Not only the Cheng family members were shocked, Xie Feng also felt strange.
What is going on with this powerful warrior in the Martial God Realm of the Motian Holy Sect?
He actually made such a decision that as long as he defeated an inner sect disciple, he could replace him.
Although the Motian Holy Sect is a demonic sect and acts without scruples, it is too hasty.
"Why, you don't want to?"
The man in the black air asked coldly when he saw Xie Feng's indifferent expression and his lack of joy.
"The Motian Holy Sect is the number one sect of the Demon Sect. I naturally wish to have the opportunity to become a disciple of the sect."
Xie Feng said quickly.
Originally, he thought that when this powerful warrior god arrived, he could only fight to the death.
And even if you try your best, you won't even have a 10% chance.
Now, as long as he defeats an inner sect disciple, he can escape from this calamity. It is indeed as he said, and it is what he wants.
"Sir, our Cheng family's city is not far from here. Why don't we rest among our clan and wait for Gao Wu to arrive?"
The head of the Cheng family looked at Xie Feng with a livid face, then his face immediately turned into a smile, and he said flatteringly to the black man.
As a result, he was so angry that he didn't answer at all.
The Cheng family wanted to please this powerful warrior god, but was frustrated. Everyone ignored him and could only look at Xie Feng angrily and take it out on him.
Xie Feng was too lazy to pay attention to these people, and simply sat down under the black air and slowly circulated the Shura Yuan Tu Sword Sutra.
However, because the power of this technique was so astonishing, Xie Feng did not dare to use it to the extreme, and only used 30% of his strength.
But even so, he still exudes a terrifying murderous aura, which makes people feel as if they are visiting Shura's slaughterhouse, and they feel fear in their hearts.
Just after Xie Feng practiced for a while, several more figures rushed over.
The visitors were also several strong men from the Demon Sect, all of whom were at the Martial Saint Realm. Their aura was astonishing, and demonic energy surged around them.
"It's Ancestor Xie Yun!"
"Why is Ancestor Xie Yun here!"
Visitors were surprised when they saw the black air in the sky.
These powerful men from the Demon Sect are all the true disciples of the Motian Holy Sect. Although they could not see the person in the black air, they recognized the identity of the person in the black air immediately.
"This person in the black energy is actually Patriarch Xie Yun, one of the few remaining ancestors of the Holy Religion!"
Hearing the exclamations of several people, several members of the Cheng family were also shocked. They never expected that the person who came was actually an ancestor of the Holy Religion.
You must know that there are a total of five ancestor-level figures in the Motian Holy Cult. Their cultivation levels are above the seventh level of the Martial Emperor Realm, and their status is higher than that of the leader.
People like the Cheng family are only in the Martial Master Realm. Although they can sense the Martial Emperor Realm aura emanating from Patriarch Xie Yun, they just thought that the person who came was just the Supreme Elder of the Motian Holy Sect. How did they expect that it was a
Ancestor.
"Disciple has met the ancestor!"
After several true disciples of the Holy Religion recognized the identity of the man in the black air, they immediately came to pay homage under the black air.
However, there was no sound coming from the black air, and it seemed that they didn't bother to pay attention to them at all.
Patriarch Xie Yun ignored him, and several true disciples of the holy religion were immediately embarrassed. Now they were kneeling on the ground. Patriarch Xie Yun didn't let them get up, so how could they dare to get up.
Otherwise, if you kill a disrespectful person, your death will not be too ugly.
But if Patriarch Xie Yun never spoke, could he just kneel like this?
With their cultivation strength, even if they could kneel down for ten days and a half, there wouldn't be any problem, but they couldn't just keep kneeling down like this without knowing anything.
"Who are you and what is going on?"
Although Patriarch Xie Yun and the others did not dare to offend him at all, after scanning Xie Feng and everyone in the Cheng family, one of the young men in purple robes asked coldly.
Xie Feng had already stopped practicing after these people arrived. Seeing this person asking questions with contempt on his face, he was naturally too lazy to answer and continued to operate the exercises.
"How brave! How dare you ignore me!"
The young man in purple robe was furious. A martial artist with martial master level dared to ignore him.
If it weren't for Patriarch Xie Yun being present and not paying attention to them, Xie Feng would have killed Xie Feng long ago if he dared to be so rude.
"Master Zhenzhuan, this boy is indeed bold..."
When the head of the Cheng family saw the young man in purple robe getting angry, he quickly spoke and told what happened.
"So, it was you who issued the talisman?
You are all the clansmen of Junior Brother Cheng Gaowu."
The purple-robed young man frowned. Unexpectedly, the young man who was practicing in the distance was actually spotted by Patriarch Xie Yun. As long as he defeated Cheng Gaowu, he could enter the Motian Holy Sect and become an inner sect disciple.
To these true disciples of the Holy Religion, the disciples of the inner sect are naturally insignificant.
But it is extraordinary that Xie Feng can be valued by the ancestors of the teaching.
You must know that the five ancestors in the sect all have terrifying cultivation levels and are like divine dragons that never see their tail. They, the true disciples, don't have many opportunities to see them, let alone be valued.
Therefore, for a moment, the eyes of the five true disciples of the Holy Cult looked at Xie Feng with some changes. Some were confused, some were jealous, and each had their own thoughts.
"Boy, what's your name, and what's your origin?"
The young man in purple robe stared at Xie Feng and asked coldly.
"Master Zhenzhuan, my name is Li Hao. I am just an ordinary warrior with no background."
Xie Feng opened his eyes, casually borrowed Li Hao's name, and said lightly.
When the young man in purple robe heard this, he was furious. He was so angry that he wanted to stand up and teach Xie Feng a lesson, but was stopped by one of the five true disciples.
"Junior brother Xiu Mo, no!"
The leader, the true disciple, is also a young man. He is dressed in green clothes, has a handsome appearance, and fair skin. If it were not for the powerful demonic cultivation that exudes from his body, he would not be able to tell that he is a member of the demon sect.
This man in green is the most tyrannical among the five. He is at the ninth level of the Martial Saint Realm. The other four people also vaguely take him as the leader, as if they are following his lead.
"Senior Brother Luo Fan, this damn thing is too rude. Don't say that he is not a disciple of the sect, even if he is a disciple of the inner sect, I can kill him with just one word!"
Xiu Mo said gloomily.
I was forced to kneel here for no reason, unable to get up, and I felt resentful.
It's just that this resentment naturally didn't dare to be unleashed on Patriarch Xie Yun in the black energy, and could only be unleashed on Xie Feng.
"Ancestor Xie Yun is here, it's your turn to speak, so shut up!"
Luo Fan said calmly.
Things were really strange today, and he couldn't figure out what was going on.
Ancestor Xie Yun has not appeared in the Holy Sect for at least several decades, and has never interfered in the affairs of the Sect. He actually treats a young man of the Martial Master Realm in a different light. He really does not dare to be careless.
.
Although Xie Feng needs to defeat Cheng Gaowu in order to become a disciple of the Holy Religion.
But when their five true disciples came, Patriarch Xie Yun ignored them, but he did this to a boy of unknown origin. There must be some reason for this.