At the gate of the Spiritual Palace, Ye Xiaotian threw himself on the ground and coughed up blood.
He couldn't believe it. Forgetting the masked man, how could this old man who appeared from nowhere be so strong?
A pole can break even space. Are you kidding me?
Cen Qiaofu squatted on the tree stump and played chess with Xiao Qixiu. From time to time, he hit the white-haired Taoist boy on the ground with his cane and laughed and cursed: "You brat, you have tried several times and you are still here?"
Xiao Qixiu's brows jumped wildly. Playing chess was not his original intention, but he couldn't resist the old man's threats!
If he didn't act, the three gray-haired guys lying on the ground might really not be able to get up.
"Speaking of that kid at the back, have you finished brewing it? If you have any tricks, hurry up. I've waited until the tea has gone cold."
Cen Qiaofu looked at Qiao Qianzhi, who was standing at the back and had been sitting on the mountain watching the fight between tigers and tigers. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
Well, the tea set is also homemade.
He was stunned for a moment before moving in. He didn't expect that his concealed actions would also be discovered?
However, it takes time to activate the formation. Even if he is a grand master of the spiritual formation, if he wants to activate such a powerful formation, he can save time, but it is impossible to activate it instantly!
"Hip hip hop..."
He touched his head awkwardly, "Have seniors noticed it?"
"Pfft!" Cen Qiaofu sprayed a mouthful of tea directly on Xiao Qixiu's face opposite him. This laughter...
He handed over a tissue apologetically and said, "To tell you the truth, during those days when I lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, I also played with spiritual formations, and I can barely be considered a grand master!"
Click!
Now everyone was stunned!
Ye Xiaotian's figure lying on the ground seemed to have lost all strength, even his soul was gone.
The highly anticipated final blow was stillborn before it appeared...
Everyone fell silent, and the air was eerily silent.
Cen Qiaofu waved his hand indifferently and said casually: "It's just something to kill time. I also make alchemy, but my level is not as good as that of a little guy in my family. I don't dare to say it to shame."
"The spiritual formation should be okay..."
He looked at the moving house and said firmly: "Eight Prison Pillars?"
His tone was questioning, but everyone could see the confident look on his face.
Snap!
The array disk in the hand of the housewarming fell to the ground, with a look of horror on his face.
This old man is not joking... Is he really a grand master?
The old man settled down and praised: "Okay, I didn't expect that you have also studied the 'Heavenly Mystery Technique' of that boy from Dao Qiongcang. You are really formidable!"
Qiao Qianzhi's face was pale, and he even said "Heaven's Secret Technique", which was really conclusive.
All kinds of means are used, and no one can solve this dilemma.
The "Holy Slave" only had one old man, and he really held back the five thrones of Tiansang Ling Palace!
"And you?"
Cen Qiaofu looked at Jiangbian Yan on one side and asked directly: "What method are you planning to use?"
Jiangbian Yan looked bitter and said solemnly: "Senior is joking..."
At this moment, he only regretted why he came here alone. If this old man had murderous intentions, he might not even be able to take his life back!
Holy slave, we can no longer let loose...
The news that Cenjoufu has joined the "Saint Slave" must be reported to the headquarters immediately. The result of over-indulgence over the years is to breed a tiger into trouble!
Xiao Qixiu played the chess game calmly. Up to now, only this heart-tempered and forbearing swordsman had the determination to play chess.
Since the last battle against the masked man, he knew that it was foreseeable that any strong person would appear from the "Saint Slave" again.
Steady, nothing surprising!
Keng——
At this moment, a clear sword cry resounded throughout the nine heavens, and the sword on Xiao Qixiu's back suddenly came out of its sheath, as if pointed out.
"Wan Jian returns to the clan?"
At this time, even Cen Qiaofu was shocked. The master-level sword intention is not something that can be realized casually. Within a day of being a guest in the Ling Palace, he met a?
Xiao Qixiu's pupils were shocked.
There are not many innate swordsmen in the Spiritual Palace, and even fewer have the chance to break through to the Grandmaster level.
Even Su Qianqian will have to settle for a while, unless...
"Um?"
With a bang, Xiao Qixiu stood up in shock and knocked over the chessboard.
"Su Qianqian?!"
He suddenly bent over and supported the tree stump, his eyes widened, and hissed: "The masked man is looking for the famous sword?!"
Cenqiaofu looked at the broken chess pieces on the ground in a daze. What was his dirty trick before losing the game?
"Isn't it obvious?"
He looked up at the man in front of him, wondering why this guy was so angry.
Xiao Qixiu was so anxious that he turned around and flew away, which made Cen Qiaofu angry.
"Have you forgotten what I said? If you don't like melon seeds, you can't just sit down and drink tea?"
He slapped the tree stump, and the black and white chess pieces flew up all over the ground. Then he flicked his fingers, and several scattered rays of light flew out of the air.
But Xiao Qixiu, who was flying away, didn't even look back. He blocked his sword back, and with the clanging sound, he was beaten with blood, but he still flew away.
Cenqiaofu frowned and clapped his hands again.
Whoosh!
More chess pieces flew away, and even though the two were already at an extremely long distance, they still shot through Xiao Qixiu's declining physical body.
"So hard?"
"for what?"
Cen Qiaofu was surprised. Othello, which contains the power of the Great Dao, is not easy to bear. If it is not cleaned up in time, it is likely to affect this guy's foundation.
However, since he was on a mission, he couldn't let this man go, so he picked up the pole, snatched him up in an instant, and swept him down with a stick.
Xiao Qixiu showed no interest in fighting and exposed his naked back.
Cenqiaofu finally had a strange look in his eyes, but he still waved his hand mercilessly.
boom!
There was a blast, and the crystal space fragments exploded. Ye Xiaotian inserted his hand into the sky and broke out a piece of sky again.
He was the one who helped Xiao Qixiu block this blow just now!
Boom boom boom...
Eight heavenly pillars fell from the sky at the right moment, locking Cenchofu inside.
The two elders reappeared with fighting spirit in their eyes, "You are old bones, let's give it a try!"
In the distance, Jiang Bianyan sighed. He didn't expect that the person in the spiritual palace had just said that, but he couldn't hide now.
"Fight!"
Ye Xiaotian gave an order, and thunder suddenly surged in the "Eight Prison Pillars", and the space was shattered.
No matter how hard he tried, Cen Qiaofu didn't intend to accept the charged attack from the great master of the spiritual formation, but as soon as he thought about moving, he found that the space was actually imprisoned.
Hard to guard against!
boom!
A shocking explosion almost filled the night sky, and even half of the mountain range was blown into powder.
The large formation of the Spiritual Palace was too close, and it was shattered by the impact, revealing every bit of night inside.
Almost at the same time, all the disciples in the inner and outer courtyards covered their ears, and those with low cultivation levels were even struck with tinnitus.
Fortunately, the formation protected everyone, and there were not many casualties among our own people.
Jiang Bianyan looked at Qiao Qianzhi in shock. He couldn't believe that this explosion was caused by him. If he was trapped in it, could he get out safely?
As the dust and mist clouds dispersed, everyone was filled with anticipation...
Did you make it?
"Ahem!"
A cough made several hearts chill.
Cen Qiaofu raised his eyebrows, his face was covered with blood, and his clothes had already been changed, so he couldn't see clearly the injuries inside.
But the blood dripping from the fingertips indicates that this blow will definitely not be comfortable.
"The next generation is to be feared, the next generation is to be feared..."
The carrying pole had been blown away. The old man pulled out the small iron ax from his waist and looked at the housewarming with eyes full of admiration.
"You are very good!"
He twisted his wrist joints, pushed back the dislocated bones, and said in a solemn voice: "It seems that I am going to use my strength!"
Qiao Qianzhi twitched the corners of his mouth twice and found that his back felt a little chilly.
He looked behind him and secretly clenched his fists.
"Old Xiao, come on, people have already helped you hold back, the rest..."
Will there be masked people on the other side?
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, I felt a pain in my throat. There were difficult people on both sides. How to fight?
But the determination in his eyes never flinched, and his fighting spirit was reignited.
"If you are my apprentice, you will risk your life to get there!"