That was Lei Heng, the true disciple of the No. 1 Immortal Sect Wanshan Sect, second only to Young Master Yu, whose cultivation had reached the late stage of Qi Refining Realm, one step short of the peak of Qi Refining, and became the same as the old monsters of all the major Immortal Sects.
Existence was wiped out by someone's palm?"
"He is holding a high-grade spiritual weapon."
After a moment of silence, everyone exclaimed.
For a time, the noise even overwhelmed the roar of the Baishui River.
"What a terrifying blow."
Li Xinghui's pupils shrank sharply.
Ying Hongyan, Wei Xianbing and others were all frightened.
The other people on the lotus leaves were even more silent, no one dared to speak.
It was only then that they truly regarded Yang Yifei as their formidable enemy in this competition.
"He, he actually killed Lei Heng?"
Liu Weiwei's beautiful eyes widened with disbelief written on her face.
Although she had been refreshing her understanding of Yang Yifei and believed that his strength was comparable to Li Xinghui, she never imagined that he would dare to kill in public, and the person he killed was a disciple of Wanshan Sect.
That is the disciple of the First Immortal Sect.
How dare he?
"This boy has offended Wanshan Sect to death this time.
If before, he had a chance to reconcile with the Wanshan Sect, now, he will fight to the death."
Ying Hongyan whispered.
Sang Dai Meng's beautiful eyes are full of brilliance.
She thought Yang Yifei would definitely be able to defeat Lei Heng, but she didn't expect it to be so easy and so straightforward.
He was killed with one palm, just like when he killed Qiu Tianlei and others before.
The many immortal sects seemed not worth mentioning in his eyes.
"You, how dare you kill Senior Brother Lei?"
On Feilai Peak, a Wanshan Sect disciple shouted in horror.
This Feilai Peak is both a magic weapon and a flying instrument. There are many Wanshan Sect disciples stationed on it as daily servants to serve Lei Heng.
As a result, Lei Heng died before he could enjoy it.
"Just kill me, what else can I do?"
Yang Yifei said lightly.
"Aren't you afraid of the revenge of our Wanshan Sect?"
The disciple of Wanshan Sect looked fierce and shouted.
"Afraid?
This word does not exist in my dictionary."
Yang Yifei sneered: "If you want to take revenge, I will be waiting for you at any time."
"Okay, you wait."
The disciples of Wanshan Sect were ready to leave with Feilaifeng.
"Feilaifeng stays."
Yang Yifei said lightly.
"This is our sect's spiritual weapon..." The disciples of Wanshan Sect were still arguing, but when they saw Yang Yifei's indifferent eyes, they suddenly shuddered, quickly dropped Feilai Peak and left quickly.
"This is a top-grade spiritual weapon. It can be used offensively and defensively. It can also be used as a transportation tool. It is very powerful and can be compared to the best spiritual weapons."
Sang Daimeng said: "However, it was sacrificed by successive ancestors of Wanshan Sect, and their spiritual consciousness must be imprinted in it. You can't take it away."
This kind of treasure that the sect keeps at the bottom of the box must have a back-up to prevent it from falling into the hands of outsiders.
"Yeah?"
Yang Yifei smiled contemptuously, and his consciousness suddenly flew out and pierced into Feilai Peak.
Feilai Peak has been refined by successive elders of Wanshan Sect and is very powerful. The formations and restrictions inside are layered upon layers, and the runes make up for it. If Wanshan Sect had not already had a Wanli Mountains and Rivers Map, occupying a large amount of resources, Wanshan Sect would have already
This has elevated this peak to the level of a top-grade spiritual weapon.
Although the Wanshan Sect arranged many formation restrictions in Feilai Peak, they were all within the scope of Yang Yifei's knowledge.
There is no way, having all the memories of the Immortal Lord of more than two million years has this little benefit.
After twisting and turning with his spiritual consciousness, he arrived at the core of Feilai Peak.
There, sitting was a middle-aged man wearing the robe of Wanshan Sect and possessing the spirit of immortality.
It was a ray of spiritual consciousness that someone in the Wanshan Sect used to sacrifice Feilai Peak.
"You are not a disciple of our sect, who are you?"
As soon as the middle-aged man saw Yang Yifei, two rays of light shot out from his eyes and he asked sternly.
"Who are you?"
Yang Yifei asked.
"I am Zhenren Nanshan, the leader of Wanshan Sect."
Master Nanshan said proudly.
"So you are Nanshan Zhenren, but unfortunately you are not the real person."
Yang Yifei said calmly: "The Feilai Peak master is here for me. If you are sensible, get out of here quickly, or else I will destroy this spiritual clone of yours."
"Be bold!"
Master Nanshan was shocked and angry: "You dare to speak like this to my sect leader, who are you?
How is the disciple of our sect who controls the magic weapon?"
"Lei Heng is dead."
Yang Yifei said impatiently: "Since you don't want to leave, I will send you on your way."
Yang Yifei's consciousness suddenly flew out.
Master Nanshan sneered.
"Don't think that because my sect leader only has a ray of spiritual consciousness, he is easy to bully.
Even if this sect leader only has one percent of the power of his original body, he can still crush you... How can you be so powerful?"
Master Nanshan felt Yang Yifei's spiritual consciousness, and his face immediately changed: "Which immortal sect are you a fellow Taoist?
If you seize our sect's magic weapon by force, aren't you afraid that the two immortal sects will start a war?"
Yang Yifei's spiritual consciousness is like a sword. Even though Master Nanshan has thousands of spells and various abilities, he only has a ray of spiritual consciousness here, just to control Feilai Peak. His strength is not strong. He was cut by the sword of divine consciousness.
Immediately the spiritual consciousness collapsed.
In fact, even if his true form is here, he is no match for Yang Yifei.
Yang Yifei said calmly: "Remember, it's Qingyun Sect."
"Qingyun Sect, this sect master has remembered it. Just wait for my Wanshan Sect's revenge..." Master Nanshan's spiritual consciousness dissipated, and only the resentful voice lingered.
"Hmph, it's just a Wanshan Sect. If it hadn't been delayed in the past two days, I would have beaten it long ago."
Yang Yifei said disdainfully.
He immediately left a mark of his spiritual consciousness in Feilai Peak and exited Feilai Peak.
Sang Daimeng stayed by Yang Yifei's side to prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to make a sneak attack. When his consciousness retreated, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Yang Yifei said: "I thought you were going to take advantage of the opportunity to take action."
Sangdai Mengjiao smiled and said: "How is it possible? I want to hug your thigh..." before she finished her words.
Then Yang Yifei made a casual move, and the flying peak swayed and came to Yang Yifei's head.
"You...you actually snatched Feilaifeng?"
Sang Daimeng pointed at Feilai Peak and shouted.
No matter how calm this witch was, her expression changed drastically when she saw this scene.
Although Feilai Peak is not as good as the Wanli Mountains and Rivers Map, it is not much different. It is the treasure at the bottom of the Wanshan Sect's box, and it is easy not to go out.
Being brought here by Lei Heng this time was also to build momentum for him.
More importantly, Feilai Peak must have been sacrificed and refined by the elders and even the sect leader of the Wanshan Sect. On the surface, it appears to belong to Lei Heng, but in fact it has always been in the hands of the senior leaders of the Wanshan Sect.
Now, Yang Yifei actually snatched Feilai Peak, which meant that he had killed the spiritual brand of the elders of Wanshan Sect inside.
How can this be?
That's the elder of Wanshan Sect.
Even if Sang Daimeng's strength is comparable to that of some immortal sect elders, he doesn't dare to say that he can beat them.
Not only her, but also Li Xinghui, Ying Hongyan and others were shocked.