But everyone present was shocked and broke into a cold sweat.
They are the great figures of the Qingluan Spirit Clan. Each of them has overwhelming power. They are placed in all walks of life in the starry sky and can be on an equal footing with the leaders of those giants in the starry sky.
However, at this time, everyone felt uncomfortable.
As one of the six ancient guardian clans, the Qingluan Spirit Clan used extremely bloody and cruel methods to select nine young masters from the clan's main lineage a long time ago.
Every young master has his or her own merits and is a peerless figure who emerged from among the disciples of the main lineage.
These nine young masters are cultivated as the successors to the position of patriarch, and their status is noble and special.
Around each young master, there are a group of important figures from the clan gathered, which is equivalent to forming nine factions!
In the past long years, there have been countless conflicts and contradictions between these nine young masters.
This is the so-called "nine sons seizing the direct descendants".
Everyone wants to step on the other and eventually ascend to the position of clan leader, so each young master is frantically accumulating strength to suppress and take revenge on his opponent.
And this situation was acquiesced by the old antiques from the Qingluan Spirit Clan!
This is like raising gu.
After all the fighting and fighting among the nine young masters, only one will eventually become the heir to the clan leader!
Until now, six of the nine young masters have been eliminated.
Currently, there are only three people left.
Among them was the young man in rich robes who was sitting on the ground.
His name is Feng Yunlie.
He was born with intelligence and extraordinary talents. When he was born into the world, auspicious clouds soared into the sky, attracting the attention of the entire clan.
Among the original nine young masters, Feng Yunlie was the youngest, the least qualified, and the least favored.
But as time goes by, Feng Yunlie gradually reveals his background and skills far beyond imagination.
Only two young masters were defeated by him!
Feng Yunlie has practiced Taoism for thirty-nine thousand years, and has cultivated in the late Guiyi realm. Among the nine young masters, he cannot be said to be the best.
But he always wins the brutal competition every time.
It is worth mentioning that although he only has the cultivation level of Guiyi Realm, Feng Yunlie is able to fight across borders and once suppressed the peerless enemy in the early stage of Dongyu Realm!
Because of this, in today's Qingluan Spirit Clan, as one of the three most powerful candidates to succeed the clan leader, Feng Yunlie's status is far more noble than some of the clan's big shots.
Some antique-level people would take the initiative to say hello when they saw him.
The big shots present may have higher seniority than Feng Xinglie, but in front of Feng Xinglie, all of them could only lower their eyebrows and lower their eyes, no matter how they were ordered, they were no different from their subordinates.
At this time, the man in black robe who came to report lowered his head and said in shame: "Young Master is right to teach you a lesson. I will go and solve this matter right now."
He turned around and was about to leave, when Feng Xinglie, who was sitting on the floor, said, "Wait a minute."
The man in black robe stiffened, bowed and said, "Young master, what else do you have to say?"
Feng Xinglie looked down at the animal skin roll in his hand, and said casually: "Don't destroy that magical medicine at the level of Ascension, otherwise, come and see me."
The man in black robe was shocked and solemnly accepted the order: "Here!"
At this time, an old man in white who was sitting next to Feng Xinglie said, "Xingya, you go too."
In the shadow of the corner, a hoarse voice sounded: "I only listen to the young master."
If you look carefully, you will see that the person speaking is a man in long robes who is as thin as a pole, with a scruffy beard and hair, and is carrying a white jade gourd. He is full of alcohol and is drunk.
Feng Xinglie was startled for a moment and said to the old man in white: "Is it really necessary?"
The old man in white said warmly: "Be careful with the Ten Thousand Years Ship. Anyone who dares to take action against the strong men of our Qingluan Spirit Clan is either a blind fool or a ruthless person who has something to rely on. And I think that anyone who dares to enter Crow Ridge will
, and the character who defeated Elder Mu Yun should not be stupid."
Feng Xinglie thought for a while and said: "Forget it, just go and have a walk in Xingya. I only have one request, no one will be left alive."
As he spoke, he lowered his eyes again and looked at the animal skin roll in his hand.
In the corner, the drunken man in robe stood up, stretched, and strode towards the outside.
And the man in black robe followed closely behind.
Until the two figures disappeared, Feng Xinglie seemed to have forgotten this little incident.
He said casually: "The competitors this time include a few old guys from the ancient Yu clan, and a group of ruthless scoundrels from the Galaxy God Sect. If a conflict really breaks out, I have nothing to fear..."
Speaking of this, he frowned, "The only thing I can't figure out is why Jiutian Pavilion doesn't get involved. It's really abnormal."
The old man in white clothes next to him smiled and said: "Young master, there is no need to worry too much. Since Yan Daolin promised not to interfere in this matter, he will never do this."
"That old guy in Yan Daolin has unpredictable thoughts. Even my third uncle said that he is a ruthless person who eats people without spitting out their bones. Please be careful and don't provoke him easily."
Feng Xinglie rubbed his nose gently, "I really hope that he will not get involved in this fight of chance."
…
The top of the black mountain.
A series of seals floated in front of Su Yi.
The fingers of his hands were constantly changing, forming various secret seals and entering those seals.
This is a secret technique for cultivating Taoist soldiers.
It is called Xingyuan Tempering Spirit, and it was with this secret technique that the master of the temple originally refined the human sword into a peerless Taoist sword that shone in the starry sky for an era.
In the far distance in the void, three figures suddenly appeared silently.
There was the beautiful woman who had guarded this place before, a man in black robe, and a tall, thin man in robe carrying a white jade wine gourd.
It is Feng Muyun, Fengshan Lake, and Fengxingya of the Qingluan Spirit Clan!
Among them, Fengxingya obviously ranks first.
"Oh wow, I actually won a Feather-level Dao Seal. This little guy is awesome."
From a distance, Feng Xingya, who smelled of alcohol, made a surprised sound.
"Brother, this person is far from being described as powerful."
Feng Muyun's eyes were full of fear, and he quickly transmitted the message, recounting every detail of his fight with Su Yi.
After hearing this, Feng Shanhu, who was dressed in black robes, couldn't help but be moved and said: "You are in the late Tongshou Realm, but you can crush the 'Wind Flame Ten Jue Array' with one step and defeat someone like you in the early Dongyu Realm. This guy... indeed
scary!"
"Interesting, so interesting!"
Feng Xingya murmured, his sleepy drunken eyes became clear, as if he had encountered something of great interest, and his whole person showed an excited mood.
"Have you ever seen such an incredible character before?"
Feng Xingya asked.
Feng Muyun shook his head.
Feng Shanhu smiled bitterly and said, "Don't say I've seen it before, I've never even heard of it."
"That's more fun!"
Feng Xingya clicked his lips, "In my opinion, this kid is most likely an old scumbag who likes to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, hiding his own cultivation! Let me get a glimpse of his background!"
As he spoke, the divine light surged deep in his eyes, and a little bit of star-like silver appeared, slowly spinning like a whirlpool.
Then, he raised his eyes and looked at Su Yi at the top of the black mountain in the distance.
The God-Breaking Eye! One of the forbidden secrets of the Qingluan Spirit Clan, it is a top-level inheritance that only the main lineage people who can understand the "Law of Shenxun" are qualified to control.
Both Feng Muyun and Feng Shanhu showed a trace of imperceptible envy.
They are members of the collateral tribe, let alone practicing taboo secret arts such as the Divine Eye of Destruction, they are not qualified to comprehend the "Law of Shenxun"!
"Not polite!"
A cold snort suddenly resounded throughout the world.
On the top of the black sacred mountain, Su Yi, who was sitting cross-legged, frowned slightly.
boom!
An invisible divine soul power, like a domineering Taoist sword, rushed out of Su Yi's body.
Almost at the same time, in Feng Xingya's eyes, Su Yi's entire body seemed to turn into a Dao sword, overwhelming Qing Ming and dominating the world.
The unparalleled sword power seems to be able to crush everything!
Feng Xingya's eyes stung, his body trembled, and he immediately put away the secret technique of breaking the delusion.
"What a terrifying soul power!"
Feng Xingya was surprised.
He licked his lips. Not only was he not annoyed, but he seemed more and more excited, as if he had discovered an extremely tempting prey.
Feng Muyun and Fengshanhu took a breath of cold air.
The Eye of Deception is a taboo secret technique of their clan. It is said that it can see through the illusions in the universe and gain insight into the foundation of all spirits.
But now, he is blocked by a Tongshou Realm King!
"Just you three?"
On the top of the black mountain, Su Yi put away the half-refined Dao Seal and stood up, with a hint of displeasure on his brows.
Anyone else would not feel better if they were disturbed like this.
"Hey, look at this tone, he actually looks down on us."
Feng Xingya couldn't help but laugh. He walked towards this side unsteadily with a careless manner.
"However, you are wrong. I am the only one taking action this time. It is enough."
Feng Xingya smiled and spoke.
His figure was as thin as a bamboo pole, his beard and hair were scrawled, and he was unkempt.
But as he travels, a terrifying power of law emerges, like wisps of misty silver light, like a dream.
And the power on his body was like that of a master coming to the world, oppressing the world and making the world tremble, causing turmoil in all directions.
Feng Muyun and Feng Shanhu looked at each other with complicated expressions, ranging from shock to awe to sadness.
Feng Xingya, an elder from the main line of the clan.
They are both at the early stage of the Cave Realm, but Feng Xingya's combat power can easily crush these two of their peers!
If placed deep in the starry sky, even those characters in the later stages of the Cave Realm may not be Fengxingya's opponents!
Everything lies in the fact that what Fengxingya masters is the Law of Shenxun, and what he cultivates is the supreme inheritance of the Qingluan Spirit Clan!
"you?"
Su Yi chuckled, "Listen to my advice, don't seek death and leave like this, otherwise, today will be your memorial day."
As an outsider, when it comes to understanding the Qingluan Spiritual Clan, he thinks that no one in the world can match them.
This kind of understanding is not only an understanding of the status of his clan, but also the insight and mastery of his clan's inheritance, avenues, and secret techniques!
There was no way he could do it. As a temple master in his previous life, he once had a gambling battle with an old guy from the Qingluan Spirit Tribe.
As a result, the old guy was defeated miserably in the battle, and was humiliated to serve as his mount for thousands of years...
"My memorial day?"
Feng Xingya was stunned and couldn't help but grin.
He stretched out his right hand and put his thumb on his head, "Come on, I just want to die! If you can't kill me, I... will make your life worse than death!"