This immortal is a bit fierce

The surrounding scenery was shattered, and Huang Feng knew that someone must have broken the formation.

"It seems that there are still smart people." Huang Feng didn't think that all the talents in the world were equal, and he had eight fights all to himself. Someone entered the secret realm yesterday, and it was possible to break the formation before him.

The shattered formation gradually disappeared, and Huang Feng found that he was still on the mountain, but the feeling of virtuality and reality had disappeared, replaced by the receding spiritual storm.

After looking around, it turned out that all the monks who had been trapped in the maze had escaped.

"Is this...violent breaking of the formation? Who did it? Someone is sick..." Huang Feng was complaining crazily in his heart when he saw a golden talisman burning in front of Li Motang not far away.

"..." Huang Feng opened his eyes wide, opened his mouth wide, and stood there stunned.

Li Motang also saw him, came over, looked at his surprised expression, and wondered: "What's wrong?"

"Did you use that talisman to break the formation just now?"

"Um."

"Is it very precious?"

"good."

Huang Feng's hands were shaking a little, and he slowly raised them to cover his painful chest, his voice trembling: "You said it's okay, then it's very precious.

What a luxury! What a waste!

This is a secret realm, not a garbage dump. Others come here to hunt for treasures. Are you here to throw away treasures? Don't give it to me, I'm about to break the formation. "

"Really? You didn't tell me either." Li Motang said calmly.

"I..." When she said this, Huang Feng felt that he did have some responsibility and should have thought of it earlier.

"How to break the formation?" Li Motang asked.

Huang Feng shook his head: "Wait a minute, I can't speak now, please let me hurt for a while longer."

"What did you say just now?" Li Motang was so angry that he wanted to stab him with a sword.

The monks who had been trapped for a long time looked at them in confusion. Who are these two people?

To be able to forcefully break the formation in the secret realm so easily, it couldn't be someone from the Twelve Immortals Sect, would they be expelled?

The monks who came in were suspicious, but Li Motang and Huang Feng ignored them at all.

This gave a group of monks a little peace of mind. It seemed that these two people were not too overbearing.

But at this moment, three more people came in from outside. The person walking in the front was six feet tall, wearing a powerful outfit, and behind him was a 12-foot long spear.

He only has the aura and appearance of a famous general, but unfortunately he has a horse face.

Seeing that there were many people in the secret realm, this person said in a deep voice: "Those who are not from the Twelve Immortals Sect, get out!"

Huang Feng looked up, tilted his head and asked Li Motang, "Who is it?"

Li Motang sneered: "Yuan Yimiao, from Jiuyue."

Huang Feng was surprised: "The person who used the gun only had one second, how dare he come out to see people!"

"What?" Li Motang was confused.

"It's okay." Huang Feng said quickly. He knew that Jiuyue was one of the twelve immortal sects. It was located in the northernmost part of Daxia, hidden among the nine peaks.

If Cangyun Mountain acts in a flamboyant way and wants to be known all over the world, Jiuyue is extremely domineering and will not deliberately do anything to attract the limelight. However, if he is competing for natural resources and treasures, he will never give them away to others.

Taking a closer look at the horse-faced man, Huang Feng asked curiously, "How does he compare with Guan Taixu?"

"Half a catty." Yuan Yimiao's gaze moved over at this moment, and Li Motang sneered, "Jiuyue is still as domineering as ever."

"Who do I think I am?" Yuan Yimiao said lukewarmly, "To seek the truth is to walk on a single-plank bridge. How can we be harmonious? Among wild beasts, the weak are not worthy of competing with the strong for food. Of course, among the great roads, the weak are not worthy either. Come and win the treasure with me."

Hearing this, the monks in the secret realm looked a little ugly, but they did not dare to take offense.

Compared with the mortals who are restricted by the laws of Daxia, the monks are indeed, as Yuan Yimiao said, more inclined to eat the weak and the strong. If they are not strong enough, they can only accept it even if they are unhappy in their hearts.

No wonder no one from outside came in, it turned out that they were all blocked.

"But I'm not from the Twelve Immortal Sect, what should I do if I want to stay?" Huang Feng asked. He was not one of the Twelve Immortal Sect, so he naturally felt the discomfort caused by this contempt.

Just as Li Motang was about to speak, he saw Huang Feng's stern eyes and slightly sarcastic lips. He smiled and stood aside without saying anything.

Yuan Yimiao thought Huang Feng and Li Motang were from the same group. When he heard this, he turned to Li Motang, but found that the other party ignored him at all.

At this time, behind Yuan Yimiao, a fellow student came forward to remind him: "Senior brother, it may be him on Cangyun Mountain."

"You are the one who is going head-to-head with Guan Taixu?" Yuan Yimiao recalled and looked at Huang Feng with some interest, "Are you provoking me?"

Huang Feng was surprised: "You can actually see it?"

"What do you mean!" Yuan Yimiao raised his eyebrows, and his fellow disciple beside him explained in a low voice, "Senior brother, he is mocking you for your stupidity."

Yuan Yimiao was furious and scolded: "Shut up, I didn't ask a question!"

Huang Feng tilted his head: "Are all Jiuyue people like this?"

Li Motang smiled and said, "That's not the case."

Yuan Yimiao looked at Huang Feng and sneered: "It's okay to challenge me. If you can take my shot, it doesn't matter if you stay. I said, I don't mind the competition between the strong, but the weak are not worthy. Others present Same thing, if you want to stay, just give me a shot.”

The other monks lowered their heads slightly. No one would really take a shot from Yuan Yimiao just for this breath.

‘One shot, one second, I seem to have discovered something, Yuan Yimiao, it’s you! ’ Huang Feng whispered.

"What are you talking about?" Yuan Yimiao asked coldly.

"It's nothing. I'll take a shot from you, and you'll take a shot from me." Huang Feng said with a smile, "If you can't take the shot, how about leaving immediately?"

"Okay." Yuan Yimiao really didn't see why Huang Feng was so confident. He, Guan Taixu, and Li Motang were all in a life-and-death struggle, and the outcome was unpredictable.

He asked Huang Feng to take the shot and stay in order to give Li Motang some face. After all, with the two of them together, Li Motang had the identity of Princess Daxia in addition to Yuyuan Pavilion.

But the person in front of me really didn't know how to praise him.

There are many people who dislike him, but few of those who provoke him have a good ending.

"In that case, let me be a witness." After Li Motang said this, she stepped back a little. If Huang Feng hadn't come forward, she would have taken care of it, but she didn't expect to be preempted.

"You first, or me first?" Yuan Yimiao asked.

"You go first." Huang Feng said with a smile, "After all, if I go first, you will have no chance."

In terms of ridicule, ten Yuan Yimiao may not be Huang Feng's opponents.

"Isn't it interesting to show off your words?" Yuan Yimiao snorted coldly.

"Yes." Huang Feng nodded, "You find it boring because you are not good at it. If the other person is the one who gets angry every time, you will find it very, very interesting. You may never experience this kind of fun in your life."

Now not only Yuan Yimiao, but also other monks present wanted to beat him.

Li Motang pursed his lips slightly, suppressing his inner anger, and urged: "Hurry up!"