This sect is going against the sky

Gong Lingshuang didn't even have time to react, there was a sharp pain in her chest and abdomen, and she was even sent flying.

"Noisy!"

The old woman withdrew her crutches, and the expression on her wrinkled face eased a little, but her tone was still stern, full of warning, "How can you speak to the old woman when she talks to Pavilion Master Yuan?"

"Pfft~"

Gong Lingshuang fell heavily on the sandy ground, the veil on her face was gone, her pretty face was pale for a while, she felt the blood surging, and she couldn't help spitting out blood.

"You...you..."

Her eyes were full of anger, thinking that she was not as strong as others, but after all she didn't dare to make a mistake, she flicked her sleeves angrily, and staggered away surrounded by everyone in Piaomiao Palace.

"Master Beiming, as long as we can get the emperor's scriptures, not only will I, Yaowanggu, not take a single cent of what is in Wuzong's secret collection, after the matter is completed, I will also offer you a pill of good fortune and nirvana for your religion, and I also invite Beiming Hierarch strikes!"

Feng Zhengping watched the changes in the field, and felt indescribably anxious. When he heard Ling Meier's name at this time, he felt that the chance of getting the Emperor's Classic was slim.

What made him even more uneasy was that Bei Mingyuan frowned when he looked at the two sides in the field, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

But those are not important to him anymore, as long as he can get the Emperor's Scripture right now, no matter how much he pays, it is worth it.

Bei Mingyuan's eyes flickered, "Elder Feng, don't worry, how could I watch the treasure I got handed over to others?"

Even if Feng Zhengping didn't say anything, he was already planning to do it, but since the other party said so, he would naturally accept the benefits happily, after all, no one would think that there were too few good things.

However, before he could take a step forward, someone had already stepped forward.

"Can the Hunyuan Pavilion alone swallow Wu Zong's Secret Collection? Don't suffer from indigestion when the time comes, it will be bad."

A clear and peaceful voice sounded out of place.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and a man with a Rakshasa ghost face landed in front of Yuan Xiao.

The man was wearing a white robe, holding a long Xiao in his hand, with a bookish air in his gestures.

It doesn't look like a high-level cultivator, but rather a frail scholar who went to Beijing to rush for the exam.

When Yuan Xiao saw the person coming, the smile that had just risen suddenly froze on his face.

"The ghost-faced Rakshasa of the Haotian School——Huo Misheng!"

The last three words were almost squeezed out between the teeth.

As we all know, the Haotian Sect is the number one power in Zhongzhou. The sect is not only an imperial power, but also has a lot of masters in it. Although the cultivator of the sect master, Guimian Luosha, is not as good as the number one master Ling Meier, he is also a cultivator in the late stage of Nirvana. for.

It may not be outstanding in terms of cultivation alone, but with the blessing of the power of the Emperor Haotianzong, even if he fights with Ling Meier, it is uncertain who will win.

Regardless of individual combat power, Haotianzong and Hunyuan Pavilion are almost equally famous two sects in Zhongzhou.

A hint of cunning flashed in Ling Meier's dim old eyes, and when she looked at the person, she deliberately smiled to show her friendliness.

Following her movement of pulling her face, the wrinkles on her face were peeled off layer by layer like old bark, which looked a little weird.

"Could it be that Sect Master Huo is also interested in Wu Zong's Secret Collection?" the old woman asked.

"But whoever came here didn't come for Wu Zong's secret possession?" The man was noncommittal.

Falcon-like eyes fell on Yuan Xiao's body, and it seemed that the visitor was not kind.

"Sect Master Huo wants to get a piece of the pie from Yuan Mou?"

Yuan Xiao's face was a little gloomy. Although he was unwilling, he also knew that if he really fought against the opponent, he might be the one who would suffer, so he asked with a smile on his face.

"No."

Unexpectedly, the man with the Raksha ghost face shook his head slightly, and directly denied it. Yuan Xiao didn't expect to get such an answer, so he couldn't help being stunned.

However, at this moment, the other party suddenly changed the topic again, and Chang Xiao in his hand pointed directly at the big formation behind him.

"What I want is the entire Wuzong Secret Collection!"

The tone was calm, but the arrogance of his arrogance was impressive to the audience.

quiet!
So quiet that you can hear a needle drop!

The scholar with the face of Rakshasa ghost didn't seem to feel it at all, his falcon-like eyes fell back on Yuan Xiao's body, ignoring the cold voice coming from the other party's body, he said calmly:
"So I can only trouble Pavilion Master Yuan to quit."

"Huo Misheng, don't bully people too much." Yuan Xiao's eyes were full of anger, and the words almost came out from between his teeth.

"Huo always doesn't like to share what he likes with others. Since Pavilion Master Yuan doesn't want to quit, he can only offend him."

The man's words fell, and his figure disappeared immediately.

Yuan Xiao only saw a series of double shadows passing by, and was about to mobilize his cultivation, but suddenly felt a chill.

Turning around to look, a figure had appeared behind him, and Huo Misheng had already attacked him.

Without any hesitation, he quickly blocked the long knife forward, and suddenly felt a force as heavy as a mountain. Even if he mobilized his cultivation with all his strength, he still couldn't restrain the violent spiritual attack.

Like a savior, the whole person was kicked far away and smashed into the bare Gobi.

Everyone looked over in unison, and saw that the rocks rolled down, and people had been directly buried in them.

"Sect Master Huo is too powerful!"

"It's not a one-hit kill, it is."

"Pavilion Master Yuan and Sect Master Huo are both Nirvana Sutras, but one is in the late stage and the other is in the middle stage. But isn't the difference in strength too far away?"

"You don't understand this, the little gap between masters is often the difference between heaven and earth."

……

There were discussions all around, and most of them were shocked and lamented by Huo Misheng's strength.

After a while, there was a slight movement between the stone walls.

"Boom!"

There was a sound of rock cracking.

In the bursts of dust and smoke, a figure slowly walked out from the pile of rocks.

"Huo Misheng, you are courting death!"

Yuan Xiao's tall and burly figure was gradually revealed, like a bloodthirsty demon god.

Even though his body and face were covered with dust, he still couldn't conceal the evil spirit emanating from his whole body.

A pair of dark eyes turned into a bloodthirsty crimson at this moment.

After the words fell, he raised the knife and rushed towards Huo Misheng.

Watching the other party run, his figure suddenly disappeared, and the thin lips under Raksha Ghost's face curled up in an undetectable arc.

The falcon-like eyes flickered, as if they had discovered something interesting, full of interest:
"interesting!"

The next moment, Chang Xiao in his hand threw it towards the void in front of the void, and with a "bang", Chang Xiao seemed to hit a heavy object and was directly bounced back.

And in the void, transparent cracks rippled like ripples.