Opening confession to the beautiful master

"What? Isn't the lesson I taught you enough last time? You want to attack Fellow Daoist Zhang? Are you worthy?"

Fang Tiancheng took out the Confucian Sage Pen, stood in front of Zhang Yi, and looked at Xu Qing menacingly.

"Lord Feng City, help me control this Wuling untouchable. I'll take care of him later!"

Xu Qing felt a little frightened when he thought of Fang Tiancheng's strange methods before, and couldn't help but ask Feng Wuji beside him for help.

"Are you afraid? Is this your backbone?"

Fang Tiancheng sneered. He knew he was no match for Feng Wuji, but he couldn't spare Xu Qing.

"Lord Fengcheng, I don't want to hear him talk!"

Xu Qing's face was extremely ugly and he urged.

Haven't you noticed that the expressions of the gatekeeper disciples have changed? If word spread about what happened in Windy City, would he still be laughed at?

Feng Wuji was a little dissatisfied with the attitude of Xu Qing's order. He frowned subconsciously, but he still flashed his body, grabbed Fang Tiancheng aside, and used his palm to tightly restrain Fang Tiancheng's throat.

The powerful power of the Great Dao actually made Fang Tiancheng unable to resist. Instead, the Confucian Saint Pen in his hand kept struggling. A surge of literary energy burst out, and a golden sharp light turned into a heavenly sword and went straight to Feng Wuji's life gate to chop. go.

"Damn it! Could this be the supreme magic weapon?"

In desperation, Feng Wuji had no choice but to let go of Fang Tiancheng, his hands kept forming seals, and streams of terrifying light shot out from his palms.

"Boom boom boom!"

When the two collided, Feng Wuji's body retreated a few feet, and Fang Tiancheng's mouth was bleeding, and his face was extremely pale. It seemed that the Confucian Saint Pen had just used Fang Tiancheng's power, which caused his power. collapse.

"Hand over the magic weapon in your hand, and I can stay out of this matter!"

There was a strong look of greed in Feng Wuji's eyes. This was a supreme magic weapon, and it was extremely rare in the ancient realm. How could he not be tempted?

"Cough cough cough..."

Fang Tiancheng rubbed his neck, and another stream of blood spilled out between coughs. He raised his head and smiled with red eyes, but the smile looked so miserable.

"Okay, here you go!"

Fang Tiancheng smiled and threw the Confucian Saint Pen to Feng Wuji. This surprised Feng Wuji, but he still subconsciously took the Confucian Saint Pen and wanted to forcibly erase the mark on it.

The saddest thing happened. He faced the terrifying counterattack of the Confucian Saint Pen. Feng Wuji was instantly wrapped in golden literary energy, and countless weapons and techniques transformed from the literary energy all bombarded him.

"Bang bang bang!"

Feng Wuji was caught off guard by this sudden scene, and he dealt with it in a hurry, inevitably leaving scars on his body. Those attacks also contained the meaning of the Great Dao, which was enough to damage his foundation.

"Just because you want the Confucian Sage Pen? Are you qualified?"

Anyone who wants to forcibly refine the Confucian Sage Pen will end up badly, and it is precisely because of knowing this that Fang Tiancheng will throw the Confucian Sage Pen to Feng Wuji without hesitation.

This contains the heroic soul of the first generation of Confucian saints. How could a villain like Feng Wuji get his hands on it?

"Zhang Daoyou, I am no longer able to fight, so I will leave the rest to you."

Fang Tiancheng leaned against a tree with a tired look on his face and smiled weakly.

The gatekeeper disciples on the side were stunned by the scene in front of them, which was completely beyond their understanding.

"He actually injured an emperor with just a magic weapon. Are the people in Wuling so strong?"

"Didn't you say that the people in Wuling are weak? This is different from what we heard."

"Weak? From what Senior Brother Xu said before, it seems that he still suffered a loss at the hands of that scholar."

The gatekeeper disciple looked at Zhang Yi and the two with somewhat complicated expressions, and the disdain in his eyes was slowly disappearing.

After all, this is a world where strength is respected. They looked down on the Wuling people before because they had the impression that the Wuling people were vulnerable.

"Trash! He was actually injured by a magical weapon!"

Xu Qing cursed secretly, he couldn't count on Feng Wuji now. Fortunately, he was at the mountain gate of his Sanqing Sect. He didn't believe that Zhang Yi and the two could still turn the world upside down.

"While he is seriously injured, I will take care of you first!"

Xu Qing always thought that Fang Tiancheng was the strongest among the two, and thought that after dealing with Zhang Yi, he would not be sure of dealing with Fang Tiancheng.

"Three pure things turn into one sword!"

Xu Qing shouted loudly and waved the long sword in his hand. Three sword shadows appeared in front of him. Each one contained terrifying power, as if it could tear apart the space.

"cut!"

I saw three sword shadows turning into a cyan sword light. The sharp sword energy turned into a strong wind that was about to tear Zhang Yi's body apart. The terrifying sword light slashed towards Zhang Yi with a shocking force. .

However, Zhang Yi remained motionless, his expression extremely calm, and he allowed the sword light to come.

"boom!"

The sword light fell, Zhang Yi's figure was submerged by the sword light, and as bursts of dust rose, a satisfied smile appeared on Xu Qing's face.

"Is this the level of the senior brother of Wuling Dao Sect? He is so vulnerable that he is so scared that he is stunned?"

Xu Qing shook his head, walked towards Fang Tiancheng with a joking expression, and said with a dark smile: "Now, it's your turn!"

However, he found that Fang Tiancheng was not afraid at all, and even the smile on his face became a little bigger, as if he was watching his joke.

"Haha, you can still laugh when you are about to die. I won't let you die so easily..."

Xu Qing narrowed his eyes, with murderous intent in his eyes, and quickened his pace.

"call out!"

At this moment, a sharp sword light with the Zhiyang sword fell on his neck, and a trace of blood flowed down his neck.

Xu Qing felt a crisis of death, and cold sweat broke out all over his body. He looked at Zhang Yi who was safe and sound in front of him as if he had seen a ghost.

"This... How is this possible? Shouldn't you... be dead?"

Xu Qing's eyes flashed with fear. He didn't understand why Zhang Yi survived under his sword light, and he didn't resist.

Of course, he didn't know that Zhang Yi had just used the Supreme Taoist robe to the extreme, and easily resisted the sword light, and there was not even a scratch on his clothes.

Of course, this was also done to make Xu Qing take it lightly, so that he could kill him with one blow.

Zhang Yi was about to swing the Tianyang Sword to kill Xu Qing. Perhaps sensing Zhang Yi's murderous intent, Xu Qing hurriedly said: "You can't kill me. My eldest brother Xu Yang is the son of Taoism."

"If you kill me, he won't let you go."

Xu Qing looked flustered. It was the first time he faced such a crisis of death.

In this ancient domain, everyone knows that Xu Yang is his elder brother, and everyone gives him some face. Even Feng Wuji has to greet him with a smile, but he happened to meet Zhang Yi, a man who is not afraid of trouble, and he feels it is necessary to let him know his identity.

"The Holy Son of Taoism?"

Zhang Yi's mouth drew a meaningful smile, but deep in his eyes was full of teasing.

The people of the ancient domain never took him seriously, so how could he take the people of the ancient domain seriously?