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After Master Zifeng finished his preaching, his maid knocked on the jade. With the lingering sound, Master Zifeng floated up first and flew towards his own float. Eighteen girls followed closely behind, rowing on both sides, like the immortal wings. In the misty clouds, the scene was fascinating.

Tens of thousands of people stood up and applauded at the same time, moving to the selfless dedication of the Immortal Master Zifeng. Amid this thunderous applause, there are also discordant notes, such as the Green Leaf Real Man.

He smiled flatteringly and said to Tang Cheng: "Brother Dao, you can write the first half of the story. This is not delayed. I have prepared my writing and ink."

Although he is also fascinated by the beauty of the Zifeng Immortal Master, Green Leaf is quite self-aware. Compared with the unparalleled beauty that can only be seen from afar and cannot be played with, preaching notes are the most important thing in Green Leaf’s mind.

At this time, Zi Feng had already gotten into the float and was dragged by the peacock to fly deep into the white clouds. Its speed was like lightning. In just a moment, Zi Feng would disappear in front of everyone. Tang Cheng had no time to hear the noise of green leaves, so he hurriedly spread his wings, turned into a purple light, and chased after him.

"I'll go, what's the matter? This is?"

The palm that Luye patted Tang Cheng's shoulder suddenly fell into nothing. He used his force and almost turned over and fell to the ground. Tang Cheng's speed was too fast, which was even more unpredictable than the space transfer.

When he adjusted his figure and looked into the air, the floats and purple light disappeared without a trace. He was shocked and confused. Tang Cheng's method was shocking. This means that if Tang Cheng was surprised, it would be enough to kill Green Leaf in seconds before all the reactions of Green Leaf.

Only then did Luye realize that in the past ten hours, his life and death were completely stolen by others. Later, when he realized it, Luye Zhenren was sweating profusely and was afraid.

Tang Cheng did not catch up with him immediately. After he hung the float far away, he kept the distance between about a hundred miles, not far away or approaching.

A quarter of an hour later, Zi Feng finally realized something was wrong. How could Zi Feng remain indifferent when he was in a yin and yang realm?

The peacock restrained his wings, and the float suddenly stopped and stopped moving. A maid turned around and flew towards Tangcheng. The distance was still far away, and the maid shouted in a sweet voice: "Who is the madman? Don't you know that the immortal master never explains the question of preaching? If you are tactful, leave quickly! Otherwise, the divine punishment will come!"

Tangcheng seemed to have never heard of it, and his wings fluttered, and the purple light flowed. Tangcheng had already floated before the float. The two colorful peacocks were frightened and retreated three feet a little later.

Tang Cheng bowed his head and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, please!"

The maids on both sides were stunned by Tang Cheng's boldness. On Fenghuaxing, everyone was respectful when they saw the Zifeng Immortal Master, and they were so reckless as Tang Cheng.

How could Zi Feng forgive those who offend him? In the eyes of these maids, Tang Cheng's fate was only a dead end.

At this time, the maid who turned the road to scold Tang Cheng had returned. She was the leader of the sixteen maids, and she usually looked ugly like the bottom of the pot. She was about to be angry and scold Tang Cheng, but she heard the fairy master Zifeng in the float say leisurely: "It turns out to be a guest from afar!"

Zi Feng's words made the maid shut up. No matter how unwilling she was, she had to swallow her anger and digest it. When the master spoke, the servant had no room for the servant to let him in. As maids who served Zi Feng for many years, they had great experience in this.

"Friendly Taoist eyes, I am Tangcheng, who is from Wuzhuang Temple!" Tangcheng smiled faintly and politely complimented.

Wuzhuang Temple?

In just three words, it was enough to make the eighteen maids move. Among the Taoist sects, who doesn’t know that the Wuzhuangguan has a huge power, and it is several times stronger than the second-to-last Medicine Buddha Hall.

"What's the matter with fellow Taoist?" Zi Feng finally confirmed that Tang Cheng's strength was comparable to hers, and he didn't dare to stay in the float anymore. Without having to wait for the maid, Zi Feng lifted the curtain and walked out.

In the void, both sides stood opposite each other. The white clouds and mist were swept by the strong wind, whistling by, and the coolness was swaying. However, under such a strong wind, Zi Feng's dress only swayed slightly, adding to the three-pointed immortal style.

Tang Cheng smiled and bowed, saying, "Zi Feng is here to ask for help!"

Zi Feng's heart was shocked, and he waved his hand slightly, saying, "If you have the strength to the best of your ability, Zi Feng will definitely not dare to postpone it!" Zi Feng did not say anything to death, and it was an unwise choice to hurriedly agree. Tangcheng traveled thousands of miles and rushed to Feng Huaxing through hundreds of star fields to beg for her help, which must be a very difficult thing.

"I need some servants in the realm of the soul. I wonder what the Immortal Master Zifeng has? If the fairy spoke, Tang Cheng would definitely not ask the fairy to return empty-handed."

"Slave of the Soul?" Zi Feng became even more alert.

In order to relieve the doubts, Tang Cheng raised his hand and opened the fetal hiding realm. Jiang Mosquito and his wife appeared about a foot in front of Tang Cheng. The two stood respectfully and did not dare to move.

When Tangcheng first learned the Vajra Physal Tripitaka, he was very careful, for fear that he would be accused of practicing Buddhism and Taoism and killing demons and eliminating demons. But now no one in the world cares about this.

Tang Cheng pointed casually and said with a smile: "I only have two servants. I have felt that the staff is not enough recently, so I need some to provide some." After pausing, Tang Cheng said again: "Looking at the eighteen maids of the immortal master, I am so luxurious, I won't tell me that you know nothing, right?" After that, Tang Cheng smiled softly.

Among the masters, the Ascensioners who enslaved the Little Thousand Worlds of Medicine Temple, Tangcheng is an open secret.

Tang Cheng said this to block Zi Feng's rejection mouth. Zi Feng was silent and seemed to consider the words, but his appearance was as calm as water.

After a while, Zi Feng opened his mouth and said lightly: "Regularly speaking, fellow Taoist Tang is a guest from afar, and Zi Feng shouldn't have refused. But I really don't have a good man to help fellow Taoist, and I have never heard of similar news.

These girls were all trained by me slowly, and they can be regarded as successors to my disciples." This sentence is so clear that Tang Cheng is impeccable.

Tang Cheng shook his head and smiled, saying, "Fellow Taoist Zifeng really said I have no choice! If I leave, but ask Wuzhuangguan to let the face be put to the point?" This sentence is a distortion. As soon as this statement came out, Zifeng's expression suddenly changed. Just as some people said, "You want face but ask me to be embarrassed." Isn't that ridiculous?

Zi Feng responded correctly, but Tang Cheng originally meant to find fault with him. At this time, when he saw Zi Feng ruling from many ways, he decided to throw the truth aside.

Language is sometimes so powerless. Since words are ineffective, then use fists to reason. The truth is only on the edge of the blade. Although this sentence is biased, it is not without any reason.

On the billions of planets in the Lion Star Realm, Tang Cheng chose Fenghua Star alone, so naturally he had his own reasons. Among the many star realms in the Demon Master Hall, there are countless monks who like to express themselves, but when they reach the Yin-Yang realm, there are very few who like to express themselves.

After several years of trekking, Tangcheng chose the Zifeng Immortal Master. Generally speaking, people who like to show off will cherish their lives. Those who cherish their lives will inevitably be afraid of death!

Fear of death is exactly the reason why Tang Cheng chose this place. Of course, the lack of experts on Fenghua Star is also one of the reasons why Tang Cheng chose this way. For example, now that Tang Cheng and Zi Feng are fighting, there will not be too many people coming to disturb him.

"I have two small tricks, please give me some comments."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Cheng stroked with one hand, and the Yin-Yang Sword Rainbow ran across thousands of miles, and endless thunder was hidden in this ordinary black and white sword light. Unless a master of the same level could sense the smell of destruction hidden deep in the sword rainbow.

Among the eighteen maids, the cunning maid began to mock him in a low voice. Especially the one who was defeated by Tang Cheng, he spared no effort.

"What's so amazing about a mere light belt? Do the sisters say so?"

"That's right, with such a level, I still dare to block our way, and I really don't know how to live or die."

Among the eighteen people at the scene, there were not many who agreed. The remaining women understood that the one who could make their immortal masters silent was not a peerless handsome guy, but a heavyweight in cultivation.

Only cultivators of the same level or higher level are worthy of the great troubles of Master Zifeng. Therefore, if you wantonly speak out, it may be a disaster for them.

The saying that silence is gold is truth no matter where it is.

Although the voices of these maids were small, Tang Cheng and Zi Feng's five senses were so powerful that they could naturally hear them clearly. Zi Feng's face turned a little red, and others could not see it, but how could she not understand that Tang Cheng was definitely a real Yin-Yang cultivator.

From the subtle point of view, the Yin-Yang Sword Rainbow is constantly decomposing the surrounding vital energy and converting it into the Yin-Yang two energy, so as to be absorbed by it. In a sense, the Yin-Yang Sword Red is already alive.

Looking at the smiley expression on Tang Cheng's face, then looking at the Jiang Mosquito and his wife standing respectfully, and listening to their maid's so-called stupid words, Zi Feng finally got angry and shouted: "Shut up!"

The few maids who were talking were immediately silent.

Tang Cheng smiled just right, but added fuel to the fire. Zi Feng looked cold and pulled out a purple branch. The purple maple leaf like a palm was like a new pick, as if it could drip into water.

"As long as fellow Taoist defeats me, your requirements will naturally be met!" Zi Feng's face was full of confidence. Although Tang Cheng's Yin-Yang Sword Rainbow was extremely domineering, Zi Feng also saw some weaknesses.

This ultimate trick has always been used as a means for cultivators to hold the box. Zi Feng estimated that although the Yin-Yang Sword Rainbow was extremely wide, it might not be able to hit her.

However, the next moment, the Yin-Yang sword rainbow beside Tang Cheng suddenly split. One by one, ten-mile-long sword rainbows crisscrossed, turning into a net of sky, covering Zi Feng like lightning.

After many years, Tang Cheng can easily control the Yin-Yang Sword Rainbow. If you use your arms and fingers, you are too modest. Tang Cheng's body is still, and Yin-Yang Sword Rainbow can play hundreds of ways.

As the sword net fell, Zi Feng waved the colorful branches in her hand, and the lightning on both sides of her body disappeared. However, the thunder net was generated again in the moment of destruction, turning the nearby ten miles into a sea of ​​thunder.

I saw thunder running around and no one was seen.
Chapter completed!