This old man was not angry and mighty, although he didn't deliberately exudes momentum, he brought a kind of majestic pressure to the scene, like a mountain.
Jingdi martial arts is slightly lower than Sedum, but it is also an eighth-rank martial arts master, plus the third-rank alchemist's cultivation base, the spiritual power is extremely strong.
But facing this coercive old man, Jing Di couldn't help kneeling on the ground, and did not dare to take a breath.
Even Jingdi's set of pseudo-mother tricks only dared to play outside, absolutely not in front of the majestic old man.
The great elder thought that after Jingdi stepped into the cloud and mist, he went directly to participate in the baptism of inheritance.
However, the truth is not so.
After being led here, Jingdi has been kneeling on the ground, not daring to ask or raising his head.
On the futon, Tianfeng Pavilion remained silent for a long time, his eyes kept changing, as if he was thinking about something.
After a long time, Tianfeng Pavilion spoke: "Jingdi, if you are in the inheritance, you can't harm your eldest brother Sedum in the future, can you do it?"
"As long as the eldest brother doesn't betray, I will never take action against him." Jing Di squatted on the ground with a respectful look.
However, what Jingdi thought in his heart was that once he was placed in the inheritance, he immediately found an opportunity to create an accident, causing Sedum to die in misfortune.
Jingdi was very good at acting, and didn't let Tianfengge see anything, or Tianfengge could see it, but didn't say much.
"Elder Ge, the inheritance is ready." A dark man appeared silently.
This is a black man, very strong, like a giant human bear, full of explosive power.
This person is impressively a horizontal master!
"Lao Hei, you take the scenery to Lei Chi, protect him and refine the Thunder God Grass." Tianfeng Pavilion said solemnly.
"Yes." The big black voice rumbling, walked and shook the mountain, and began to lead the way.
Jingdi's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly followed behind the black man and went all the way.
Until Jingdi walked far away, Elder Tianfeng Pavilion waved his hand and took out a letter.
The handwriting of the letter is old, and the signature is impressively written-"Nud Bodhisattva".
"Eighty years ago, the old man was on the front line of life and death. If it weren't for the help of the mud brothers, there would definitely not be what the old man has achieved today."
Putting down the letter, the old Tianfeng Pavilion's tone was bitter: "Many days ago, Brother Ni sent a letter, hoping that the scenery will be in the upper ranks. Although the old man does not like this son, he is an old man, a descendant of blood."
After finishing speaking, Elder Tianfeng Pavilion couldn't help sighing: "The old man was optimistic about Sedum and hoped that he could win the first prize. But unexpectedly, Deng Xiao's son was ill-fated and died. What a pity."
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Amidst the misty clouds, Deng Jiuling stepped forward, wherever he went, the clouds dissipated, and the sister of the roots encountered the slightest threat.
In this scene, the great elder who watched suddenly changed: "This is impossible, how would you know how to get in and out of the formation?"
"This formation is too rubbish, I can tell at a glance." Deng Jiuling said lightly.
God's eyes can break through all falsehoods, and Deng Jiuling's words are not lie.
It's just that these words fell in the ears of the great elder, but it was like a bolt from the blue sky, making him feel frightened.
But in the blink of an eye, the big elder's eyes flashed, and the surrounding clouds disappeared completely.
Formation, pass!
"Brother, what should this old man do?" Jingtian looked at the elder.
"Throw him into the formation and let him fend for himself." Deng Jiuling said coldly.
"Yes." Sedum nodded, throwing both hands, Dachang aged into streamer, and was instantly submerged by clouds and mist.
"No..." the elder screamed again and again, and soon disappeared.
"The cloud formation can't kill people, but it can trap people. The great elders do all the bad things, and it is easy to breed demons in the clouds. He may not be able to survive for a few days." Deng Jiuling said with a sneer.
"The wicked are free and the wicked grind, and the elder is also responsible for this, and can't blame others." Jingtian nodded, convinced.
The two brothers stepped forward and were quickly stopped by a towering figure.
The bladder of this life is big and round, and his body is dark, and his chest is engraved with a white light like thunder.
"The white slave of Kunlun slave!" Sedum's pupils shrank, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
"A slave again?" Deng Jiuling frowned, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.
Among the great powers of the sect, a person who can be called a "slave" is not a lowly slave, but a special honor.
For example, Professor Sun Junyisun's "slave" is the 9th Grade Heng Lian Grandmaster Tie Zhu. His cultivation is extremely terrifying, and he can be called the second person on Putuo Island.
When Professor Sun left, Tie Zhu represented Professor Sun in all aspects.
Another example is the sword slaves of the Mo family, whose status is also extremely noble, surpassing the ancestors, and their status is higher than those of the direct disciples of the Mo family.
Tianfeng Pavilion is the ancient martial sect of Beiming. It has been passed down for thousands of years, and the "slave" of Tianfeng Pavilion is naturally very powerful.
"Little Lord Jingdi is passing on the baptism. Anyone who can't admit it will get close, otherwise he will kill him without mercy!" The black charcoal brawny, known as the "white slave," said unceremoniously like a thunderous sound.
"Master Bai, I am the real inheritor. Elder Ge was only deceived by Jingdi. Please take me to see Elder Ge." Jingtian said solemnly.
The four major slaves of Yunwuze were black, white, red and blue once.
The four major slave cultivation bases are not the same, all of them are the Ninth-Rank Pinnacle Grandmasters, all of them are born with supernatural powers, possessing powers close to a thousand kilos.
A few years ago, Elder Tianfeng Pavilion went to Africa in person, selected layers in the middle of the tropical jungle, and took away a group of the best blacks.
Before these people practice martial arts, they can lift the big cauldron, tear the tiger with their bare hands, and possess unpredictable power.
Elder Tianfeng Pavilion has personally trained these blacks for decades, letting them fight against the beasts in the Beiming Sea every day, and never manages their life or death.
But as long as those who can return alive, Tianfeng Pavilion will smash countless medicinal materials to help them train their bodies.
After a few decades, there were hundreds of Kunlun slaves, and only four strong ones survived, and they were called the Four Slaves of the Heavenly Wind.
The four slaves of Tianfeng are like gods in Tianfeng Island, and even the pavilion master and the great elder of Jingtai must be respectful and courteous to these four people.
If it were other times, Sedum really feared the white slaves.
But now the situation is critical, and Sedum has no choice but to force it.
"Looking for death!" Bai Nu, what a character, instantly understood Sedum's thoughts, he stomped his feet suddenly, and the earth began to rise and fall like a wave in an instant.
boom!
This fist tore through the void, and made waves of breaking through the sky, like a blue dragon roaring, and instantly fell on Sedum's body.
"Not good!" Sedum sweated on his forehead, knowing that he would definitely not be able to withstand this punch, and that if he didn't die, he was seriously injured.
However, the next moment, Sedum's eyes flickered, and Deng Jiuling had fallen behind him.
Boom!
A punch fell, and the place where Sedum stood just now, a hundred meters in radius turned into a deep pit, and there was a faint flash of thunder.
"Big brother, the four slaves of Tianfeng have swallowed thunderweed for a living all year round. They all contain the power of majestic thunder. Don't fight him head-on." Jing Weather panted like a cow with a look on his guard.
As the young master of the Tianfeng Pavilion, Jingtian is very good at practicing Tianfengjue, and he can also challenge higher ranks, and his combat power is comparable to ordinary 9th-rank masters.
But the white slave's body contains the power of thunder, and the thunder mantle rolls under a punch. Whether it is a body or a weapon, it will be electrified as long as it is touched, making people slow and numb.
A master's tricks, a small negligence can determine the victory or defeat, the white slave's special thunder power makes the enemy very helpless and unable to resist.
"It's okay!"
Deng Jiuling disapproved, and looked at the white slave with disdain: "You and I have no grudges, if you get out now, I can spare your dog's life."
"Presumptuous!" Bai Nu was furious, tearing the void with a punch, and a thunder light appeared on his arm.
"Boss, be careful!" Jingtian's expression changed suddenly.
The four major slaves, black, white, red and blue, all cultivated by swallowing thunderweed, but their cultivation methods were different.
Bai Slave likes to swallow white thunderweed, because he thinks that white is the color closest to thunder, and contains more pure thunder power.
According to the power characteristics of the white slaves, the old Tianfeng Pavilion specially taught a set of "Baidiquan" to allow the white slaves to practice day and night.
Baidiquan has only one move, but this one is extremely powerful and can be called an invincible existence of the same rank.
Sedum remembers that when he was a child, he had come to Yunwuze with his father Jingtai. At that time, Jingtai and Bai Slave could not hold back a punch.
Now Jingtai's martial arts are much stronger than before, but if he really wants to fight a white slave, he will probably not be able to withstand a few punches.
Roar!
When the white slave blasted his fist, the sky full of clouds appeared in the void, and a shadow of the great emperor was looming.
"Civilian Baidi Caiyun? No, this is the ultimate state of Baidiquan!" Jingtian's expression changed suddenly.
At the same time, Elder Tianfeng Pavilion, who was meditating on the futon in the distance, opened his closed eyes, and the eyes of the tiger were full of light.
"The white slave can actually break through to the ultimate in battle. It seems that within fifty years, he has the possibility of breaking through to the three-step power." The old man Tianfengge was relieved by stroking his white beard.
Although the black, white, red and blue are all slaves, to Tianfeng Pavilion elders, they are both slaves and sons.
Elder Tianfengge painstakingly cultivated the four major slaves for many years, and now he sees the breakthrough of the white slaves, he is naturally relieved.
As for who the white slave was fighting against, Elder Tianfeng Ge didn't care about this, because he knew that the white slave would definitely win the final victory.
"Between the colorful clouds?" Deng Jiuling's eyes were indifferent, with disdain in his eyes: "Then I will break the colorful clouds and let the sun come!"
boom!
As soon as the voice fell, Deng Jiuling stomped his feet suddenly, the earth cracked like a cobweb, and fire spread in all directions.
Between the heaven and the earth, a round of bright scorching sun rises slowly.
In this scorching sun, a white glow instantly cut through the sky, shattering the sky full of colorful clouds.
Cang!
Under the scorching sun, the young man was as tall as a mountain, one man with a knife, looking at the white slave like a god.
"This... What kind of knife is it?" Bai Nu spewed out a mouthful of old blood, and stepped back three steps, his eyes full of amazement.
Deng Jiuling's knife was three meters long, and the blade's glow turned into a white glow and soared into the sky, like a scorching sun.
In this knife, the white slave felt the threat of death.
"You don't deserve to know." Deng Jiuling looked indifferent and raised a big knife in his hand.
A word burst out from Deng Jiuling's mouth: "Cut!"