Mechanical male god [unworn ancient]

The fighting skills of Jindan monks are not something ordinary monks can participate in. Those monks who have not yet established their foundations can't even see the afterimages of the two of them clearly.

Ji Heng raised his head and looked up, seeing that Feng Qiyin and Sect Leader Yan had already attacked the sky above the main hall of Haiyan Sect from the small courtyard before.

The commotion caused by the two Golden Core cultivators was really not small. The place affected was filled with flying sand and rocks, and the chaotic fluctuations of spiritual power disturbed the surrounding buildings and trees.

"What's going on here? How could this happen?" The young master Yan Zangyun looked at the main hall that had been mostly destroyed, and then looked up at the two people who were beating in a daze, his face was full of anxiety.

Shi Chongzhi told him the ins and outs of the matter.

Yan Zangyun opened his mouth, a little unbelievable, but the evil spirit in the head of Yan's body can be seen, and the facts are irrefutable.

At this time, the sky was twilight, everyone from the Sword Sect and the disciples of the Haiyan Sect were standing on the school grounds of the Haiyan Sect. They were all far away now, and they were not afraid to bear the spiritual pressure of the high-ranking monks, so they gathered their spiritual power. With both eyes, he looked up at the fighting skills of the two Jindan monks.

Pei Yuyi hadn't built the foundation yet, so it was very difficult to see, but after a long time, he could see some doorways. Seeing the two people fighting together in the sky suddenly separated, and Feng Qiyin also appeared around the wind. Cyclone-like things, happy Said: "That's the sword intent of Senior Brother Feng! Senior Brother Feng cultivated the sword intent of wind. His Yingfeng Sword used a lot of wind-attributed materials when it was cast back then, and its power is very powerful. Although the old man Yan Senior brother Gao Feng is two ranks, but sword repair is already much higher than other monks in terms of force, and old man Yan's cultivation base was forcibly raised by magic, so his foundation is not stable, so he must not be able to compare with Senior Brother Feng!"

As soon as Pei Yuyi finished speaking, Feng Yufeng, who was standing in the air, swung his sword, and the sword energy instantly turned into countless transparent cyclones and blasted towards Sect Master Yan!

The sword intent of wind is considered a very common sword intent in the history of Jianzong. It is no thicker than the mountain sword intent, no more violent than the thunder and fire sword intent, but it is both hard and soft, and it is everywhere.As long as there is a spiritual circulation in this world, there will never be a lack of flowing wind.

In Feng Qiyin's eyes, there is no place that is not a hotbed for him to display his sword intent.

With a wave of his sword, the ubiquitous wind whizzed towards him, and gathered into a colorless giant dragon with scales and claws, shaking its head and tail, and maddened at the head of Yan with a thunderous momentum. Pounce!

The vast coercion drove away the clouds in a radius of thousands of miles, and when the giant dragon formed by the strong wind whizzed past, even the ground far away was affected.

Everyone felt a gust of wind blowing, blowing their clothes, laces and hair flying backwards. When they opened their eyes again, the battle in the sky was already divided.

The defeated head Yan fell from the sky.

His appearance at this time was more than ten years older than before. At first, his temples were only slightly frosted, but now his head was covered with white hair. Wrinkles appeared all over his face, and the brilliance in his eyes completely dimmed. The appearance of collapsing on the ground is like an ordinary old man on the verge of death, and he can no longer see the demeanor of the former head of the Haiyan Sect.

The young master Yan Zangyun couldn't bear to watch it, and stepped forward to help him up.Unexpectedly, just as he helped the master up, he was scolded by other fellow disciples.

"Brother, why are you still helping him? He is an evil cultivator, not the head of our Haiyan Sect!"

"That's right, this evil cultivator took away the head's body at some point. It's useless to hate us as disciples, and we didn't know that the head was killed by an evil cultivator until now!"

"Senior brother, why are you supporting him? While this evil cultivator is now powerless to resist, he should immediately rectify the law on the spot and avenge our sect leader!"

Yan Zangyun couldn't stop trembling while holding his master's hand. He looked around at his fellow disciples. Among these brothers and sisters, some were righteous, some looked evasive, some looked ashamed, and even more were full of contempt. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, all the teachings and care of Master in the past were completely forgotten.

Yan Zangyun knew that most of these fellow disciples knew that the master had not been taken away, so saying these words in such a righteous way was just for the sake of putting on a good face.They would rather have the sect leader be taken away by evil cultivators than have a sect leader who has fallen into evil ways and shamed the entire Haiyan faction!

After hearing the explanations of the Haiyan Sect disciples, Jianzong was silent for a while, but Pei Yuyi jumped out unbearably, "Where did the evil cultivator come from, you can see clearly with your eyes wide open, this is your leader You don’t even recognize your own master, you are in vain disciples of the righteous way!”

No matter how high the cultivation base is, it is impossible for an evil cultivator to seize the house without leaving any traces. These actions of the disciples of the Haiyan faction simply made Pei Yuyi sick.

Although a disciple can sever friendship with a master who has fallen into evil ways, but that is after he has announced the severance of the master-student relationship to heaven and earth.Like these disciples of the Haiyan Sect, one moment they were respectful and polite, but the next moment they saw their master falling into evil ways, they immediately turned their faces and refused to recognize anyone, their faces are really embarrassing!

Being exposed by Pei Yuyi so mercilessly, the disciples of the Haiyan Sect were all ugly, but the other party was a disciple from a high-ranking immortal sect, and they had a sect leader who had fallen into evil ways, so maybe they would be killed together Enter the evil way and rectify the Fa on the spot.So dare not refute at all.

Feng Qiyin floated down from the sky, and the Yingfeng sword in his hand was scabbard.He looked at Sect Leader Yan who was leaning on Yan Zangyun, and asked, "Why do you want to go into evil ways if you don't act as an upright sect leader?"

This is also something that everyone present is puzzled about.Since ancient times, good and evil have been incompatible, and now that the world of cultivating immortals is prosperous, evil cultivators are like street rats, and everyone shouts and beats them.They really couldn't figure out why the head of the sect, Yan, was such an upright leader, why he wanted to fall into evil ways.

The head of Yan leaned on Yan Zangyun, his gray eyes were as motionless as stagnant water, after Feng Qiyin asked that sentence, his eyeballs rolled, hehe sneered, "Why do you fall into evil ways? It's because of you these days The proud son!"

He stretched out his hand and pointed tremblingly at the tall and handsome Sword Sect disciple standing not far away, "Especially you!"

Pei Yuyi was dissatisfied and said: "You are the one willing to degenerate, what are you doing to my brother Feng?"

Sect Leader Yan ignored her, Xu felt that the time limit was approaching, so he said everything without hesitation, "I joined the Haiyan School when I was ten years old. I only reached the peak of Qi training after ten years of hard work. After that, I lingered at the peak of Qi training for several years It took ten years to build the foundation, and after the foundation was established, countless years were wasted, until the lifespan was almost exhausted, and the alchemy was formed, and after that, it took another 300 years, and I made no progress in the early stage of the golden alchemy..." Speaking of this , He raised his eyes to look at the wind and groaned, his eyes were full of dark jealousy, "I have been cultivating for hundreds of years, but I have made no progress at the early stage of Jindan, and you sons of heaven, you are all young, and you can't make any progress in a hundred years. You will be able to form a pill, and you will have a bright future in the future, and the road will be open. Tell me, why do I want to fall into the evil way! Why do I want to fall into the evil way!"

After hearing these words, the disciples of the Haiyan faction all showed pain on their faces. Could it be that what the head master said was not their future?All those with good understanding and high comprehension have joined the high-level immortal sect. Those like them are the inner disciples of the sect, but their aptitude is not even comparable to the outer disciples of the sword sect.

A bit of sarcasm appeared on Feng Qiyin's face, and he said: "The root bone is given by heaven, but the understanding is your own. If you fail to cultivate yourself and turn to evil ways, that is your own business, and you can't blame anyone. But you shouldn't catch me. Killed the sharks, and implicated the people of several surrounding towns."

Unexpectedly, the master Yan said something amazing: "It's just a few mortals, if they die, they die."

"Master." Yan Zangyun looked at the head of the sect with wide eyes, unable to believe that this sentence was spoken by his most respected master.

Feng Qiyin's eyes instantly turned cold, "It seems that there is no need to bring you back to Jianzong for trial."

Sect Leader Yan sneered: "The winner is king and the loser is Kou. From the moment of defeat, this old man never wanted to live." After speaking, he pushed Yan Zangyun beside him, and without anyone to support him, his heavily injured body immediately fell to the ground. On the ground, like a piece of dead wood.

Yan Zangyun tentatively took a step closer, but found that the head of the sect had lost all vitality.He was stunned, and his legs softened and he knelt down.

Feng Qiyin glanced at them, and said: "Since the matter is over, we don't need to stay here anymore. Let's go to Lingzong!"

"Yes."

Yunzhou started again, Feng Qiyin said that he was tired, and went back to the room first.

As soon as the door carved from white jade was closed, he coughed uncontrollably. The appearance before everyone was like the morning mist that had seen the sun, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Wiping off the blood from his lips with a handkerchief, Feng Qieyin took out a elixir and swallowed it, then immediately sat on the futon to meditate to heal his wounds.

Standing outside the door, but Ji Heng opened his eyes to see this scene completely: "..."

The system in his body popped up comments such as "pretending to force others to suffer later", "suffering to save face", "swearing to protect the image until the last moment", "idol burden" and other comments.

Ji Heng blankly dismissed these pop-up windows with one click, and then stood at the door, waiting until Feng Qieyin opened his eyes before reaching out to knock on the door.

Inside the door, Feng Qieyin, who temporarily suppressed his injuries, heaved a sigh of relief. He had just opened his eyes and was about to take another healing medicine when there was a knock on the door.

Feng Qiyin remained motionless, took out a white porcelain bottle from the Qiankun bag, opened it, and said calmly, "Who?"

"it's me."

Ji Heng's voice came from outside the door, and Feng Qieyin's hand holding the porcelain bottle suddenly trembled, almost dropping the bottle containing the healing medicine to the ground.He hastily put the bottle into the Qiankun bag, frantically wiped away the blood stains on his clothes, and smoothed the folds of his collar, before he got off the couch and said, "Come in!"

Ji Heng, who recorded this scene from beginning to end, pushed open the door expressionlessly, and walked in.

At this time, Feng Qieyin had already sat at the round table in the room, and when he heard the door opening, he raised his eyes and looked over.

His complexion was rosy, and the sharpness and heroism hidden between his brows remained the same as before, and he did not look seriously injured at all.

Ji Heng thought of Feng Qiyin just seen through the wall. At that time, his face was pale, his lips were bloodless, as if he was about to fall down at any time, just like the head of Yan just now, he would never wake up after falling down .

Feng Qiyin asked: "Ji Heng, why are you here?" His voice was gentle and powerful, without any weakness.

Ji Heng said: "Come and see. Why did you come back to rest so soon today?"

Feng Qiyin said with a smile: "I just had a fight with Master Yan, I'm a little tired, I want to sleep for a while."

Ji Heng stared at him coldly, "You're lying to me again."