A stone tablet that was supposed to be erected was now lowered to the ground, with three characters engraved on it, Wentianzong.
Among the group of warriors in gray robes, the only middle-aged man in white robes was standing on the stone tablet.
He is the head of Qingyun Sect, Feng Yuanzhong.
The aura emanating from his body told everyone that he was a ninth-level Qi Gathering warrior.
"Wen Wenshan, wait for a while, and if no one comes out, send the head to them. It seems that we are usually too kind, and the other party thinks that we dare not be cruel!" His face changed slightly, showing a malicious look.
After Feng Yuanzhong finished speaking, he glanced at the Wentian Sect disciple who was kneeling on the ground.
This time I came here and captured two disciples of Wentian Sect. One of them was tortured, and finally he lost his cultivation and was thrown in front of the other party's hall.
Wen Wenshan raised his eyebrows, and then said flatteringly: "Sect Master, let me do the dirty work!"
Seeing the sect master nodding slightly, Wen Wenshan walked over with a sinister smile on his face and stepped hard on the ankle of the disciple of Wentian Sect. Suddenly, there was a harsh sound of bones breaking.
"Ah... Wen Wenshan, you white-eyed wolf, if the former sect master hadn't taken you in, you would have starved to death on the mountain. Just wait, the sect master will avenge us!"
The man on the ground let out a scream and began to curse the other person.
Wen Wenshan is a disciple of the Wentian Sect. He left the sect three years ago and finally joined the Qingyun Sect.
"Haha... That useless sect master has wasted so many elixirs and his cultivation is not as good as mine. You should wake up!"
After stepping on the opponent's two feet continuously, Wen Wenshan returned to Feng Yuanzhong and lowered his head respectfully.
"Wen Wenshan, are you sure Wentian Sect really has the secret book of Xuanjie Kung Fu?"
He was able to seek refuge with the Qingyun Sect only by taking the sect's secrets and signing a certificate of surrender.
"Back to the sect master, this is absolutely true. I overheard it by chance."
For small sects like them, the Xuanjie Kung Fu Secret Manual is an irresistible temptation.
If a sect wants to rise, it needs nothing more than skills, cultivation resources, talent, and time. These four are indispensable.
"Hahaha, once you get this skill, the sect will not treat you badly." Feng Yuanzhong had an excited look on his face.
The time when Qingyun Sect targeted Wentian Sect coincided with the time when Wen Wenshan took refuge.
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"Old man Feng Yuanzhong, you really have no end!"
An extremely angry voice sounded all around.
"The peak warrior of the Qi Gathering Realm!"
Everyone in Qingyun Sect looked panicked and quickly took a few steps back.
"Why are you panicking? Just stop, you are not a peak Qi Gathering Realm warrior!" Feng Yuanzhong showed a calm look on his face, and the vitality in his body flowed to his feet. He stamped his feet hard, and a crack appeared on the stone tablet.
"Yes, our sect leader is also a peak warrior in the Qi Gathering Realm!"
At this time, everyone remembered that there was a strong person on their side.
"Hahaha... A Qi Gathering Realm warrior brings a group of Houtian Realm, Gu Haocang, are you dragging the sect disciples out to die?" Feng Yuanzhong blinked, and then said contemptuously: "No, there is also a Houtian Realm.
A useless sect master who is not even a realm warrior!"
"Feng Yuanzhong, you succeeded in making me angry, and the consequences will be serious!"
In a sect, it is okay to insult others, but the existence of the sect leader is taboo. Hearing what the other party said, Gu Haocang glanced around, his eyes were like looking at a dead person, which made all the disciples of Qingyun Sect shudder.
"Wen Wenshan, take his head and you will be the inner disciple after you go back!" Feng Yuanzhong pointed at Lin Feng, with a look of excitement on his face.
"Sect Master..." Wen Wenshan's face changed slightly, and he glanced at Gu Haocang with a worried look on his face.
"Don't worry, he can't even take care of himself now!"
Feng Yuanzhong stared at Gu Haocang with a sinister smile. He must defeat the opponent this time. Even if he couldn't, he would still inflict heavy damage on the opponent.
"Sect Master, I'm going right now!"
With no worries, the remaining former sect members were no match for him. Wen Wenshan's eyes became bloodthirsty, and he stabbed towards the opponent with the long sword in his hand.
"Lin Feng, lend me your head!"
A warrior at the peak of the Houtian realm and a peerless master in the world, Wen Wenshan's sword was fast and accurate, going straight to the opponent's neck.
"How ridiculous!"
The moment he was about to stab the opponent, Wen Wenshan closed his eyes. The scream he was supposed to hear turned into a laugh. The long sword in his hand seemed to be blocked by something, and he was so frightened that he quickly opened his eyes.
"This... this is impossible, how could you become so strong? You are not a waste?" His eyes widened with a frightened look on his face.
Lin Feng should be a big difference from himself. Now Wen Wenshan looked like he had seen a ghost. The other person clamped his long sword between his fingers.
"You're not a good person, you just want to be a lackey, damn it!" Lin Feng shrugged, with a look of disdain on his face, and the energy in his body burst out instantly.
"Sect Master, I am also asking the sky..." Wen Wenshan opened his eyes wide, with a look of regret on his face.
"late!"
The next moment, Lin Feng pressed his palm on the opponent's chest. The smell of barbecue was in the air. Wen Wenshan's face was pale and bloodless, and his body slowly fell back. There was a black handprint on his chest, as if he had been struck by lightning.
"It's your turn next!"
Lin Feng slowly turned around and looked at Feng Yuanzhong, who was still standing on the sect's stone tablet, expressionlessly.
"A peak Qi Gathering Realm warrior!" He pursed his lips, with a look of astonishment on his face.
"Two powerful men!" The disciples of the Qingyun Sect were slightly startled, with expressions of despair on their faces.
"Why are you panicking? You are just a piece of rubbish that relied on pills. You think you are invincible because you killed a piece of trash in the Houtian realm?" Feng Yuanzhong raised his head with a look of disgust on his face.
"Everyone, please come forward and kill their sect leaders. Whoever gets the treasure on the mountain first will own it."
There must be brave men who are rewarded heavily, not to mention that there are more than a dozen warriors at the peak of the Houtian Realm on my side, and there are three warriors at the early stage of the Qi Gathering Realm. As long as I entangle Gu Haocang, and the rest of the people watch Lin Feng, victory still belongs to him.
On your own side.
"Elder Gu, your opponent is me, where are you going!" Feng Yuanzhong raised his eyebrows, with a cold look on his face, and stopped Gu Haocang with a palm.
"The Black Devil's Palm!"
Feng Yuanzhong struck out with a palm, and immediately a black palm print continued to enlarge, sweeping towards the opponent.
"Fan Long Finger, break it for me!"
Gu Haocang raised his fingers together, and a white light flashed past.
"boom!"
A loud noise erupted where the two men met.
In the astonished eyes of everyone, the black palm prints were destroyed by white light.
"Xiantian realm!" Feng Yuanzhong's expression changed instantly, with a look of surprise and inexplicable surprise on his face. He never expected that the other party's cultivation level would break through.
"Die!"
Now that your strength is exposed, just kill the opponent directly.
"Fanlong Finger!"
next moment.
A hole appeared in Feng Yuanzhong's chest, and blood was flowing out!
"You will regret this!" This chapter has been completed!