"Ah... Feng Wuyou, how dare you hurt me?"

Huanglongshan screamed and then roared.

Just as everyone was stunned, Feng Wuyou's glazed sword energy disappeared leisurely, and when the next time it appeared, it had already penetrated Huanglongshan's chest.

A hole the size of a bowl of the mouth was blown out of Huanglong Mountain's majestic chest, and even the inner armor of the magic weapon inside was pierced.

Everyone felt that the sword containing the sword intent was so terrifying!

What's even more terrifying is that Feng Wuyou was originally unable to defeat Huanglong Mountain, but for some reason he suddenly realized and even used the sword intent to severely damage Huanglong Mountain. This was simply incredible.

Feng Wuyou also seemed to be amazed by his sword. He stood in a daze with his sword. Huanglongshan, who was not ashamed and angry, murmured: "There is no fragrant grass everywhere in the world, and sentimentality is always disturbed by ruthlessness. Is this the true meaning of sentimentality and ruthlessness? After enlightenment, I finally realized it!"

"This is the fate of immortality! It is definitely the fate of immortality! The Holy Maiden Wind has received guidance from the fate of immortality!"

Suddenly someone exclaimed, and everyone changed their color and realized it suddenly.

"It must be Feng Wuyou who got the immortal fate and then suddenly realized the sword intent!"

"It must be! This poem may be the true meaning of Feng Wuyou's lovely swordsmanship and Wuyou's love. This immortal fate chose Feng Wuyou before giving a message!"

"It is hard to understand the sword intent and become a swordsman. There are only a handful of people in the world who have mastered the sword intent, all of whom are great giants. Feng Wuyou is about to rise!"

"When the sword intent comes out, who will compete with me? It seems that the rumor that the boxing intention can be compared with the sword intent is just a rumor. Before the sword intent, the boxing intention is not enough to see at all!"

All the disciples looked at Feng Wuyou with awe and enviousness. How lucky is Feng Wuyou? He got the fate of immortality so simply and realized the sword intent of the strongest attack. Even if Feng Wuyou pulled away now, his trip would be worth it!

Even the faces of several saints looking at Feng Wuyou became extremely complicated. How lucky is Feng Wuyou? He got the immortal fate in a confused way, and he didn't even need to compete with others. Xianyuan came to his door.

Only Zhou Mengxuan's whole body was shocked. She suddenly remembered what her junior brother had told before leaving. Combined with Feng Wuyou's easy access to immortality, how could Zhou Mengxuan not think too much about whether it was related to this person in the Thunder?

Feng Wuyou was naturally extremely happy. He had not lived well during this period. The pressure was like a high wall that trapped her tightly. As a saint, he lost the Sect Sword Book, which was undoubtedly apologized for his sins. If it weren't for the family's maintenance, it would probably be as simple as exile.

But Feng Wuyou knew how much the family spent to save him, and now he was proud, the depression in his heart finally dissipated. Feng Wuyou calmed down for a moment, ignored Huanglongshan, held the sword in both hands, bowed slowly to the surroundings, and said sincerely: "I don't know if it was the immortal way of giving fate or the guidance of his seniors, Wuyou thanked me here."

Ye Qiu was also stunned. He didn't expect that these people would actually regard his guidance as a fairy fate!

Then, Zhou Mengxuan suddenly flattered: "I don't know if this senior immortal fate can reward the little girl with one or two. The little girl and the Feng Saint are friends, and they have been exposed to their relationship since childhood... I have a good character, unlike these people who seek fame and reputation, nor are they robbers and bandits. I have taken care of small animals since I was a child and never killed animals. I have never done anything bad..."

Feng Wuyou's eyes suddenly glared. How could this person be so shameless? How could he say anything? When did I have a relationship with you? And it was still that kind of... friendship!

Several saints also looked at Zhou Mengxuan with contempt. After this person's appearance was destroyed, he gave up on himself. How could he still look like a saint now?

Everyone shook their heads. Saint Mengxuan was so naive. Do you think that if you say a few good words, the immortal fate can favor her?

Ye Qiu's heart was moved at this moment. Now the disciples of the sects outside all thought he was an immortal fate, so why not...

Ye Qiu looked at Zhou Mengxuan with great interest... he vomited... but he still stopped watching. A big man with a beard and even spoke delicately was so disgusting.

Ye Qiu took out five rice dumplings directly from the storage space, they were all sixth grade, all of which were left in the Aolai Kingdom Imperial City last time, and of course... added materials!

Ye Qiu sneered, don’t blame me, just blame your junior brother for being mean, and dared to threaten me! Ye Qiu processed it again, delaying the burst of medicine, and then threw it out directly at Zhou Mengxuan, which also contained the sword intent of the sky to avoid being intercepted.

The disciples outside all joked with Zhou Mengxuan in a humble way, and Zhou Mengxuan shook her head sadly. It seemed that she was thinking too much.

But the next moment, a golden crack suddenly broke out in the dark clouds, and five golden objects flew towards Zhou Mengxuan.

Everyone was stunned.

"My day... is it true?"

"It won't be so exaggerating!"

"Is it really that Xianyuan was moved by Saint Mengxuan?"

The holy sons were also shocked, but then they all had a sharp look in their eyes and almost immediately rushed up. It seemed that they were not in conflict with the world since the beginning, and they didn't even say a word from the beginning. The overpass of the Holy Son Ridge of Yuheng Holy Land also flew straight up. Huanglong Mountain, who was originally angry, no longer competed with Feng Wuyou and flew towards the golden light.

Zhou Mengxuan said furiously: "Get out of here! Being me is easy to bully, right? This immortal fate belongs to me!"

However, Zhou Mengxuan's cultivation level was only equal to these saints and saints. How could he fight four? In the lightning battle between five people, they each caught all the golden light.

The holy sons were all overjoyed and the immortal fate was obtained!

Zhou Mengxuan was about to cry out in anger and roared: "Bastard! I, Zhou Mengxuan, are incompatible with you... Alas... this is... Zongzi!"

But before Zhou Mengxuan finished her harsh words, she found that the thing in her hand turned out to be a rice dumpling, and she was stunned. Is this immortal fate playing with herself?

Everyone around them was also shocked when they saw the golden light hidden in Zhou Mengxuan's hand.

"I'll go! Why is it a zongzi?"

"Are you kidding? How could this fairy fate be a Zongzi?"

"Is this immortal fate teasing Saint Mengxuan?"

"I just said that this immortal fate would not be acquired so simply."

Many disciples have a look of feeling relieved if I can’t get it, and I can’t get it, and the other holy sons also frowned slightly. Zongzi? How is this possible?

But just as everyone was waiting for the golden light to disappear, a ray of uncontrollable sword energy burst out from the hands of the four people.

"puff!"

"puff……"

The faces of the four people changed drastically, but they were all caught off guard by the sword intent, and blood was squirting, and the rice dumplings were thrown away. But strangely, these four rice dumplings seemed to have spirituality. After the four people took off their hands, they all flew towards Zhou Mengxuan.
Chapter completed!