Chapter 80: The Mysterious Black Old Man Surnamed Lei
Feng Keyang's tone was very arrogant, and he didn't give anyone any face at all. It seemed that the three Wu Jiang people were really down-and-out casual cultivators. However, the three Wu Jiang people did not dress like figures from a sect. Peng Zhongyuan was an elder of the Shadow Sect.
, Under normal circumstances, his identity will not be revealed. Wu Jiang has an ordinary appearance, and his hands are expressionless.
What kind of big shots would these three people be?
Feng Keyang took a fancy to this, so he was so disrespectful
Just then, a carriage drove over from afar. The carriage was extremely luxurious. The horse pulling the carriage was a golden-maned horse unique to Zixu Continent. It is said that this horse has the blood of ancient spiritual beasts and can walk as fast as
Wind, even Spirit Walkers and Emperor Walkers who have cultivated to control the wind will find it difficult to catch up.
The body of the car is huge, made of ten thousand-year-old iron wood, and has many exquisite patterns carved on it. Wu Jiang observed carefully and found that these exquisite patterns were mainly made of lightning.
The driver was a dark-faced old man wearing a bamboo hat and a serious expression. However, Wu Jiang could clearly feel that the old man's cultivation level was at least an Emperor Walker, or even an intermediate Emperor Walker level.
After Peng Zhongyuan carefully observed the carriage, his expression couldn't help but change. He seemed to have discovered something that surprised him.
When Feng Keyang saw the carriage coming, he stood up quickly and pushed Peng Zhongyuan, as if he wanted to push Peng Zhongyuan aside. However, Peng Zhongyuan was a junior spiritual walker, not Feng Keyang.
A spiritual walker can push it
Feng Keyang pushed Peng Zhongyuan and found that he couldn't push him, so he cursed: "Old man, just wait for me. After I finish my important work, I will give you a good look!"
As he said that, he stepped over Peng Zhongyuan, then raised his head and looked at the black-faced old man with a charming smile and said: "Oh! It's actually Senior Lei who is here in person. Feng Keyang, the third generation descendant of the Feng family, salutes you and says hello!"
The black-faced old man who was called "Senior Lei" said expressionlessly: "It turns out he is from the Feng family! Your name is Feng Keyang! What happened here? Why are there so many people blocking the city gate? Get rid of them immediately."
Come on, don't block our lady's way!"
Feng Keyang said with great respect: "Senior Lei, please wait a moment. There are too many people coming to participate in the auction this time, so in order to prevent some casual cultivators who take the opportunity to cause trouble from entering, I specially checked here carefully, junior.
Get rid of these damn casual cultivators immediately!"
As Feng Keyang spoke, he pointed at the three people from Wujiang. It seemed that the three people from Wujiang were the ones who had evil intentions and took the opportunity to cause trouble. As soon as Feng Keyang finished speaking, he suddenly found that his outstretched hand hurt, and then carefully
At first glance, his index finger was missing. The person standing in front of him was the man in his forties who had never spoken and had an expressionless face among the three people. He seemed to owe the man in front of him a favor.
This person is none other than Guishou
Guishou has been following Wu Jiang for more than a month. Although he has obeyed Wu Jiang's words, this does not mean that he can be tolerant of others.
Feng Keyang pointed at the three of them rudely. Peng Zhongyuan and Wu Jiang looked bad, but they didn't say anything, but he was extremely angry in his heart, so he quickly rushed to Feng Keyang with a palm.
Then he cut off Feng Keyang’s index finger.
The ghost hand has a pair of spiritual weapon-level gloves on its hand. It is not afraid of water and fire. Although it is extremely soft, it is also extremely sharp once the ghost hand's spiritual power is activated. It is because of this that Feng Keyang paused.
Only then did I feel that my index finger was missing
"Ah! It hurts so much. You dare to attack me. Just wait for me. Our Feng family will not let you go." Feng Keyang said harsh words while covering his fingers. Standing at the gate of the city, he seemed to be talking to Feng Ke.
When several people from Yang's group saw this, one person escaped out of a bamboo pipe, which seemed to be a special signal fireworks.
Peng Zhongyuan said: "No, we can't provoke other people from the Feng family, otherwise it won't be clear..." As he said that, Peng Zhongyuan quickly rushed towards the person who was about to make a dazzling signal.
Unexpectedly, the black-faced old man surnamed Lei who was driving the car sneered: "You blocked our lady's road, and now you dare to cause trouble in front of me and seek death!"
As he spoke, the black-faced old man waved the riding whip in his hand, and saw hundreds of whip shadows already covering the three people in Wu Jiang. The riding whip was like a poisonous snake spitting a message, carrying a strange strong wind and shooting towards Peng Zhongyuan.
When Ghost Hand saw this, he immediately avoided it with Yufeng. The speed was so fast that it left an afterimage on the spot. When the black-faced old man saw this, he couldn't help but said "Huh", as if he was surprised by Ghost Hand's speed.
But Wu Jiang shouted to Peng Zhongyuan: "Be careful behind you!" As he said this, Wu Jiang put on the scholar's suit with a thought, and then waved his ruler with his hand, but it was about two feet long and it was not gold, not wood, not
Yu Feishi's black jade ruler turned into a huge ruler that was four feet wide and nine feet long, blocking the black-faced old man's long whip.
The long whip struck Wujiang's Mr. Chi without making any sound, but the more ordinary long whip spun around several times, wrapping around Mr. Chi like a poisonous snake.
Wu Jiang felt a huge force coming from his husband's feet. This force came very quickly and made half of Wu Jiang's body numb.
When the black-faced old man saw that his braid had been taken over by the ordinary young man in front of him, he couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise again, and the interest in his eyes became even stronger.
When Wu Jiang saw his husband's riding whip wrapped around his feet, his body was filled with spiritual energy. More than a dozen wind blades flew to the riding whip in a mess. After a few soft "chi chi" sounds, the black-faced old man's riding whip was broken into several pieces.
The face of the black-faced old man suddenly became even darker, as if a bowl of ink had been poured on his face, but he sneered and said: "Very good, I can see a Windrunner in this windy city, and he is not."
The Windrunner of the Feng Family!”
Feng Keyang heard the black-faced old man say that Wu Jiang turned out to be a Windrunner, and a strange color flashed in his eyes, as if surprised, as if a child had seen his favorite toy...
Peng Zhongyuan, who was on the side, was reminded by Wu Jiang to avoid the attack of the black-faced old man. He quickly rushed to the people standing at the city gate, slapped the bamboo pipe from one person's hand with one palm, and then smoothly knocked the other person's bamboo pipe away.
Several people restrained them, making those who were no more than walkers unable to move.
When the black-faced old man saw this, he snorted coldly and flew up. He was in the air and raised his arms. Wu Jiang suddenly felt a powerful aura coming from the black-faced old man. This feeling was unmatched by Liehuo Shenjun.
But he is much weaker than his master Yao Huang
"This black-faced old man is at least at the middle level of the Emperor Walker. What a shame! To meet such an unreasonable old man in a place like this... Sigh, it seems like we have to fight again today..." Wu Jiang thought to himself
He stood up and said to Guishou: "Leave this old man to me, you can act according to the situation!"
After saying that, Wu Jiang's body flashed, and the wind control technique was used as fast as possible. He waved the ruler in his hand, and a shadow of the ruler flew towards the black-faced old man with more than twenty wind blades.
Wu Jiang was very helpless. Although his wind blade was extremely sharp, its attack power was still not strong enough for a practitioner with a higher cultivation level than himself.
It's a pity that the people with the wind attribute in Wujiang have only practiced "Sui Feng Jue", and it's only the first volume, but the middle and lower volumes are not available at all. Many attack spells, spiritual techniques, and power skills of the wind attribute are all recorded in "
The middle and lower volumes of Sui Feng Jue
Seeing Wu Jiang's attack, the black-faced old man looked disdainful: "It looks like you are just a spiritual walker. If you dare to attack me with such a level of cultivation, you are simply bringing humiliation to yourself!"
Suddenly, a majestic aura emanated from the black-faced old man. Wu Jiang felt a bit familiar with this aura. At the same time, Wu Jiang felt a bit of danger...