Feng Hao announced his name, and immediately everyone's eyes turned to Cheng Jinnan, the elder of the Cheng family.
When did the Cheng family have such a powerful rising star?
"Cheng Hao?"
Duanmu Boyi's eyes flashed with murderous intent, but his tone was one of admiration for his younger generation, and he praised: "He is indeed the proud son of the Cheng family."
Then Duanmu Boyi looked at Duanmu Yang and said: "Yang'er, this young man in front of you is much stronger than you, so you should learn from him."
"Yes, clan elder!"
Duanmu Yang nodded perversely, then lowered his head and stood behind Sanxian Duanmu Boyi.
Duanmu Boyi walked up to Feng Hao with a smile, stretched out his hand with a smile, and patted Feng Hao on the shoulder. At the same time, he secretly used a ray of dark energy to try to destroy Feng Hao's cultivation.
After all, with his cultivation as a Sanxian, it would only take him an instant to destroy Feng Hao, so this seemed like an act of appreciation for his younger generation, but it actually concealed a fatal move.
However, who is Feng Hao? Let Duanmu Boyi secretly make small moves.
The moment Duanmu Boyi touched Feng Hao's shoulder with his right hand, the hair on Duanmu Boyi's body suddenly stood up, and he was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He ducked away and moved away, looking shocked and angry.
"What's going on?"
All the monks were stunned, looking at this incredible scene in astonishment. How could that immortal figure who was as powerful as the bright moon in the sky have such a big reaction in a junior.
Is it possible that Cheng Hao has a thorn in his shoulder?
But how could a dignified thorn still hurt a powerful Loose Immortal?
Duanmu Boyi lowered his head and glanced at the palm of his hand, feeling a chill run down his spine. It turned out to be the marks of five flying swords stabbing him.
In other words, Feng Hao used five flying swords with spiritual blades in an instant to not only break his dark energy, but also use the sword energy to injure him.
His scalp was numb. He was the supreme powerful Immortal. How could he... suffer at the hands of a junior?
Duanmu Boyi couldn't help but wonder, is this Cheng Hao really the emperor of swordsmanship?
Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly the emcee of the Long Group who was standing at the entrance of the conference said loudly: "The Holy Land of Mount Tai is a place of spiritual cultivation, and the Holy Mother of God in the Clouds has arrived!"
"The Venerable Tang Family of Qingcheng Mountain has arrived!"
"Zhenzhen Zhang from Wudang Mountain has arrived!"
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The master of ceremonies called out several names in succession, all of them were famous and powerful people from the ancient cultivation clan.
Their arrival also allowed Sanxian Duanmu Boyi to regain his composure, straighten his somewhat messy clothes, and once again put on the appearance of a successful Sanxian.
These ancient powerful men all exude a kind of indifference that would repel people thousands of miles away. However, the young monks beside them all have delicate features and are full of agility.
At first glance, one can tell that these young monks are the descendants of these famous mountains and holy places, and they were brought here to see the world.
"Did I miss something exciting?"
Master Zhang of Wudang was a kind-hearted old man. He held a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old and nodded to the elders of other ancient tribes.
"Zhenzhen Zhang is fine. I haven't seen him for decades. His cultivation is getting better and better."
The other elders of the ancient clan also greeted him with cupped fists. After all, he was the queen of Wudang Mountain’s Zhenren Zhang, and his own cultivation level was also unfathomably powerful.
"Where..." Zhang Zhenren said with a smile.
Later, the Holy Mother in the Yunzhong Immortal Palace in Mount Tai and the Venerable Tang Family of Qingcheng Mountain also greeted the elders of all ethnic groups one after another.
The little boy they were holding held his fists in a very humble manner and saluted the elders of all ethnic groups. His conversation and behavior gave rise to a feeling of being intimidating.
Master Zhang of Wudang Mountain’s eyes fell on Duanmu Boyi of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. His expression was not very friendly and he said indifferently: “Are you here too?”
"Haha, what? Don't you welcome me at the Immortal Welcome Conference?" Duanmu Boyi sneered.
"The Long Group has invited you, and I have nothing to say, but no matter what, you cannot refuse the disaster caused a hundred years ago. If you don't die to apologize to the world, I will be incompatible with you."
Master Zhang of Wudang Mountain said coldly. As soon as these words came out, everyone present looked shocked.
Duanmu Boyi, a very lucky guy, did not die after having caused such a divine punishment, but instead became a loose immortal. God is really unfair.
In the world of cultivation, except for the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain family, other people in the holy land of cultivation have no favorable impression of Duanmu Boyi.
"My Holy Mother's position has always been consistent with that of Master Zhang. Old thief Duanmu, why aren't you dead yet?"
As soon as the words of the Holy Mother in the Cloud came out, all the people of the ancient cultivators were dumbfounded.
He openly called Sanxian Duanmu Boyi an old thief, and even threatened him why he wasn't dead yet. Such an unprecedented direct insult completely overturned the image of the Holy Mother in their hearts.
"I, too, disdain to associate with people like Duanmu Boyi!"
The Venerable Tang Family from Qingcheng Mountain said softly, obviously, he is not the same kind of person as Duanmu Boyi...
At this moment, Duanmu Boyi's old face turned the color of pig liver, and he was filled with overwhelming anger.
However, he alone is really no match for the three powerful men in the Tribulation Stage.
Duanmu Yang was furious. He had been suppressed by Feng Hao, and his heart was full of grievances. Who knew that even his ancestor would be bullied this time? He immediately said angrily: "You guys should not be so arrogant. You have the ability to fight with my ancestor alone."
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Master Zhang of Wudang Mountain turned his head away, looking indifferent to the world.
The Virgin in the Clouds of Mount Tai strolled away with a trace of disdain on her lips.
Venerable Zhang from Qingcheng Mountain quickly greeted his old friend.
The three of them had shared the same hatred just now. As soon as they talked about fighting alone, each of them suddenly seemed to have more important things to be busy with.
This scene made the monks of all races feel embarrassed and they quickly wiped the sweat from their foreheads.
"Fighting alone? This is a good idea..."
Just when Duanmu Yang raised his arrogant head and despised the strong men in that holy land as just a bunch of rabble, Feng Hao's voice suddenly rang out.
Ding!
Cheng Jinnan wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help shouting in his heart: Ancestor, please take a rest...
Cheng Cheng looked excited. She couldn't stand Duanmu Yang and Duanmu Boyi, and wished Feng Hao would take action to suppress them.
Duanmu Yang looked at Feng Hao with a sneer and said, "You are quite sensible this time, and you know how to propose a solo fight."
Duanmu Boyi also looked at Feng Hao with a half-smile, feeling a little approving of Feng Hao's abandonment of darkness.
On the other hand, the expressions of Master Zhang, Our Lady of the Clouds and Venerable Tang suddenly changed, and their eyes all fell on Feng Hao.
There are actually remnants of the Duanmu family? Which ancient cultivator clan are they? How dare they brazenly expose themselves and collude with the Duanmu family?
Sensing the gazes of the three powerful men in the Tribulation Stage, Feng Hao was startled for a moment. Then he realized that his words had not been clearly stated. He immediately chuckled and said, "What I mean is that I would like to learn from the old thief Duanmu."
Wow!
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar, and even the three great tribulation stage experts were stunned. Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers?