Fei You transformed into a demonic shadow, overlooking the group of cultivators.
The evil spirit that was underestimated at the beginning is finally relieved today.
The so-called demon cultivators, those who act recklessly and disregard the law, are feared by the world.
Looking back on those days, Fei You also practiced hard and wanted to become famous all over the world with his own efforts.
Later, he had an affair with a disciple of Xuanzong and was expelled from the sect.
I won’t mention it much since I got good luck later.
Fei You also participated in the Xuanzong Conference that year.
But he was not allowed to enter the house, so he could only look at each other from a distance outside the mountain, feeling envious.
Now we meet again, but times have changed.
Looking back a hundred years ago...
"Xuan Songzi, we also called you elder, why are you not invited to Xuanzong's grand gathering now?"
"The Xuanzong sect of Du Dao has been upright for thousands of years and is the leader in upright cultivation in the world."
"How can you be so callous and unkind? It makes us ashamed."
Feiyou saw the shadow of Xuan Songzi in front of him and grinned, his face full of sarcasm.
Although he is a demon cultivator, he is also a monk.
Before you get the upper hand, you won't be like a gangster, using the family tree as a saturated attack area and blooming in all directions.
The shadow transformed by Xuan Songzi closed its eyes and said nothing.
Seeing this scene, Feiyou became even more arrogant.
He possesses a magical treasure from the upper world to protect himself, so even if his cultivation is lacking, it doesn't matter.
Today is the Xuanzong Conference after all.
Even if he comes back defeated, he can still make the other party disgraced and lose all face.
It can be said that there is nothing to fear.
It can be considered an advantage of playing away from home.
After all, if a fight breaks out, it won't be your own territory that will be the bad one.
As a result, he acted more and more domineeringly.
"I heard that among Xuanzong's sect, there was a famous person who was so famous that he almost came out on top in all the great events in the world."
"Why don't you see me today?"
"My disciples are no better than that one, so don't be afraid and be bold."
While Fei You was provoking, he heard an angry shout coming from below.
"That demon cultivator! Our Xuanzong conference today is also a grand event in all directions."
"My master is here to invite the most virtuous and well-known cultivators in the world, who are called fellow practitioners."
"You and others are practicing filthy and filthy ways and have no virtue. How can you be worthy of this banquet?"
"You still dare to talk nonsense?"
As soon as Fei You thought about it, he saw a man with a gun approaching in a menacing manner.
"Demon Lord, stay here and watch my disciples take him!"
When the demon disciples nearby saw this, they immediately became energetic.
Then he turned into black mist and flew away with murderous intent, trying to stop the opponent.
Feyou didn't stop him, he looked at the features of the visitor thoughtfully.
This seems to be that Yu Wenjun.
I don’t know if he is really the first person to succeed Xuanzong as rumored.
These big sects always like to praise false reputations and cannot take them completely seriously.
Let the disciples give him a try.
As a result, the disciple flew up to Yu Wenjun, and before he could speak, he was killed by the opponent with one strike.
He didn't even wait to hinder the opponent even half a cent!
For a time, there were cheers from all directions.
Feiyu looked around coldly.
I saw some cheering, some silent, and some just eating and drinking.
These timid little guys couldn't even make a fart just now.
Now that the momentum has reversed, they become noisy, but it doesn't bother them.
When he makes a big fuss, these rats will have their effect.
Feiyou had already figured out his nature.
The true cultivation of high virtue, fame and good deeds?
There was a little sarcasm in Feyou's eyes.
In this world, how can anyone be so pure?
Who can reach such a state without being stained with sin?
However, this guy does have some skills.
Feiyou saw clearly that the opponent killed his disciple without using any magic power.
His ability to attack and kill relies solely on the weapons in his hands.
Eighty-Nine Mysterious Skills?
It's really awesome...
It's a pity that it's just a newborn calf, how can it achieve the power of Xuan Gong?
Fei You thought, and then the magic weapon roared out.
Without saying a word, he just jumped up and down!
He is a demon cultivator and has no morals...
When the disciples behind him saw Fei You taking action, they no longer held back.
They all wielded their magic weapons and fought with the Xuanzong monks who had been watching them for a long time.
For a moment, Dharma light splashed everywhere, and demonic energy arose...
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"Crunch..."
Yi Xia chewed the bones until they made a crunchy sound, feeling a bit like peanuts.
The fight is in full swing outside.
Considering Yu Wenjun's explanation, Yi Xia ignored it.
He had taken a look before and found that they were all monks from the lower realm.
According to the relevant description on Zongwang, it is an existence of extraordinary level.
In this way, if you smash a few hills at most, you may not be able to damage the earth's veins, so it's not a big deal.
The boy who was responsible for Yi Xia's meals was a little worried:
"Dear guest, why don't you go downstairs to rest first."
"The demonic cultivators are making a lot of noise outside. There is a magic circle protecting us below, so they can't come in."
He had obviously never seen such a scene outside, and his own cultivation was average, so his face was a little pale.
"It doesn't matter, you can just go."
Seeing his trembling appearance, Yi Xia didn't embarrass him and said directly.
The boy hesitated after hearing this.
Then he looked at Yi Xia who continued to drink, gritted his teeth and ran downstairs.
"Why is it just you? Where is the distinguished guest?"
As soon as he came down, someone pulled the boy and asked.
"He didn't want to come, so he just let me go."
The boy replied.
"Sigh, most of these monks care about their fame and despise their lives. I'm afraid they are afraid of losing their reputation as a master."
"Why bother?"
"Wouldn't it be helpful to keep a useful life and have both in the future?"
The person who asked the question shook his head and said with some emotion.
After a while, I saw the movement outside getting louder and louder.
The person who asked the question had a somewhat uncertain expression. He lingered in place for a while, and finally patted his thigh:
"No, I have to go and persuade you."
"He is a distinguished guest of our clan. If something happens to him, it will be a disaster."
Then he opened the magic circle and walked up.
He is the steward of the mansion here, and he is deeply trusted by the mountain sect.
Therefore, he was granted the authority of the magic circle.
If it were an ordinary Xuanzong monk, he would not be able to get in or out at this time.
When everyone below saw this, they looked at each other in shock.
After a while, someone asked the boy in a low voice:
"Then what is the background of this distinguished guest?"
The boy hesitated for a while, and then said uncertainly:
"It seems that he is a good friend of senior brother, and he seems to be from a foreign land."
"That day, my uncle was very vague. He only said that he was an honored guest and asked me to wait for him to be entertained. Don't neglect him. He didn't give any details."
Everyone was a little confused when they heard this.
Generally speaking, Xuanzong's entertainment had its own standards.
Whether it is an outside monk or a large number of disciples, there must be a plan to deal with them one by one.
For example, there are differences between the master's close friends and fellow disciples, and only then can rules be established.
This uncle doesn't even tell the truth, which makes people a little confused.
But after all, they are the ones they can't afford to offend.
Outside the magic circle, the old steward carefully listened to the movement outside while touching upwards.
After walking nervously down the corridor, I saw Yi Xia finishing the last piece of meat on the table.
Seeing the old steward, Yi Xia asked directly:
"But here to serve food?"
The old steward fell into deep thought after hearing this.
Can my Xuanzong delicacies make people ignore life and death?
This chapter has been completed!