Qingyan.
The big disciple of the three elders Zhihong, who practiced the "Diamond Sutra" with the practice of Dharma practice, and the magical fist of the gods and ghosts.
The most famous battle was to break into the Nether Sea by himself three hundred years ago, personally kill the Sea-Swallowing Demon Whale with the cultivation base of the ancient god's four-layer peak, and retrieve the Jinghai Xinlian.
He was once a strong competitor of the Saint Son of the Lingshan School.
Even after passing Nether Sea and his party, devouring Jinghai Heart Lotus, Qing Yan's strength cultivation has already approached the limit of the elders infinitely.
There are even rumors in the clan that if it were not for the Meng Lan Bon Festival five years later, Qing Yan would have been promoted to the elder of the Lingshan Sect.
"Qingyan?"
The governor monk under Zhihong's school turned his head in amazement, but when he saw the gloomy expression on the face of the third elder, he immediately lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "I am cultivating in the mountains."
This is the latest information known to the governor monk.
"Understood, you go."
Zhihong waved.
This apprentice is good at everything, but one is not good. Sometimes Zhihong doesn't know whether this apprentice is in the mountains or not.
Since Qingyan is in the mountains, everything is easy to say.
Zhihong's eyes flashed sharply.
The successive defeats of Qingxuan, Qingfeng, Qingyu, and Qingshan made Zhihong's heart a sigh of relief. Is it true that Zhihong's sect is so unbearable
Can't even beat a human monk
"Humph!"
Zhihong waved his arms in anger.
Zhihong probably understands recent cryptic rumors in the clan.
It means that the third elder of him is not as good as the fourth elder. If he weren't the third elder of the Lingshan Sect, he might as well let the prisoner cow do it.
"It's deceiving too much."
Zhihong sometimes couldn't stop thinking, Qin Feng was not the prisoner who specifically came to slap him in the face, or why the time of appearance was so coincidental.
"Humph."
Qingyan snorted coldly, and his consciousness spread.
"Qingyan!"
He found Qingyan, who was in the middle of the mountainside near the top of the mountain, and immediately transmitted his spiritual knowledge.
"Master?"
Hearing the sound transmission in his mind, Qingyan who was sitting in meditation was taken aback for a moment. Then he respectfully asked, "What's the matter?"
"Go down the mountain to teach an arrogant man."
Zhihong finished speaking concisely, then paused, and said: "Qingxuan, Qingfeng, Qingyu, and Qingshan are all defeated in his hands."
"Understood, please rest assured, Master."
Qingyan heard the profound meaning of Zhihong's words at once, and then he narrowed his eyes and spread his spiritual consciousness.
"Qin Feng!"
Qing Yan quickly understood the outline of the matter.
A monk in the human world, the previous brother of the four elders.
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"well."
Qing Yan nodded in satisfaction and stood up.
I saw that he was very strong and had an extremely tall frame.
One of his hands hung down and spread over his knees. They were incredibly long, but not thin at all. On the contrary, they gave people a strong and terrifying feeling.
"It just so happened that my King Kong Fu Mo Fist had a breakthrough."
Qing Yan rolled up his five fingers and squeezed his fists, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
Immediately, a terrifying aura spread from Qing Yan's body.
The next moment, Qing Yan's tall figure disappeared in place.
Lingshan Sect, the other courtyard under the mountain.
Qin Feng was independent, and the nearby Lingshan Sect disciples were speechless.
Qingxuan was defeated, and Qingfeng, Qingyu, and Qingshan were also defeated together.
It is not that there are no people whose cultivation base is higher than that of the Qingfeng trio, but none of them can defeat the trio of Qingfeng so lightly.
Facing such a strong Qin Feng, the disciples of the Lingshan School only felt hot pain on their faces.
"It's unreasonable, that is, the Son is not there. If the Son is there, where is your turn to be so arrogant and domineering."
The disciple of the Lingshan School thought bitterly.
Had it not been for the Meng Lan Bon Festival five years later, the holy son and all the disciples who could participate were stepping up their time to retreat and practice, and there was no figure, Qin Feng would have been beaten to the ground.
Thinking about it this way, these Lingshan Sect disciples could find a little bit of face in their hearts.
"Brother Qin, let's go back."
Zhao Tiange smiled and shook his head and glanced at the surrounding mountains and forests, feeling sad for the nearby Lingshan Sect disciples.
Looking for trouble to find Qin Feng's head, it is simply a crime.
"it is good."
Qin Feng was waiting to turn his head, and the distant mountainside suddenly rose up with a terrifying aura that looked like a Vajra King.
"who is it?"
Qin Feng could feel this momentum coming towards him.
"Qingyan, Qingyan."
Feeling this momentum, the nearby Lingshan Sect disciples were suddenly refreshed.
"This is Qingyan, almost becoming the existence of the Son of God."
These Lingshan Sect disciples turned their heads one after another.
The horrible figure came suddenly and fell in the mountains and forests.
"Big brother."
Qingxuan, Qingfeng, Qingyu, and Qingshan walked to Qingyan in shame, lowering their foreheads.
Qing Yan looked at the little blood on Qing Feng's chest, her eyes a little bit cold.
"The injury doesn't matter."
His voice was quiet, but it was very oppressive.
While Qing Yan was speaking, the surrounding Lingshan Sect disciples were all silent.
"It doesn't matter, big brother."
There was a little bit of cold sweat on Qing Feng's forehead.
"Huh, it doesn't matter?"
Qing Yan snorted coldly, turned his hand and took out a pill the size of a sandalwood bead, "I have it."
"Oh."
Qing Feng wiped the cold sweat on his head, secretly glanced up at Qing Yan's face, didn't dare to say more, directly stuffed the pill that Qing Yan had handed into the entrance, and sat down cross-legged.
"That's Zijin Dahuandan."
A disciple who knew Qingyan's medicine pill rolled his eyes speechlessly.
It was a luxury to use Zijin Dahuan Pill to heal a small injury.
Of course, this person also thought about it in his heart, but he didn't dare to reveal a little bit of careful thought in his heart.
The scene is silent, everyone is waiting.
Qin Feng stopped, and stood calmly on the spot.
Zhao Tiange felt the awe-inspiring gazes of the surrounding Lingshan Sect disciples, and whispered: "It seems that an incredible big man has arrived."
No, just look at the reactions of the surrounding Lingshan Sect disciples.
"so what."
Qin Feng raised the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly: "I have been in bed for more than a month, just to move my muscles and bones. I haven't warmed up just now."
Qin Feng didn't take it seriously.
Waiting for a large amount of steam to evaporate from the top of Qing Feng's head, Qing Yan turned his head: "Qin Feng?"
His voice was cold, and his words spoke with an awe-inspiring aura of no anger and awe, although he was doubtful, he was full of affirmation.
"What's the matter?"
Qin Feng asked disapprovingly.
This momentum was not enough to make Qin Feng moved.
"I heard that your Excellency was on the coast of the East China Sea, defeating the saint son of Lianhuazong, Feng Wuhuang, with a high level of cultivation and no talent in the next.
"At the same time, I want to tell your Excellency that this is the Spirit Mountain Sect, and you cannot tolerate your madness."
Qingyan bowed his hands in a salute, neither humble nor humble.
"It's so good."
Qin Feng smiled and said faintly: "It just so happens that I also want to see the methods of seeing the spiritual mountain sect masters."