Deep in the jungle, there is a pool with an area of about several hundred feet, with layers of ripples.
Surrounded by the edge of the water pool, the blue crystal demon sand mist seems to be affected by the water vapor and cannot diffuse above the water pool, making it the only safe area deep in Muyun Gorge.
Feng Jueyu was standing on a wet rock at the edge of the pool, looking warily at the gods gathered near the pool.
After a cursory glance, I found that there were six men and three women in this group.
In addition to the old man who attacked him before, there were eight other people, and one of them, a bald man, was the culprit who had just sacrificed two silver knives to him.
Not counting the two, there are still seven...
Including Feng Jueyu, there are exactly ten people.
Feng Jueyu was also secretly surprised that he escaped here inexplicably.
The Tianying Mountain Range is guarded by four ridge sub-prefectures in the four directions of southeast, northwest and several carefully arranged formations.
Coupled with the special dangerous environment of the Tianying Mountains, no one should be able to break into the depths of the mountains.
Why did so many experts suddenly gather in Muyun Gorge?
Judging from the appearance of these people and the fluctuations of true divine power floating on their bodies, it seems that they are all second-turn gods.
No, there are two of them who are first-level gods, but their cultivation level is already very close to the second-level realm.
Among the ten people, only his own realm is that of a minor god.
When Feng Jueyu looked at several strangers, he didn't know that these nine strong men who seemed to have extraordinary skills at first sight were also observing him.
The old man who raised the Sun-dazzling Rat had just suffered a heavy loss. He secretly admired Feng Jueyu's skill and did not immediately strike back.
This gave everyone the opportunity to observe him.
There was silence around the pool. After a moment, a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing Liangyi robes directly to the left of Feng Jueyu spoke first: "Hey, he is actually a little god. The news about these five buildings has spread widely.
Yes, even the little god knows that Muyun Gorge is a treasure, but how did this little god get in, I'm very curious."
Feng Jueyu knew that the other person was talking about him, after all, he couldn't understand the strong contempt in his tone.
Before he could speak, a charming young woman in a floral dress across from the Taoist giggled.
"Geez, look at this little guy's skill. It seems to be extraordinary. He was able to dodge Master Tu's snow-silver swords. That's not bad."
"More than that."
As soon as the girl finished speaking, a hunched-over Toutuo laughed shrilly.
She was holding a cane with a red blood jade on the head, and said in wonder: "This man's swordsmanship is amazing. He can condense seven kinds of Taoism. It is obviously extraordinary. Madam Mei's Cicada Eyebrow Sword is only
Ten principles, right?”
When the young woman heard the voice, she immediately raised her eyes and said with red lips like blood: "Dog Taoist, do you dare to underestimate my cicada eyebrow sword?"
As she spoke, the young woman's jade-like wrist was slightly raised, and no matter how she cast the spell, a sword energy appeared in her palm.
This sword energy is as thin as a feather, and the blade silk is smooth. After the energy is condensed into the sword, there is still a little bit of black wadding-like energy lingering and turning.
There are golden star spots dancing among them, representing eight kinds of principles.
This sword energy is not threatening, but anyone who looks at it will inevitably have lingering fears.
Feng Jueyu is an expert in sword-wielding. At first glance, you can probably guess that this woman's sword intention should follow a light and weird path.
The sword energy was like thin feathers and cicada wings. If the hardness was not considered, it might be the sharpest sword energy he had ever seen.
Listening to the three people talking, Feng Jueyu knew that the hunched old man was called "Dog Taoist", the young woman was called "Mrs. Mei", and the bald man was called "Master Tu".
In addition to the three people, there are also the Yellow Snake Master and the Beast Lord...
It is not clear what the names of the other five people are.
When Feng Jueyu saw this, he didn't even pay attention to the old man who was raising the sun-dazzling rats. He saluted everyone with an expressionless face and said: "Down here, Feng Jueyu, I have met all of you fellow Taoists..."
Everyone remained silent.
At this time, a fat man with a big package on his back roared and laughed: "Little guy, I don't know how high the world is. Who is your Taoist friend? You are a small god and too weak to be equal to me."
"How on earth did you get here?"
As soon as the fat man finished speaking, a swordsman with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes asked with a cold face.
This man is extraordinarily handsome, no less handsome than Feng Jueyu. He is dressed in a smart and energetic manner. He is obviously a person who is not easy to get along with.
Next to this person, there was a pretty girl wearing a flower-skin animal skirt, who was also looking at Feng Jueyu with wide eyes curiously.
Feng Jueyu felt slightly panicked when he saw that all nine people were paying close attention to him with vigilant expressions.
These people have unknown origins and are highly skilled, but at first glance, they don't look like fellow travelers, and they are indeed a bit strange.
It stands to reason that if those shops in Tianying City want to hire experts to help them, they can just cause trouble in Tianying Mountain. Why would they break into the hinterland of the mountain single-handedly?
Treasure hunt?
This explanation is very reasonable, but what does this have to do with the shops in Jubao Building?
Feng Jueyu couldn't understand.
Don't dare to talk nonsense.
But he was very shrewd and replied without any confusion: "Why, you are allowed to come, but I am not allowed to come? The Tianying Mountain Range is not someone's back garden. This question is too ridiculous."
"Glib tongue." A gray-haired old woman curled her lips, clearly not believing Feng Jueyu's lies.
"Tell me, are you sent here by Xu Zhang?"
"Lord of Tianying City?"
Feng Jueyu asked back and said with a smile: "You guys are joking, I don't recognize Xu Zhang."
"Bastard, let's see if I put you in my bag of evil first, and then I'll see if you confess or not..."
The fat man let out a low growl and took off the bulging cloth bag he was carrying on his back. Then he muttered something plausibly. He loosened his palms and opened the mouth of the bag. The bag seemed to be filled with strong wind, whirring.
There was a sound, followed by a suction force, and it rushed towards Feng Jueyu.
"Fellow Taoist, you've gone too far to bully me. Do you really think I'm a soft persimmon? You can pinch me as much as you want."
Feng Jueyu came here to find out the purpose of Huang Snake Shi and Beast Lord, but he didn't want to be pocketed for no reason.
I don’t know what kind of power that cloth bag has. If it were put in it, the end would probably not be much better.
Thinking like this, Feng Jueyu was not afraid. He spread out his palm and ripples spread out.
Then a metal treasure flag appeared in his palm, which was the Iron Dragon Order Flag.
Feng Jueyu only spent five years refining this iron dragon flag, and it has already become one with the soul, a human and a weapon.
Except that the charm of the artifact is not as good as Fatty's cloth bag, the power is not much different. What's interesting is that the Iron Dragon Flag can not only serve as the main flag of the formation, but also has a wind-fixing effect when used alone.
Feng Jueyu gave a low drink and held it in his palm. The Iron Dragon Flag instantly grew to the height of a person and was held in his hand.
"Certainly!"
He hit the lower end of the flagpole heavily on the rock, and then a metallic ripple appeared on the ground, like a shock wave, swaying in all directions.
With this iron dragon command flag, no matter how the Yin Feng Bag collects it, Feng Jueyu remains as stable as Mount Tai, unmoving.
"Huh? This artifact is pretty good, it's mine..."
The fat man was stunned when he saw this, and a look of greed suddenly appeared in his eyes.
The Yin bag couldn't restrain Feng Jueyu, so the fat man simply jumped out, his right palm bent into a claw shape, and he grabbed it before he could get close to the air.
"Whoa!"
A claw mark instantly enlarged in front of Feng Jueyu's eyes, and the fat man shouted: "Sinister Claw..."
Divine magic!
Under the claw marks of the sinister claw, there are six golden stars flying and rising in succession, clearly condensing the six Tao principles inside, and their power is extraordinary.
"Are you a little god who bullied me?"
When Feng Jueyu saw this, he curled his lips in disdain.
These self-proclaimed masters saw that they were not as good as them, so they took action as soon as they were told. It seemed that they had to show off to them. Otherwise, they would not tell their true purpose and they would not get them.
of respect.
Glancing at the Yellow Snake Warrior and Beast Lord next to him, Feng Jueyu displayed his exquisite swordsmanship without any hesitation.
"Nine Lotus Sword Flower!"
The sword finger was raised, and flying stars circled around Feng Jueyu's fingertips. Two sword energy shot out in an instant, and they swept wildly at the claw marks caught in the air.
"Cha... Cha... Cha..."
As the sword energy flickered, he fought with the claw marks for several rounds. After a while, the claw marks were torn into pieces and disintegrated.
"Damn it, let's see how many claws you have to break..."
The fat man was shocked when he saw it. This boy was obviously a little god. Why was his swordsmanship so extraordinary?
There are also seven kinds of Tao that have been condensed, which are more than the Tao that my evil claws have condensed.
Is this still a minor god?
The fat man felt humiliated and couldn't help but thrust out one claw like a flash.
In an instant, a sinister wind gusted near the pool, and sly claws came from all directions, one after another.
"Little tricks."
Feng Jueyu was not worried. He waved quickly with one hand, and sword energy continuously shot out from his fingertips, like lightning, swishing above the water pool.
From this moment on, the rest of the gods had all retreated to the outskirts of the water pool, and deliberately withdrew a certain distance, leaving the water pool to Feng Jueyu and Fatty.
The two men fought for a while, their sword aura and claw marks ricocheting in the air. The fight was evenly matched, and no one took advantage.
At this time, the looks in the eyes of the eight gods were completely different from before.
They seemed to have gone through a long process from contempt, to doubt, to shock and disbelief.
When they realized that Feng Jueyu's cultivation seemed to be many times stronger than they imagined, they could no longer control their emotions and opened their mouths in surprise.
At this time, the fierce battle between Feng Jueyu and Fatty had reached a fever pitch.
The fat man screamed in anger, especially when he found that all the other faces had a look of surprise, he felt that he had lost face even more.
Suddenly, he grabbed forward with both hands, and his two big hands formed a huge, glowing paw print, and went straight to grab Feng Jueyu's head.
"It's ridiculous. If you want to kill me, there's no way. Just accept death."
When Feng Jueyu saw that the fat man was serious about it, he became furious and his mind was like lightning. He fired out the Nine Lotus Sword Qi and saw ten flying stars orbiting him.
With a stabbing sound, the fat man's paw print was torn in half.
Then the sword energy only paused for a moment, and then it flew towards the fat man's face and struck him with lightning speed.
"Damn it, you broke my evil claw..." Fatty screamed, turned around and ran away.