Chapter 125: Mystery is open

"The master of our fire sects is coming." The avenues of the four flamingoes that quickly flew in the road reminded me: "The morning breeze, when you see the mountains, you must restrain yourself. Try not to conflict with him, lest he find an excuse to kill you."
"Yeah." Ye Chenfeng nodded, but the heart did not mean to endure.
Because he knows that with the character that must be reported in the leisure of Youshan, even if he has tolerated it again and again, he will not let himself go.
Not to mention, Ye Chenfeng also wants to kill the mountains, if it is not the snow drifting help, I am afraid that I was killed by the secret road.
"唳唳..."
The four flamingo birds screamed and drove a huge gust of wind and landed.
And the three great Wufu flying spirit beasts, when they felt the strong breath released by the flamingo windbirds, were obviously restless and did not dare to approach them.
"The disciples are doing a good job, seeing the master of the sword."
The road saw a man wearing a white robe, his hair was white and his body was exuding with a sigh of exuberance. The old man first jumped from the flamingo wind bird and immediately stepped forward, respectfully marching a disciple. .
"The owner."
When I heard the name of the old man of the crane and the boy, Ye Chenfeng showed a hint of surprise. He did not think that the real spirits were opened, and the Tianhuo Zong sent a sword to the main hall of one of the four lobby owners.
And the status of the church in the sky fire sect, surpassing the elders, is the second big man after the lord, the sword lord, and the four lobby owners have the strongest attack power, which shows that Tian Huozong attaches great importance to the true spirit.
"Dao Bai, you have been away from Tianhuo Zong for ten years."
Jiantangtang master looked at the road of bowing and bowing, and there was no trace of expression on his face. He asked with a thick voice.
"The disciple has been away from Tianhuo Zong for eleven years and three months." The Taoist white said with respect: "But the disciples are dull, the soul beasts can't change, and they have not been able to break through to the realm of heavenly beasts."
"If your Tianhuo Wufu disciple can find a big chance for my Tianhuo in the real spirits, I will reward you with a rising fairy, helping you to break through to the realm of heavenly beasts."
"Thank you, Lord."
When you hear the promise of the sword hall, the road is overjoyed. If he can get a rising fairy, he has 90% confidence, and his soul beast will change and break through to the first-class beast.
"Ye Chenfeng, we met again, I did not expect your life to be so hard, actually lived to the present."
The secluded road behind the main body of Jiantangtang looked at the straight spine, his face was not happy or sad, and there was no change in the expression of Ye Chenfeng, his pupils shrank, and he did not carelessly.
"You are not dead, how can I be willing to die before you." Ye Chenfeng smiled slightly and bluntly counterattacked.
"Hmm..."
Ye Chenfeng’s words just fell, and the swordsmen and other masters of the fire class first projected their eyes on Ye Chenfeng. Even the people of Fengyunwufu and Leishanwufu looked at him.
I was amazed by a small Wufu disciple who dared to publicly provoke Tian Tian’s genius disciple.
"Haha, I won't be so easy to die, but you may not." In the eyes of Youshan, his murder was fleeting, and he laughed and said arrogantly.
"The wish is beautiful, but the reality is cruel, and the mountains are free. You better believe in fate." Ye Chenfeng sneered and replied.
"How is the leaf morning wind, do you think that I am dying?" Youshan said with a sinking face and a gloomy voice.
"I don't want you to die, but they want you to die, so before I ask you to bite, you should see who the enemy is, don't bite like a mad dog." Ye Chenfeng said rudely.
"You dare to say that I am a mad dog."
Youshan thought that he was arrogant enough, but he did not think that Ye Chenfeng was more arrogant than himself. He even insulted himself in public, and a sigh of relief rushed out of his body and oppressed Ye Chenfeng.
"Why, this is angry, I thought you were very temperament."
Ye Chenfeng’s mouth is slightly upturned, and a fierce sword is sprayed out of his body, tearing down the temperament and tearing the momentum of the release of the mountains.
"Swords!"
Feeling the gas of the sword in the body of Ye Chenfeng, the snow-white eyebrows of Jiantangtang gently twitched, and the eyes of Ye Chenfeng changed greatly.
And the Tianhuo Zong disciples behind him, as well as Fengyun Wufu, Leishanwufu people also showed a surprise color.
Even in the Tianhuo Zongjiantang, only one disciple realized the sword, and the genius disciple of the Jiantang had already broken through the realm of the fairy beast. The power of the sword was far worse than Ye Chenfeng.
"Ye Chenfeng, don't think that you have learned the sword, you can fight against me and tell you that it is easy for me to pinch you and pinch an ant."
After being repeatedly beaten by Ye Chenfeng, Youshan could no longer control the anger in his heart, and his face became gloomy.
"Yes?" Ye Chenfeng showed a disdainful smile, coldly asked.
"Well, give me a shut up." Looking at the two men who were arrogant, Jiantangtang was angry and shouted: "I don't care what you have, but you have to remember that your enemy is a storm." Valley, the genius disciple of Thunderbird Mountain, if you give me a nest, I will deprive you of the qualification to enter the real spirit, so as not to let outsiders see jokes."
Looking at the arrogant swordsman, Ye Chenfeng and Youshan did not dare to speak again, standing quietly.
"Okay, everyone rests in place, waiting for the real spirit to open."
The sharp eyes of Jiantangtang glanced at the leaves of the morning and the mountains, and the cold command.
"Morning wind, you are too rude, I have already reminded you, let you endure some, why don't you listen, you are so opposite to Youshan, completely give him an excuse to get rid of you." When I was sitting next to Ye Chenfeng in the distance, I said helplessly.
"President, do you think I am willing to be useful? You want to deal with me, even if I want to deal with it, he will not let me go." Sitting on a relatively dry grass, whispered .
"Yes, it's better to be tit-for-tat than to make a decision." I think that Ye Shidi is not wrong." Fu Youyue, who is wearing a black long skirt, like a dark elf, said.
"Hey, things are not as simple as you think."
"Do you know who the man wearing the dark golden robes around Youshan? He is the elder of Yinyangtang, the fifth-class beast and fairy. If the mountain is in the real spirit, it will be just morning. The conflict between the wind and the leisure of the mountains, he can shoot to kill the morning breeze." The dry road white sighed a sigh.
Ye Chenfeng knows that the dry road does not exaggerate the words. If the mountain is idle, he is likely to be retaliated by the Yinyangtang, but he has no retreat. If you don’t know how to deal with him, Ye Chenfeng also Never give up.
"Mountain leisure, who is that kid, do you have hatred with him?" A yinyangtang disciple who was somewhat similar to the casual clothes of Youshan asked.
"A small fish just." Youshan said quietly.
"I don't need to help you get rid of him." asked the sharp-faced man.
"No, I have to kill him personally." Youshan took a leisurely look at Ye Chenfeng, who closed his eyes, and his eyes were full of killings.
"唳唳..."
In the evening, several birds with strong penetrating power came, and four golden birds were cut through the dusk and flew quickly.
"People in Fengyun Valley."
The Swordsman looked at the four golden birds that were flying fast, and they concealed the war in the eyes and ignored them.
After the arrival of Fengyun Valley, more than ten people from Thunderbird Mountain also came to the Black Pond Marsh, stationed outside the entrance to the real spirit.
The three major sects seem to be negotiating well, and they have not provoked each other, waiting quietly for the secret to open.
It’s just waiting for two days or so, and the more and more intense red awns suddenly map out endless red light, reflecting the world.
Slowly, picking up the red mans center, there is a space black hole.
The real spirits are on schedule...