Chapter 30 Short confrontation

When you are ready to give up, think about why you insisted...

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"What?"

The remnants of Fengyang Zhenjun in front of many Yuanying monks disappeared, but Fengyang Zhenjun's ontology had long been flying away. At the same time, they were surprised and jointly selected three new Yuanying monks with the lowest cultivation to bring those disciples who followed them to the nearby sect, and they These 42 Yuanying monks fell on the mountain again. It was not until this time that they knew why Fengyang Zhenjun was so angry. It turned out that the "water beads" that were quietly placed on the high platform and shrouded in various colors of light disappeared, but these people did not disappear at all. It was found that who stole the "water spirit pearl" and was in front of so many Yuanying monks and a master in the late Huashen period. If it hadn't been for the final rage of Fengyang Zhenjun, I'm afraid none of them would have known that the "water spirit beads" had disappeared now.

"Awesome! That's awesome!" While sighing, Jian Zhenren observed the unharmed light mask, which seemed to have never been touched. He couldn't help marveling at the cultivation of the master who came to steal the "water spirit beads". Seeing the puzzled eyes of the crowd, he turned his head and said, "Everyone doesn't know that this mask is not because of the many monks present at that time. Man is composed of a spiritual force, so if you touch it suddenly, it may cause an explosion. However, this master of stealing treasures stole treasures silently. Although we were all listening to the words of the dragon swordsman at that time, so we were a little distracted, after all, Fengyang Zhenjun was a real master in the late Huashen period. Even he didn't find out until the other party left after stealing the treasure, which means that this The speed of an enemy is so fast!" Speaking of this, Jian Zhenren smiled bitterly and said helplessly, "It's ridiculous that I'm still fighting here, but I didn't expect that a master stared at the water spirit pearl. I'm afraid the other party will finish our joke, and then the person who finally got the water spirit pearl steals the treasure at the happiest time and makes us laugh. It's really It's deplorable..."

Hearing the words of Jian Zhenren, everyone nodded and said yes. Thinking about the dozens of infancy monks who died for the "water spirit beads", everyone sighed in their hearts. This is really a wedding dress for her!

The Dragon Swordsman lowered his head and thought, and then looked up to ask everyone, "I don't know if Elder Fengyang can catch the thief who stole the treasure this time, so that we can open our eyes and take a good look at who this bold thief is?"

"That's not necessarily!" Situ Lang said coldly and saw that everyone was looking at him puzzledly, and then said lightly, "Since the master of stealing treasure did not appear at the beginning of our fight, it shows that our cultivation is just a joke in his eyes. I'm afraid that our cultivation is also extremely horrible, although it is said that Fengyang Zhenjun's His cultivation is extremely high, but if the other party can steal treasures at this time, I'm afraid he is also ready to be discovered by Feng Yang Zhenjun. Now Feng Yang may be fighting with that master?"

"What?"

"No way?"

"Fengyang Zhenjun is a master in the late period of the godhood?"

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Hearing the words of Situ Lang, the king of assassins, many monks in the Yuanying period sighed that they were mixed with disbelief, but how could Situlang's character be said in detail? Instead, he sneered: "Belie or not, you will know later!" After saying that, he turned his head and found a place to sit cross-legged.

Yuanyingqi, who was at the peak, was arguing about whether Fengyang Zhenjun could catch the master of stealing the treasure. At this time, Fengyang Zhenjun was mixed with a bone of shock in shock. Looking at the black wings close to him, however, no matter how secret he urged him, he could not catch up with the other party. And looking at the other party's breath, he is actually a master of the peak of the Yuanying period who has not yet entered the divine period.

The image of Fengyang Zhenjun at this moment is no longer the old man who was talking in the crowd, but a red wooden sword under his feet. A red whirlwind above his head is spinning rapidly, and the speed has even soared to the extreme. On the contrary, the treasure thief he is like walking in the court, and the darkness behind him The two wings gently flapped, pulling away the distance that Fengyang Zhenjun had finally caught up with again, but looking at the other party's face, he was a charming young man.

"Thorn--"

The young man in front suddenly stopped flying, but the invisible airflow between the black wings were like a sharp blade, cutting the space in front of him. Suddenly, the space storm filled the whole void, so that Fengyang Zhenjun had to stop chasing.

At this moment, Feng Yang Zhenjun had the leisure to carefully observe the boy who took away the water beads from under his eyes, but he saw that the other party looked calm, wearing a white robe, against the black wings gently flapping behind him, like a demon from hell, charming and calm.

"Who are you?" The spiritual power in Fengyang Zhenjun's body rotates silently and rapidly, and the red whirlpool above his head is like a river that has accumulated for thousands of years. It seems that it will burst out of the embankment at any time, and the whole person's momentum is fierce and forceful.

"Original Mountain!" The young man opposite smiled faintly, and then gently shook the long blue hair above his head. Suddenly, a fing blue light burst out in his blue eyes. He stared at Feng Yang Zhenjun and said, "In the next boy, it was annoying for Feng Yang Zhenjun to chase him in person, but he was a little neglected. Today, he happened to be idle, but he happened to be to Feng Yangzhen. I hope you don't push me back!"

Listening to Yuanshan's flattering words, but in fact, Fengyang Zhenjun was stunned first, then raised his head and laughed. The laughter shocked the void. The white clouds thousands of miles away were also shaken into fragments by laughter. After laughing for a long time, Fengyang Zhenjun put away his smile, hummed arrogantly, and then said to Yuanshan. "I have left the cultivation world for thousands of years, but I don't know when the young people in the cultivation world have become so arrogant. Yes, I admit that your speed is extremely fast. However, in my opinion, these are not your real skills. He completely relies on the pair of black wings behind you, and if I look good, You are not a human, but a half-demon!"

When talking about the word "half demon", Fengyang Zhenjun's originally dim eyes suddenly burst out two fine light, and the back was more and cold. Regardless of the original mountain in front of him, he looked up at the void, looked at the red sun that was about to fall in the sky, and whispered, "Half demon, Why do you still appear in the world of cultivation? Don't you know that half demons are neither human nor demons, so you can only exist humbly. Immortal practitioners kill you, demon practitioners kill you, and even demons will kill you. Why are you all so stupid?

Hearing Feng Yang Zhenjun's illusory words, Yuan Shan was stunned. Has there ever been a half demon in the distant world of cultivation?

However, it seems that Fengyang Zhenjun only evoked a wisp of memory. When Yuanshan was still thinking about the other party's words, Fengyang Zhenjun's eyes were already cold. He took a meaningful look at Yuanshan, waved his hands gently, and his lips moved slightly. Suddenly, a wisp of illusory words spread to Yuanshan. "Young man, for the face of my deceased old friend, I only made three moves. If you can resist it, then you can leave with Shuilingzhu, but if you can't stop it, you can only hand over Shuilingzhu and follow me. It's up to me how to punish you at that time!"

As soon as Fengyang Zhenjun's words fell into the ears of Yuanshan, the red whirlpool that was still spinning in the air exploded. At the same time, Fengyang Zhenjun's body turned into illusory, and countless little figures rushed out of his body, and the exploded red clouds appeared on the head of each separated figure. Tao, suddenly, all directions of the original mountain were rushed towards the original mountain by a red cloud above Zhenjun's head by countless illusory winds.

"Let's take a move of the old man to cover the sun first!"

With the words of Fengyang Zhenjun, the countless illusory figures have rushed to the eyes of the original mountain, as if to cover the sky and the sun, covering all the body of the original mountain. The countless red clouds above the head also flashed red light, as if they would explode at any time.

"Break! Broken! Broken!"

Three bursts in a row, and countless five-color glow rushed out of the body of the original mountain and greeted the countless figures. When the five-color glow met the shadow, the glow integrated into the red clouds above the shadow's head, and then countless red clouds above the shadows flashed red.

"Bum--"

Mushroom clouds flashed in the void, and Yuanshan had already left the whirlpool of explosion in the slight fanning of the black wings behind him. However, judging from the slightly gasping breath and pale face, this move also burdened Yuanshan.

However, Fengyang Zhenjun did not stop at all. As soon as Yuanshan left the whirlpool of the explosion, he saw the red wooden sword that had been stepping on at Fengyang Zhenjun's feet hanging high in the air. The dark red black light flashed and cut towards the original mountain. The speed was so fast that Yuanshan did not react at all. Fortunately, Yuan When the mountain rushed out of the explosion group, the Kunpeng virtual shadow above his head appeared. Seeing that it could not be avoided, the Kunpeng virtual shadow that swallowed the fertile days on the top of the original mountain suddenly opened a big mouth.

"Roar--"

In an unspeakable roar, a huge black airflow erupted from Kunpeng's virtual shadow mouth and collided with the red wooden sword. At the beginning, the red wooden sword was still like a broken bamboo all the way, but when it penetrated hundreds of feet, it was finally blocked by the black airflow.

However, Fengyang Zhenjun's third move has been issued...

PS: That year, the wind and snow flooded the capital. That year, he was amazing! This, perhaps, is the ultimate expectation of all street writers...