"Nonsense, do you need to say more?" Jun Wei turned around angrily and glared at the disciple who shouted "little monster".
However, he also looked in the direction he was looking, and saw a dark mass in front of him, roaring towards him.
"Hmm?" He was puzzled and was wondering where this force nearby came from, but he couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried. After all, the people living near the Yinling Spring had already moved away, and it seemed a bit desolate.
But seeing the huge crowd, one can tell at a glance that it is definitely not something that a small sect can possess...
Feng Qingyang moved forward quickly and saw the crowd in front of him. They were almost approaching the outskirts of Yinlingquan. They had originally planned to arrive this afternoon, but the group of black-armored soldiers behind them seemed to be full of energy, so they had to hurry on their way.
Just like a meteor chasing the moon, the formation of half a day was shortened by more than half...
"Who is in front?" At this time, Jun Wei suddenly shouted loudly, and a visible sound wave force swept towards Feng Qingyang and others.
"Roar!" Seeing the sound wave coming, Feng Qingyang's heart sank, and he sank his energy into his dantian. He suddenly opened his mouth and roared towards the front. Immediately, the power of the sound wave was driven away by the red umbrella.
Then, chaotic sound waves swept towards the forest on the ground, causing it to fall down instantly.
Seeing this, Feng Qingyang's eyes turned cold again. This person actually wanted to kill as soon as he opened his mouth. He had no grudge against him...
"It's impolite not to reciprocate!" he thought to himself. After he roared out the power of the sound waves, he quickly drew a line in the air. Suddenly, a wind blade appeared out of thin air and cut towards Jun Wei and others.
"Drawing talismans in the void?" Jun Wei's pupils shrank. Looking at the wind blade that was flying rapidly, a trace of disdain flashed across his face, and he immediately waved the white feather fan in his hand.
call…
Similarly, a strong wind suddenly arose in the air, instantly assimilating the wind blade into nothingness.
After these two simple moves, the distance between them was quickly shortened. In an instant, they were only a hundred meters apart, looking at each other from a distance in the air.
"Who are you?" Jun Wei no longer teased Ling Xuezhu at this moment, but stepped forward and looked at Feng Qingyang with pride, a natural aura of a superior emanating from him.
This aura was not acquired, but was born naturally in his bones. Jun Wei, the top genius of Xiaoyao Sect, must have his reasons for being arrogant.
Feng Qingyang, on the other hand, seemed somewhat embarrassed. He did not have Jun Wei's handsome face, nor his strong background. He only had himself.
"Guiyuan City—Feng Qingyang!"
"Feng Qingyang?" Jun Wei frowned and muttered twice, as if he had heard it somewhere before. After a few moments of silence, he suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Feng Qingyang in disbelief.
"Are you the Red Devil?" he asked in surprise, but then cursed himself for being so stupid. The other person's blood-red hair had already revealed his identity, but he had never remembered it.
It's really a case of looking for something in vain, but it's easy to find. He sneered to himself. During the audition, he was in seclusion, so the sect only sent disciples to go. But those disciples followed Lu Xun and were supposed to get a good fortune, but they were wiped out after going in. The culprit was the red-haired young man in front of him—Feng Qingyang.
"Red Devil, do you know who I am?" After knowing his identity, he suddenly felt relieved. His strength and talent were comparable to Lu Xun. When he thought of the news that Feng Qingyang defeated Lu Xun, a dazzling light suddenly burst out in his eyes.
That is the fighting spirit, the fighting spirit that only comes when facing an opponent of the same level.
"Who are you? What does it have to do with me?" Feng Qingyang looked indifferent, obviously not taking him seriously. For some reason, when he looked at the handsome young man in front of him, he always felt a little irritated.
"How dare you! This is my senior brother from Xiaoyao Sect. How can I allow a little zombie like you to be unreasonable?"
Before Jun Wei could say anything, a disciple jumped out from behind him. He was about thirty years old, with a big beard, holding a shining flying sword, and pointed at Feng Qingyang proudly and said.
"Quack..."
Feng Qingyang suddenly felt murderous intent in his heart. He snapped his fingers and a stream of magic power that he had compressed to the extreme rushed out and instantly pierced the man's forehead.
Snap…
He died on the spot without even a grunt, and there was still a hint of arrogance in his eyes.
"Ah... murder?"
"Tong Hai... form a formation!"
"roar!"
Seeing the blood, the black-armored soldiers of the scattered cultivator army, who were already afraid of chaos in the world, immediately raised their necks and looked at Jun Wei and others with murderous intent.
Following Feng Qingyang's command to form a formation, they quickly dispersed and formed a large cone-shaped formation. They all displayed their magic weapons in their hands, and the murderous intent surged, instantly overwhelming the sky and the earth.
This is a tacit understanding, a murderous aura that comes from being on the battlefield for a long time. Guiyuan City does not keep idle people. These monks who joined Guiyuan City are fighting all the time, fighting for Guiyuan City's territory and resources.
Therefore, when they released their murderous intent and formed a neat and uniform formation, they immediately stunned Jun Wei and others!
"Do you know that you killed someone from my Xiaoyao Sect?" Jun Wei's face sank into the water, without the previous smile, and murderous intent grew in his eyes, but a look of surprise flashed in his depths.
Before, Feng Qingyang killed someone with a snap of his fingers. Although it saw his action, it was still a beat slower than him. When it wanted to save the disciple who was speaking, it found that his forehead had cracked and he fell into the void. He was already dead!
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!" Feng Qingyang showed no sign of weakness and completely ignored his pressure and murderous intent. The five hundred black-armored soldiers behind him released their murderous intent together.
Suddenly, the sky was filled with wind and clouds, and it looked like a river of blood was about to flow, and a war was about to break out!
But at this moment, Ling Xuezhu suddenly inserted himself between the two of them. He looked at Feng Qingyang meaningfully with his charming eyes, and then looked at Jun Wei affectionately and coldly, and said in a delicate voice: "What are you doing? Are you going to fight as soon as you meet? Is there any law?"
puff…
Everyone was stunned, even Feng Qingyang, who was originally full of murderous intent, almost choked on his saliva. He followed his gaze and looked carefully at the woman in front of him.
She took off her long pink skirt, revealing an arm that looked like a white lotus root. There was a gleam of light on her arm, and suddenly a faint fragrance wafted out.
"She is indeed a remarkable woman!" Although it was the first time he saw this woman, a sense of familiarity flashed through his mind. This was not to say that he already knew her.
But - that kind of character!
This personality is very similar to Qian Duoduo's, equally unruly, equally willful and unreasonable, but the difference is that Qian Duoduo is not as charming as her, on the contrary, she is more straightforward!
"Duoduo..." he murmured involuntarily.
"Duoduo? Who is Duoduo?"