This sect is going against the sky

"It's easy to find out what's going on. It's better to capture the thief first, and let his father save his life to avoid too many twists and turns."

It's just that as soon as Beiming Lingyue finished speaking, the folding fan in Lin Fan's hand was thrown out and hit Beimingyuan's chest.

It was obviously a seemingly insignificant strength, but Bei Mingyuan's body was shaken, and his face turned pale for a while, as if he had been severely injured.

"puff!"

Bei Mingyuan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Father!"

"Master!"

Everyone in the Xuanming God Sect changed their faces when they saw the scene in front of them.

Bei Mingyuan clutched his chest but didn't care to wipe away the blood left at the corner of his mouth. He looked at Lin Fan in shock, "How is it possible, you are not in the state of transformation."

After saying the words, before Lin Fan could respond, he denied it again.

"No, the Eastern Wasteland lacks Nirvana true energy, so it is impossible for real people to appear. How did you do it?"

He looked at Lin Fan with vigilance in his eyes. With his strength, he can be sure that Lin Fan was not so strong before.

But when it appeared in front of my eyes again, it seemed to be completely reborn.

Such a strong contrast, if there is nothing wrong with it, is definitely not justified.

Could it be related to Wu Zong's Secret Collection?

Such thoughts flashed subconsciously in Bei Mingyuan's mind.

At the same time, it is even more inevitable to win Wu Zong's secret possession.

Lin Fan reached out to catch the folding fan, and he could see his thoughts at a glance, but he didn't explain much.

Instead, he said lightly: "The Wu Zong's secret collection is owned by our Heavenly Emperor Sect, please go back."

After speaking, the figure has disappeared in place.

Everyone in the Xuanming God Sect looked at Beimingyuan who had been severely injured, and they all looked shocked, and then the discussions began to boil.

"The leader is in Nirvana, how did he do it?"

"Is he also Nirvana?"

"Impossible, how could Nirvana be born in a barbaric place like the Eastern Wilderness?"

"It must be using some shady means."

"Yes, it must be so."

"Otherwise why did he escape?"

"Sounds like it makes sense."

……

The more people talked, the more they felt that this was the case.

Bei Mingyuan adjusted his breath a little, and was about to wave his hand to silence many of his disciples, but suddenly heard a slightly familiar voice.

"What's wrong with Beiming Hierarch?"

Bei Mingyuan turned around and saw the people from Yaowang Valley walking towards here with a group of people in different clothes.

There are dozens of people in this team, most of them are unfamiliar faces, but what makes Bei Mingyuan feel strange is that there are still a few masters in the realm of transforming gods.

Such people, even if they can't dominate one side, are mostly the mainstay of the big sect, and now they are gathered together, if there is nothing tricky in it, Bei Mingyuan will never believe it.

It's just that he has just experienced a disastrous defeat, and he is not in the mood to delve into the origins of these people right now.

His eyes fell on Feng Zhengping, and seeing his smug expression, Bei Mingyuan only felt that he had been stabbed deeply.

This guy couldn't have heard the wind and came here on purpose to mock him, right?
Such thoughts flashed through his mind, but the expression on Bei Mingyuan's face did not change at all.

But when he spoke again, his tone became a little harsh.

"Feng Zhengping, I should have made it very clear before, what is the purpose of bringing these people here? Do you think there is no one in my teaching?"

As soon as Feng Zhengping heard the words, he knew that he must have misunderstood, so he quickly explained with a smile on his face, "Don't get excited, Master Beiming. Feng Mou came here this time, and he didn't mean to buy or sell by force."

Bei Mingyuan's tiger eyes still stared at him coldly, and he didn't know whether to believe it or not.

"Actually, Feng has the cheek to come here because he has an unfeeling request." Feng Zhengping carefully looked at him, seeing that his biscuit showed no sign of anger, he was slightly relieved, and continued:
"Feng wants to borrow a few disciples of the Heavenly Emperor Sect from Beiming Hierarch, is it convenient?"

As Feng Zhengping said, he looked behind him, and only then did he realize something was wrong.

"Master Beiming, this is..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ming Geyuan interrupted him directly.

"I'm afraid Elder Feng will be disappointed, those people have run away."

"Run away? How is that possible?" Feng Zhengping was stunned for a moment, feeling that Bei Mingyuan was unwilling to cooperate and intentionally made them feel uncomfortable, and the smile on his face immediately became a little uncontrollable.

"The leader of Beiming really likes to joke. With your cultivation, who would dare to rob you in this Eastern Wasteland?"

He said haha, his apparent disbelief obviously aroused Bei Mingyuan's displeasure for a while.

Bei Mingyuan's face became ugly to the naked eye, and he didn't have the heart to continue practicing Tai Chi with him, so he cut straight to the point:

"Whether Elder Feng believes it or not, those bastards of the Heavenly Emperor Sect have already left. This is the truth, and I don't want to say it again."

Feng Zhengping saw that his face didn't seem to be fake, and he couldn't help but feel a shocking wave in his heart.

At this moment, Bei Mingyuan felt that his grandfather looked back and looked at Feng Zhengping with a little more probing eyes.

"Since Elder Feng already knows about the Heavenly Emperor Sect, he must know their details."

Feng Zhengping heard the sound of the strings and knew the elegance, and casually pointed at an old man in the crowd who was in the early stage of transforming into a god.

"come here."

"I don't know what the senior ordered, but the young one must be in a daze."

Seeing that he came to the two of them, he didn't put on airs at all and said flatteringly instead.

"About the Heavenly Emperor Sect and their leader, tell me everything you know." Bei Mingyuan cut to the chase.

From the clothes of the old man, it is not difficult to see that the other party should be a native of the Eastern Wasteland. No one is better informed than them about such local snakes.

Sure enough, after a while, what the Emperor of Heaven had done in the Eastern Wasteland during this period was stripped down to the point where not even his underwear remained.

"Is the emperor's inheritance?"

Bei Mingyuan's mind revolved around the news he had just received, and then thinking of Lin Fan's abnormal strength, he could only link it with the legendary inheritance of the great emperor.

If so, it can be explained.

Only in this way, this person is a little tricky.

Bei Mingyuan thought to himself for a while, then looked at Xiang Fengzhengping, his expression had changed 180 degrees, ah, he cupped his hands in embarrassment and said:
"What happened just now is very offending, so I ask Elder Feng not to take it to heart."

"Beiming Hierarch is being polite when he says this, it is Feng's honor to be able to help Beiming Hierarch."

They are all thousand-year-old foxes, and with Bei Mingyuan's opening mouth, Feng Zhengping already had a premonition that things might have a turning point, so he immediately laughed.