Chapter 105 Behind the Scenes

A black-haired teenager stepped out. Above the top of the mountain was the rising morning sun. The morning light was shining through the golden dragon luster of the dragon hall, which showed unparalleled momentum, just like a god descending to the earth.

It's just that this god is smiling, handsome and extraordinary, more like a delicate scholar.

In contrast, the tall man standing behind him with a cold face like frost and black hair showed the extraordinary momentum of god-domineering.

"Miss, put on your clothes. The mountain wind is very cold."

Wu Pengwei smiled and smiled indifferently at the butterfly dance in panic. After that, he took a step and went straight to Xiang Qingyi, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's you!"

Xiang Qingyi almost jumped out of his teeth, and his fierce and bloodthirsty eyes were as ferocious as a wounded beast.

Wu Pengwei brushed his sleeves. His coat had been put on the butterfly dance, and he was wearing a worn-out blouse and calmly and indifferent. "Give you three blinks to disappear in front of my eyes, otherwise, I will take off your dragon skin."

"Ji Jie, it's up to you?" Xiang Qingyi could almost spit out fire in his eyes. He twisted his neck, made a crisp bone twisting sound, and roared in a low voice at the "Yin" behind Wu Pengwei: "If it is not included, I will let you die in the three blinks."

Wu Pengwei smiled and said, "It's time."

Then, it was almost the fastest speed that could be captured by Tsing Yi. A golden humanoid flame came. The speed was so fast that it was incredible. He almost instinctively pressed his arms in front of his chest, urging all the power, and wanted to fight against it as a punch in the chest.

Unfortunately, the power of this punch is empty and without any strength.

The next moment, Xiang Tsing Yi only heard a joking word in his ear, and his tone was as calm and indifferent as ever.

"You are a fool in dragon's skin, with only strength and no brain."

Shocked by Qingyi's heart, a strong force came from his back, like a wave turning, stacking endlessly, instantly smashing his body away, penetrating the Dragon Emperor's hall, and abruptly smashing the mountain peak and stone opposite, with only a trace of human form.

The disciples of the Dragon Emperor Sect were stunned and didn't know what had happened.

As strong as Xiang Qingyi, a strong man who can tear the master of the martial arts level into pieces can't stop the punch of the beautiful teenager in front of him, which is simply incredible.

"Yin" came from behind Wu Pengwei and whispered, "I finally know why you are so pleasing to women?" You are so cool!"

Wu Pengwei was stunned, but "Yin" pouted and pointed to his side. He turned his head and saw that the beautiful butterfly dance was looking at himself with a grateful face, with complicated eyes.

"I don't think it's like a dragon, but more like a ** dragon." Wu Pengwei smiled, ignored the obscene "yin", came to the dragon emperor's suzerain, Long Xie, and bowed: "I've seen the dragon suzerain."

Long Xie nodded and returned a respectfully salute: "Thank you, Saint Wu, for saving me. If the saint hadn't been here, the reputation of the Dragon Emperor would have been destroyed in the hands of the wicked today."

"Sage Wu? Is this teenager also the top master of the martial arts realm? It doesn't look like..."

"Yes, it's really too young, and a punch flew to Qingyi. What kind of magic power is this?"

The crowd whispered, and they didn't believe that this seemingly elegant teenager was actually a master of martial arts.

"Yes, this person is Wu Pengwei, the proud son of the Jiangnan Martial Arts Alliance, and Wu Pengwei."

I don't know who made an exclaim in the crowd. Everyone suddenly realized that this person was indeed Wu Pengwei in the Jiangnan Martial Arts Alliance.

In fact, it's not to blame everyone's clumsiness. Wu Pengwei has experienced several baptisms. Although his face has not changed when he killed Miaowu with a sword, his expression is very different. Especially after experiencing the Tianlei quenching body, he practiced King Kong's immortality to the highest level. His domineering spirit is exposed, and then he is easy to wash the marrow with the power of stars. The temperament is more mysterious. At this moment, there is a sense of ethereal and sacredness that people almost worship and can't think about it.

Just like the god king above the nine heavens, there is a trace of elegant and handsome human atmosphere. That is the natural color of experience and unfavorable over the years. Even after the baptism of thunder, it is difficult to hide it.

Although everyone has posted Wu Pengwei's wanted notice in the sect, it can be compared with the top master like a god in front of them, and they dare not easily connect it no matter how similar it is. This is human's normal. If it weren't for the Wu saint of Long Xie, I'm afraid that everyone would not think of going together.

With martial arts saints, all martial arts saints are honored as saints by the martial arts in the world.

Wu Pengwei held his fist and smiled, "Master Long, there is no reason to be demonized in Qingyi, but to be instructed. Seeing that the Dragon Emperor has a big disaster, I am willing to help, but after it is done, I still want to ask the patriarch to do something. Naturally, if the suzerain refuses, he will not force it."

"A big disaster?" Long Xie smiled and looked miserable: "Thirty years ago, when I first became famous, I was instructed by Mr. Water Mirror last time. He said that on the day of the clock broke, there will be a great disaster in the Dragon Emperor Sect. This doom is not inevitable. Unless the real miracle of Shenwu before the 'evil Moon' is presented, otherwise, the disaster will be eliminated. Think about it, today It should be the disaster."

Long Xie sighed, but after all, it was the suzerain of a sect, the leader of martial arts in the world. He glanced at a group of disciples on the top of the mountain and immediately made a decision, "Well, just for this mountain disciple, even the thousand-year reputation of the Dragon Emperor is nothing. As long as you can save the lives of this mountain disciple, everything is up to you. You can take the authentic Shenwu left by the ancestors.

Long Xie waved his long sleeves and cut off the last trace of concern for the authentic Shenwu in his heart.

Wu Pengwei gave a thumbs-up and praised: "The suzerain is so brave. I won't do a loss-making business in my life. Please rest assured, with me, the disciples of this mountain will definitely be safe and sound."

"Okay, Saint Wu is really natural, unpretentious, and has the demeanor of a master. I thank him in advance." Long Xie clenched his fist and sincerely praised the other party, without any false politeness.

The world is in a hustle and hustle, and all of them are favorable. The other party has no friendship with his own sect, and today's helper will also make it clear that such a person is not pretentious, not hypocritical, and obviously open-minded, which is of great benefit to future cultivation. Long Xie was also the supreme strong man of a generation, who understands the importance of a frank state of mind. If a martial artist has reached the realm of martial arts and is still hypocritical, then this person will definitely become a demon and can't pass the delusions in his heart. If he tries to possess everything by force, the domineering desire in his heart is too deep, and one day he will go into the devil. Not again.

Like Wu Pengwei, the two are debatable, which shows the quietness of his mood.

What's more, this "true miracle of Shenwu" is a legacy of the god of martial arts. Who will not be moved? To take a step back, today's Dragon Emperor Sect is not worth it at all. This "Shenwu authentic" does not need to be discussed. I'm afraid that the Dragon Emperor Sect will be difficult to continue to protect it.

Wu Pengwei and Long Xie obviously gave him a step, a decent step.

The wise man of dragon evil? How can you not understand?

At this time, Wu Pengwei waved his sleeves, and thousands of disciples in the mountains disappeared at the same time. He turned around and smiled at Long Xie, "Please let the suzerain enter my fantasy. Otherwise, the opponent will be several times stronger than Xiang Qingyi for a moment. I'm afraid I can't take care of the suzerain."

The dragon evil was silent, and his expression was strange. He shook his head and sighed, as if he had been old for decades.

"There is a magic mirror in the fantasy territory, which can show the battle in reality. There is no need to worry." Wu Pengwei smiled and explained.

"Worried?" Long Xie smiled bitterly and said, "I'm not worried. You are a fellow martial artist, and you still have such a realm. Compared with you, I just feel that my 60 years of hard work is just a joke, a big joke."

Long Xie looked up and smiled, waved his long sleeves, and stepped towards Wu Pengwei's left hand.

Wu Pengwei waved his long sleeves, and then stood with his hands behind his back. He turned to the loud voice above the sky and the left of the sky: "Since you are here, why hide? Although the sky is cool, the top of the mountain is not bad. Why not come down?"

Suddenly, there was a sound of shock above the nine clouds.

"Huh? Can you see me? It's strange that my invisibility method is based on the analysis and practice of hundreds of years. It can be said that it is unparalleled in the world. Except for the boss's Ziming Zhenqi, there should be no qi, blood or divine thoughts in the world that can detect me. It's strange. How on earth do you know?

Above the clouds, thousands of clouds suddenly converged like a reverse shrinking wave, converging at one point, forming an expanding and fluffy snow-white cloud. Above the clouds, a big fat man in a white robe is constantly wiping his sweat with the silk scarf in his hand, looking extremely entangled, as if he is constipated.

"Mom, are there any men who use silk in this world?" "Yin" came to Wu Pengwei's side and whispered.

Wu Pengwei curled his lips and said, "Who knows."

The fat man drove down the white clouds and fell to the top of the mountain like a feather. With a wave of his big sleeve, there was a huge throne on his side. The throne was made of white jade, with a large piece of snow leopard fur, soft and comfortable, and flawless.

The fat man is a fastidious person. First, he lifted his robe and wiped some dust. Then he sat up, and then waved his hand. Ten million meters away, Xiang Qingyi, who was shot through the mountain wall, suddenly made a roar. The electricity broke out and half kneeled at the feet of the fat man.

"God, I'm incompetent. I'm ashamed of you."

Xiang Qingyi changed his previous arrogance and tyranny, just like a domestic rabbit.

The fat man waved his hand, "I can't blame you. It's that this boy is too perverted. It's normal for you to deal with him."

"Kid, can you tell me how on earth did you detect my existence?" The fat man is still struggling with this problem.

"No comment, but..." Wu Pengwei deliberately lengthen his voice and smiled mysteriously: "If you play a game of chess with me and win again, you will naturally tell you."

A game of chess?

The fat man frowned.