The Wufu Sea is shaking.
Genting Immortal Palace is trembling.
The fat Baiyun boy was so excited that his face turned red.
The green clouds under the Immortal Palace finally condensed into shape,
…
"Who's next?" Zheng Fei walked among the crowd and asked in a low voice.
"Who is it?" Li Shou agreed.
Everyone he saw avoided his eyes.
Zheng Fei chuckled and suddenly lowered his head to look at Feng Ming, who was thrown to the ground.
"Or is it you?" he said.
"No, no, I'm not suitable!" Feng Ming's eyes widened in horror, but he couldn't move.
"Do you think he is suitable?" Yanzi turned to ask Liang Jiu.
Liang Jiu lowered his head: "I don't know..."
Of course, Zheng Fei didn't care whether he was suitable or not, but he smiled even brighter and walked closer to him step by step.
The two-line monks of Fengchi standing near Feng Ming included his friends and relatives, but they all just stepped aside silently.
Leave enough space.
Let Zheng Fei get closer.
The fat figure, shrouded in the aura of death, approached with an irresistible attitude.
Feng Ming completely collapsed.
"Dad! Dad!"
He even cried loudly: "Where are you!? Help me, save me, dad!"
But... no one will ever respond to him again.
His father, who always protected him and always gave him the best conditions and opportunities within his capabilities, had already died before him.
"Damn waste, shut up!"
The demon with blood-eyed eyes was suddenly irritated for some reason, and rushed towards this side, the dagger in his hand shining with cold light.
The expression is ferocious and ferocious.
"Shut up!" he growled.
The evil demon slowed down and seemed to have no intention of stopping him.
Feng Ming might die first at the hands of the devil, and then be boiled in the cauldron.
Should he be honored that two demons killed an ordinary monk like him?
There is no answer to this question.
Because at this moment, Jiang Wang moved.
He opened his hiding place and walked out of the hiding place where he had been silent for a long time.
His posture is so ordinary and his steps are so gentle, but with every step he takes, there is a blue cloud mark that suddenly appears and disperses in the sky.
He was clearly walking on the ground, but suddenly, with just a blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Feng Ming.
Too fast! suddenly!
"who?!"
"court death!"
Fang Heling, the Inquiring Man, turned around with his dagger, and Zheng Fei, the Evil Man, suddenly stepped forward and reached for his hand.
Jiang Wang picked up Feng Ming, who was still crying, and turned around again. The blue clouds dispersed, and he was hundreds of feet high in the sky!
Stepping high in the sky is like flat ground, so why bother climbing to the sky?
Immortal magic - rising through the ranks!
Yan Zi let go of his hand on Liang Jiu's shoulder and stood up.
Li Shou laughed strangely and caught up with Yunxiao.
Jiang Wang stepped forward again, and the blue clouds disappeared, and he had already hit the ghost crying fog that enveloped the mountain gate of Qingyunting.
Bang!
Flames burst out.
The blazing true fire of Samadhi was spurred out, directly annihilating the unpleasant ghost cry and burning the black mist into the sky. Clarify the world and restore the good night. The ghostly mist covering the mountain gate of Qingyunting dissipated instantly.
"Escape for your life!"
Jiang Wang shouted loudly and took a few steps. The blue clouds dispersed and the figure was far away.
Among the monks from Qingyunting who were still in the mountain gate, the monks from Feng and Chi who could only wait for death suddenly dispersed in a rush.
Among the monks with other surnames outside the two lines of Fengchi, some turned around and ran away, some froze on the spot, and some actually tried to intercept the two lineage monks. Because the human demons said that if one of the monks from Feng and Chi ran away, two of them, monks with other surnames, would die.
The obese figure of the demon rose up into the sky. He turned the steel knife in his hand, and the sharp knife marks immediately circled the Qingyunting Mountain Gate.
The ground cracked and boulders broke apart.
A huge and clear ravine surrounds the entire Qingyunting Mountain Gate.
"This line!"
He shouted fiercely and angrily: "Whoever survives will die!"
Li Shou chased Jiang but couldn't catch him, so he turned around and said, "Let's see who can escape!"
The Inquisitor Fang Heling remained silent and only caught up with the Qingyunting monk who ran the farthest, cut his neck and gouged out his heart.
Yanzi heard Jiang Wang's cry and gave up chasing. He turned directly in the sky, and his figure circled around the mountain gate of Qingyunting like a ghost.
boom!
Four corpses were dropped, and the four sounds merged into one sound, and they hit the ground.
All was quiet.
The chaotic scene was immediately frozen, as if a huge invisible slap slapped everything back into place.
The formation of ghost mist has dispersed, and among the hundreds of monks from Qingyunting in the mountain gate, no one is running away anymore.
Obviously if they dispersed and flew away, no matter how ferocious these four human demons were, they would not be able to stop them all. At least half of it can be escaped.
But in fact no one escaped.
The last chance of escape created by Jiang Wang's adventure passed ruthlessly.
Sometimes what imprisons people is not the prison outside the body, but the prison in the heart!
"Toys?" Zheng Fei turned around and asked Li Shou.
"It seems so!" Li Shou nodded.
Zheng Fei grinned: "It's fun!"
"Hurry up and cook the blood." Yanzi reminded.
Zheng Fei turned his head and looked at Yanzi seriously, even though he couldn't see anything on the mask without facial features: "We can't run fast, why don't you keep chasing?"
Yanzi's voice was shy and timid: "He looks so fierce. I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat him if I catch up."
When Zheng Fei's face wrinkled up, she suddenly roared: "Has your fat grown in your head? Someone has escaped! You don't have much time! Are you still chasing after chasing after playing for fun? What are you chasing? Chase! I’m playing tricks on you! If I can’t get the blood of balance, I’ll watch the boss kill you with one sword!”
Zheng Fei was scolded so hard that he didn't say anything. He didn't know whether it was Yanzi's real anger that made him give in, or it was the threat about the boss that made him decide to tolerate it.
In short, he immediately extinguished his arrogance, turned around, grabbed two extraordinary monks from Feng and Chi, and stuffed them directly into the cauldron.
Li Shou looked at Zheng Fei, then at Yan Zi, then at Zheng Fei, then at Yan Zi, and finally shook his head. I don’t know what he understood. Or maybe he just thinks that shaking his head now makes him look more intelligent.
Fang Heling stood outside the open space, watching all this silently without saying a word.
After killing a monk from Qingyunting who escaped, he always maintained this posture.
Of course he recognized Jiang Wang, of course he recognized Jiang Wang!
Even though it was just a face to face, even though I only heard one sentence.
How could he not know Jiang Wang?
His first official duel with extraordinary power was against Jiang Wang.
And he lost cleanly.
At that time, the sword slapped him in the face, which made him feel so humiliated that he collapsed for a while.
When I thought about it later, I just felt... how insignificant. Can that be considered shame and pain?
Together with his cousin, they were the masters of the outer sect of the City Taoist Academy who were also known as the Five Heroes of Maplewoods.
I've known him for a long time, and I've been familiar with him for a long time...
Later, he thought about the past many times and vaguely remembered that a long time ago, he had a very good relationship with his cousin Fang Pengju.
He often ran behind his cousin, practicing swordsmanship and martial arts with his cousin in a strict manner.
That is the person he admires and the target he pursues.
But why did he become indifferent later?
Was it when he first realized the importance of resources and discovered that the resources in the clan were controlled by his father?
Was it the first time his cousin lost his temper at him and called him a bastard like his father?
Was his later deliberate disdain for Fang Pengju an attempt to defeat his initial admiration and tear through the shadow that shrouded his head?
He doesn't know the answer.
He didn't know the answer, but he thought about it often.
He thought about it many times.
Because the past, the old place, the old people... can only be recalled.
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