharp weapons in his hands. He obediently attacked Xiao Lu crazily, making Xiao Lu hardly have a chance to get close.

Bamboo shadows covered the sky and covered Xiao Lu's figure from top to bottom.

The figure in red touched his toes, flitted lightly to the right, and went out three feet in an instant.

"Want to escape? You can't escape." Feng Ya is chasing after her.

"Don't be too arrogant. It's inappropriate for a great master who has pretended to be a great master for most of his life to fail at this last moment."

"Stop talking nonsense, obediently hand over Webster's hidden secret!"

Feng Yazheng's heart is hot, he already has a position of power, wealth and fame, invincible martial arts, the ability to disrupt the situation, all the pursuits of ordinary people in the world can no longer move his heart.

Only longevity!

Xiao Lv walked through the forest with lightness kung fu, raised his hand and broke off a bamboo branch from the pruning bamboo beside him, waved it twice, and felt that the hand felt pretty good.

"Want to see Webster's secret? I can show you something new."

The beauty in red folded a branch into a sword, tapped her toes and came towards Feng Yazheng.

The bamboo leaves all over the sky were like rain, but the bamboo branches in Xiao Lu's hands were like a sharp wind, cutting through the rain and fog all over the sky.

Even though it was just a soft bamboo branch, it held the power of thunder and wrath in his hands. It didn't look fragile at all, but a kind of aloof and awe-inspiring sword intent.

Now that the Jujue Sword Manual is available, how can there be any reason to let cheap apprentices practice alone?As a master, he naturally needs to be proficient in swordsmanship in order to maintain the pride of his master.

On weekdays, he and Mo Xue are opponents of each other.

Feng Ya's insolent expression restrained herself.

He has been immersed in martial arts for more than a hundred years, and his eyes have long been extremely vicious. He can see at a glance that this sword is of extraordinary quality, even if the opponent is only holding a bamboo branch.

He seems to have seen a similar sword intent.

More than 20 years ago, there was a kid who attacked him at night, with deep internal strength and sharp swordsmanship.But that kid was too inexperienced, like a piece of white paper, he was seriously injured soon, and then fled without a trace.

That night, the sword intent used by that person was somewhat similar to that of the person in front of him, but it never gave him the chills down his spine.

But even though Bo Lu is younger, how did he manage to be as decisive and ruthless as if he was fighting in blood and fire?

Soon Feng Yazheng had no extra time to think.

The bamboo branch in Xiao Lu's hand carried the power of thunder, and he had already broken through the barrier he woven with bamboo leaves, and he was close in an instant.

Under close contact, the power of swordsmanship is even greater.

The awe-inspiring sword intent came overwhelmingly, so he had to deal with it with [-]% energy.

In this duel in the bamboo forest, the rhythm suddenly accelerated.

Both figures were left with afterimages.

Gradually, Feng Yazheng began to feel overwhelmed. After all, he was already a centenarian. Even if he took half a step into the fairyland, his body was still that of a mortal.

What's more, this bastard in front of him doesn't have the spirit of respecting the old and loving the young at all, and he is simply black-hearted to beat the centenarian to death.

Xiao Lu naturally also noticed his change, and his red lips curled up to reveal a meaningful smile: "Master Fenggu, this power does not belong to him, is it easy to use?"

Feng Yazheng didn't answer, he didn't understand why the other party brought this up suddenly.

"This internal force is not yours, and the true meaning in the medicine is completely opposite to the way you are doing."

"Presumably, Master Fenggu has spent a lot of time making up for the shortcomings in martial arts over the years, but unfortunately, there are still many flaws."

Feng Ya is frowning: "Stop talking nonsense."

"Don't believe me?" Xiao Lu tapped the bamboo branch in his hand and hit the Yunmen acupoint on Fengya's shoulder.

Feng Yazheng suddenly felt a surge of awe-inspiring energy rushing into his body, directly hitting his strong body shield with strong energy.

Xiao Lu kept moving, and the bamboo branches pointed towards his Tianxi, Youze, Shimen...

Every time a bamboo branch is tapped, Feng Yazheng's internal breath will fluctuate violently.

Those are the weak points of Feng Ya Zheng's inner breath, and ordinary martial arts people may not be able to see them.But Xiao Lv, like him, has already stood at the pinnacle of power in this world, and these flaws are already extremely conspicuous in his eyes.

The flaws in his body were constantly being attacked by Xiao Lu, Feng Yazheng was horrified, he tried to use his skills to fight back, but every time his strength was about to gather, he was severely defeated by Xiao Lu.

He has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and it has been a long time since he experienced this feeling of being powerless to fight back.

how is this possible……

Xiao Lu's bamboo branch hit the Tanzhong acupoint on Feng Yazheng's chest hard.

"Pfft—" Feng Yazheng's qi and blood surged, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spewed out.

He retreated a few steps in embarrassment, and finally leaned against the bamboo forest, stabilizing his figure temporarily, coughing continuously.

The neat white hair has been scattered, the fine yellow robe is stained with dust, and there is a bloodstain on the chest, and the aloof grandmaster demeanor can no longer be seen.

In the depths of the secluded bamboo, bamboo shadows sway.

"An old friend asked me to ask the Lord of Wind Valley for something—"

Xiao Lu walks calmly, holding a bamboo branch in his hand, his bright red clothes fluttering in the wind, his magnificent face looks like an exiled fairy against the backdrop of a sea of ​​green bamboos.

But in Feng Yazheng's eyes, he looks like Shura.