Seeing the pity look in the eyes of the middle-aged monks, the nine evil cultivators all had bad expressions on their faces. Aren't these words mocking them as evil cultists?
"What do you mean? Do you also want to have a fight?" One of them couldn't help but shouted.
"Haha, I am not afraid of you evil demons, but the purpose of my coming here is not to fight with you. If you want to fight, you might as well make an appointment and we can have a good fight!"
When the middle-aged monk heard this, he suppressed the pity in his eyes and turned to speak to him with a stern face.
"Hmph, you just don't dare to fight if you don't dare to fight, and you still talk about these things to me!"
"As expected of an evil demon, his ability to speak with his mouth is unparalleled."
The middle-aged monk smiled lightly and said sarcastically.
Seeing that the scene was getting more intense, Liu Changkong and others spoke to comfort the middle-aged monks on their side.
The remaining members of the evil sect did not want to cause a war, so they also comforted the monks on their side.
Although their emotions calmed down, when the middle-aged monk and the evil monk looked at each other, they could see a hint of anger in each other's eyes.
After a while, a howl sounded in the sky, causing the expressions of everyone below to change.
The next moment, a figure quickly fell from the sky and landed heavily in front of the nine evil cultivators.
A headless corpse was heavily embedded in the snowy mountain soil. Judging from the clothes on his body, it was clear that he was the elder of the Guixie Sect who had just flown into the sky with Yan Qingfeng.
At this moment, Yan Qingfeng was slowly falling from the sky, holding the head of the Guixie Sect elder in his hand.
Yan Qingfeng casually threw the head in his hand at a group of evil elders, and Yan Qingfeng looked at them with stern eyes.
"Is anyone else prepared to fight me?"
Yan Qingfeng raised his eyebrows, his face was calm and calm, and the nine elders of the evil sect looked horrified.
Looking at the bodies of the elders of the Guixie Sect on the ground, the expressions on the faces of the nine elders of the Evil Sect were uncertain.
He actually killed the elder of Guixie Sect so quickly. Was it because the opponent was too strong or was this elder of Guixie Sect useless?
No matter what, the strength of this elder of the Mingyue Sect who can crush his opponents with the same level of cultivation should not be underestimated.
Suddenly, an elder from one of the nine evil sects was shocked. He raised his head and looked at Yan Qingfeng with horror in his eyes.
"Yan, Yan Qingfeng? Are you Yan Qingfeng from Mingyue Sect!"
As soon as Yan Qingfeng said these three words, the other eight elders also shook their bodies and took a step back unconsciously.
"Exactly, what, do you have any problem with me?"
Yan Qingfeng turned his eyes away indifferently and stared at the evil sect elder who spoke.
"No, no, I don't have any objections to you."
When the elder who spoke out heard that the other party admitted that he was Yan Qingfeng, he immediately lowered his head in fear and took several steps back.
The other elders of the evil sect also retreated continuously, and cold sweat could not stop rolling down their foreheads.
No matter how they guessed, they never thought that the cold-faced middle-aged man in front of them would be Yan Qingfeng, who was hailed by the evil as the God of Killing.
At this time, on Zhang Yifeng's side, after entering the secret realm, Zhang Yifeng discovered that the place he teleported to was not the location he saw from the ice crystal gate.
Frowning slightly, Zhang Yifeng looked at everything around him carefully and found that the sky was full of ice and snow, and everything in front of him was covered in white snow.
The cold is coming, but fortunately Zhang Yifeng has a strong physique, so this bit of wind and frost is not a test for him.
Not having any idea about this secret place yet, Zhang Yifeng decided to take a look while walking.
After all, everyone teleported in dispersedly, and this secret realm also had restrictions on spiritual thoughts. Zhang Yifeng could only perceive a range of 100 meters around him.
The idea of relying on spiritual thoughts to find teammates can only be put aside for the time being. The most urgent task is to find if there are any indigenous people in this secret realm.
If he could find an aborigine, Zhang Yifeng's next actions would be much simpler.
When traveling in the wind and snow, the snowflakes falling from the sky will melt if they come into contact with a range of ten meters outside Zhang Yifeng's body.
Zhang Yifeng was walking when he suddenly heard a faint howl in the distance.
Hearing the sound, Zhang Yifeng immediately set off and rushed towards the location where the howl came from. No matter what was there, it was worth Zhang Yifeng's visit.
When they came to the place where the sound came from, they saw three short figures, only half the height of Zhang Yifeng, surrounded by five huge white-haired monsters.
The largest of the five white-haired monsters roared, and the other four white-haired monsters rushed towards the three dwarves.
At the critical moment, Zhang Yifeng used his flying sword to drive back four white-haired monsters that rushed towards the dwarf.
At the same time, Zhang Yifeng's figure flashed quickly and came to the three dwarves.
Perhaps feeling the pressure from Zhang Yifeng, the leading white-haired monster howled again, turned around and fled with the four white-haired monsters.
Zhang Yifeng turned his head and saw three dwarves hugging each other, looking at Zhang Yifeng tremblingly.
"Can you understand me?"
Zhang Yifeng asked the three dwarves in a low voice. Unexpectedly, the three dwarves could actually understand Zhang Yifeng's lingua franca of the fairy world.
"Hello, we can understand you. Are you a messenger of God?"
Among the three dwarves, an older dwarf asked Zhang Yifeng tremblingly.
"God? Are you practicing Shinto here?"
Zhang Yifeng frowned when he heard this. Could it be that the aborigines here still believe in gods?
"Dear Sir, we are not delicious, please don't eat us."
The older dwarf did not understand what Zhang Yifeng meant and said to Zhang Yifeng in a trembling voice.
Seeing that the words he and the dwarf were talking about were completely inappropriate, Zhang Yifeng could only rub his forehead helplessly.
"I think you have misunderstood me. I am a human being just like you. How could I eat you? But I am indeed not what you call a messenger from the gods. I came here for other purposes. Do you know where there is a person named Immortal here?"
Do things like earthen jade exist?”
"Fairy, Immortal Earth Living Jade? Sir, I only know that the prize of the recent trial competition held in the city seems to be a strange jade. I wonder if it is the Immortal Earth Living Jade you are looking for?"
Zhang Yifeng's eyes lit up when he heard this. It turns out that there are not only aborigines here, but also a gathering place for aborigines. This is definitely good news for Zhang Yifeng.
And it seems that the Immortal Earth Living Jade is in the city of these dwarves.
"Oh? How far is your city from here?"
"Sir, our city is not far away, we can take you there!"
As soon as the older dwarf heard what Zhang Yifeng meant, he knew that he didn't want to eat him anymore, so he hurriedly said to Zhang Yifeng.