Chapter 363: Savior from the Sky (Part 2)

The Lord of Cangfeng Castle looked at Ouyang Supreme's staggering back with his hands on his back with a proud face, and sneered: "What do you know? Now I am more than ten thousand times stronger than before me? At that time, I could have Cangfeng Castle, and today I should have more things. First, this martial arts world, and then... Hahaha, why can't I own this world? What do you know? Replacing it with the incompetent third prince is my best chance! Do you understand?"

‘Hahaha’, he showed a hideous smile. “Ouyang, you definitely won’t rebel with me, otherwise you wouldn’t have persuaded me to surrender to Zhu Yuanzhang back then! Humph, it’s useless, you’ll just die. You just colluded with Lu Feng, didn’t you give the charge to me?…Ouyang, even if the gods descended to earth today, they can’t save you. Humphph, I think who can save you, who dares to save you? Hahaha, now I am, the gods block the gods and the Buddhas block the Buddhas, who can do anything to me?”

"Arrogant!" With a deep scolding, a wide slap was heavily stuffed on the face of the Lord of Cangfeng Castle. With a "bang", his whole body was beaten in the air and swayed in four or five circles, and fell heavily on the snow. He stood up shakingly, his body swayed, and there was a roar in his head, and the stars in front of him flashed, and he almost fainted.

But before he stood firm, another hilarious voice sounded: "You just told you to go back, you won't go back now, are you unlucky now, are you old nun, why are you so angry? Oh, I'll beat you! Tell you to fart, call you fart, grandpa, I can't beat you? Just kidding!" A huge palm like a palm fan grabbed the head of the Lord of Cangfeng Castle, and then a knee like iron pressed hard on his lower abdomen.

The Lord of Cangfeng Castle screamed, as if a red-hot iron pillar hit his lower abdomen. His nose and tears were all spurted out, his mouth wide open, and a ball of saliva sprayed out for a while. With a "support", a big fist made a fierce intimate relationship with his lower body. The mouth of true energy that the Lord of Cangfeng Castle just raised suddenly collapsed, and his limbs were sore and numb. How could he struggle? "Ass, that's right, just wait for it! Grandpa, I won't beat you, the son of the turtle to death, you don't know what the gods in the sky look like."

Another big slap in the face of the Lord of Cangfeng Castle. He umshes, and he fell heavily into the snow, smashing a large piece of snow away. The figure who grabbed him and beat him up suddenly showed his true identity. Who is not Zhang Sanfeng? "I just heard your nonsense. What is Zhang Sanfeng not your opponent? Look, who is beating who now? Especially those bastards you said, a loyal old brother, are you going to kill him? You are the ruthless guy, I like to beat you the most."

The old nun Tuchen with a rosy face stood beside him and kept chanting the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, Buddha forgives his sins. The disciple heard that this person was rude, so he taught him a lesson. Who knew that using a little more force was not the disciple's sin...Zhang Zhenren, let him forgive him if he had to fight him halfway, and he didn't have to do anything anymore."

There were three tall old monks and four old Taoists standing beside Old Ni Tuochen. They looked at Zhang Sanfeng with a smile and grabbed the Lord of Cangfeng Castle with one hand and punched him out with more than ten punches in the stomach. While Zhang Sanfeng was hitting, he was also cursing, from the unfilial piety of the Lord of Cangfeng Castle to the point where he could not raise his children. In short, he scolded the Lord of Cangfeng Castle as a gray grandson.

After beating the Lord of Cangfeng Castle for a long time, Zhang Sanfeng clapped his hands, sang a chant with a smile on his face, and nodded to the monks and Taoists. So the group flashed, and had reached more than ten miles away. He heard Zhang Sanfeng singing to the sky, and the vigorous and powerful singing came a hundred miles away. Looking closely, Zhang Sanfeng had already flashed a few times, leaving the group of old Taoists, old monks, and nuns, and flew out in a slanting manner. Hiddenly, an old monk laughed: "Zhang Zhenren's compassionate heart has moved again... goodness is also a merit."

A blue-white qi wrapped around Ouyang Zhizun. He had already activated the innate true qi in his body with all his strength. Every pore on his body was spraying a strong airflow outward. The faster he ran, the faster the true qi in his body flowed. Gradually, he was immersed in the realm of the empty and empty spirit that he suddenly realized not long ago. The airflow in his body rotated according to a strange, almost innate Tai Chi pattern. In the sound of the "hiss", a faint air mass, like the Tai Chi diagram, condensed into his dantian.

With a buzzing sound, the mass of air about three feet in diameter wrapped around his body suddenly changed its color. Cyan was on one side and white was on the other side. The two colors were compatible but separated, slowly rotating. His body had a tendency to be empty. In the breeze, his body floated about three feet above the ground, and could take more than thirty feet in one step. It was only a short distance from the real flying in the air. The mass of air blended with the surrounding air, and there was no sound of breaking through the air at all. He was like a fish in the water, moving forward quickly.

Zhang Sanfeng flew over and rushed to the left of Ouyang Supreme. He looked at the blue and white air mass on Ouyang Supreme in a little surprised, and his brow suddenly raised. "Mysterious, I didn't expect to see such a person today, but he entered the Taoist Taoist with martial arts just like the old Taoist I used to be. But unfortunately, he was too old and the truth he had learned was just by the threshold. However, it was rare!" Zhang Sanfeng twisted his beard, and his big eyes were rolling around, and he didn't know what he remembered.

With a "boom", a white sword light about meter thick shot down from the sky and blasted towards Ouyang Supreme's body. Ouyang Supreme shouted loudly, rubbed his hands instinctively, drew a curve in the air, opened his eyes, and bluish and white light shot out. The air mass suddenly expanded to ten feet in a radius, and was hit by the white sword energy on the front.

With a loud "boom", the air mass was shattered by the sword energy. The snow in a hundred feet was rolled up in the air, revealing the dark ground. The Master of Cangfeng Castle, who had a ferocious expression and was in a mess, appeared in the air, and looked fiercely at the light falling down, as if Ouyang Supreme, who seemed to have not been hurt. "Your skill has reached this point? I didn't expect that, I really didn't expect... Ouyang, you have reached this threshold. If you can go further, you can officially become a practitioner of Taoism! However, I will not give you this opportunity."

He laughed wildly at the sky and shouted loudly: "But even if you give this opportunity, you are just a newcomer who has just entered the world of cultivation. How can you compare to me? From that sword pill, I inherited the sword immortal's cultivation for thousands of years and had formed my own Yuan Sword. How could you be my opponent? Hahaha, go to die!" A bright white light spurted out from his mouth and turned into a gorgeous sword light that was seven or eight feet long, as crystal clear as ice, rolled towards Ouyang Zhizun's waist.

At that time, Ouyang Supreme Rolled, and a white air spurted out of his mouth, blocking the white light. However, the true energy he sprayed was not the opponent of the Sword Immortal Flying Sword, and it was torn apart from the middle. The sword light had reached his waist. Ouyang Supreme said with a "ah" and closed his eyes tightly, closed his eyes and waited for death. What else could a person in the martial arts world faced the flying sword? He felt a stream of air conditioning that had pounced on his body, and his pores were almost frozen.

But after waiting for a long time, he still didn't feel the last severe pain, and he couldn't help but open his eyes in surprise. At this moment, he knelt on the ground with great joy, and bowed repeatedly: "Thank you for helping me, thank you for helping me, junior Ouyang Supreme, thank you..."

Zhang Sanfeng pinched a crystal clear white short sword with two fingers, letting the short sword twist and jump on his fingers like a spirit snake, and looked at Ouyang Zhizun with a smile, looking at him without stopping his eyes. After a few glances, Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said, "Forget it, don't be too polite, you kowtow again, the old man's feet kick you. Well, when I send this inexplicable Master Cangfeng Castle, I will tell you serious again... Well, the foundation is also good, but I am a little older, but the old nun happens to have Tanxin Dan, so it's not difficult to wash your muscles and marrow."

After saying a strange thing, Zhang Sanfeng looked at the Lord of Cangfeng Castle with a smile on his face, who had a blue face and took a few steps back in a embarrassing manner, shook his head and sighed: "Why are you so ignorant? You have got a projectile, which is a third-grade product in the flying sword. Do you dare to clamor for the invincible world here? So what if you have cultivated the Yuan Sword? But it is equivalent to the golden elixir of a Qi Refiner. You will need at least hundreds of years of hard work to get the spiritual sword... I won't beat you today, and I don't want to kill you. If you take this flying sword, just leave me. The farther you go, the better. Let me see you again. I will beat you once. Do you believe it?"

After saying that, the sword light was thrown directly into the dantian of the Cangfeng Castle Lord, and angrily shouted: "Get out! People like you should not appear in front of me, the old madman in the future, otherwise you will not have the good fruits to eat." Seeing that the Cangfeng Castle Lord was still standing in place with unwillingness, the fierce light flashed in his eyes. Zhang Sanfeng was angry, and a big slap waved, and a storm blew out, rolling the Cangfeng Castle Lord's body up for a long time, and I don't know where it was flying.

Looking at Ouyang Zhizun kneeling on the ground, Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said, "Forget it, I'm moved today, I don't care about your personality. But when he caught up with you for the first time, we also watched from the side. Your little baby is still good, but it's much better than that guy... Meeting is fate, I, an old madman, always give you some benefits, not to mention that you have reached this point by yourself as a martial arts master. There are not many people in the world who can understand this step by themselves."

Ouyang Supreme is also blessed with his heart, and kowtowed like garlic: "I would like to be merciful to the old real person."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled, patted his shoulder, and said in a man's voice: "It's okay, it's okay. Since I saved you, I won't let you leave in vain. Compassion is naturally merciful. Old nun, just give your Tanxin Dan to the old Taoist priest? How about your merit? Old Taoist priest, I have nothing to do, and I can't even get anything to give gifts." He smiled and stretched out his big slap and reached out to the old nun Tuchen.

Several old monks laughed, and several old Taoists also smiled with their lips pursed. Old Ni Tuochen looked helpless and took out a golden pill the size of a thumb from the wooden fish in his hand. His fingers flicked and bounced into Ouyang Supreme's mouth. Ouyang Supreme's body shook violently, and black sweat immediately flowed out of his body. The sweat was also strange. Although it was a dark and sticky thing, there was a faint smell of sandalwood. His skin even showed a faint golden yellow, as if it was translucent glass.

An old monk put his hands together and whispered: "Amitabha, Master Zhang, please speed up your hands. The Blood God Cult has harmed the world in the past, but now it has suddenly resurrected wild grasses. I am afraid that some of them are shameful. If you delay for a day, I don't know how many people will be poisoned by them."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said seriously: "It's okay, it's fine, it's enough for a quarter of an hour. I was also happy to see the hunting. This person can enter the Tao by himself with martial arts, and has reached the state of restraint of the true essence. The nature of the true energy has also changed, almost close to the true essence of the Taoist practitioner, so he wanted to let him inherit my Taoist tradition. Although my Taoist books and sword books were left in the Golden Rooster Temple, if possible in this world, you might as well leave a chance to support the sword in the future."

Several old monks and Taoist priests nodded slightly, their thoughts moved slightly, and they had already understood the cause and effect. They knew that Zhang Sanfeng's kindness had triggered a case that many years later. The heart of the old monk Jinmei, who had the deepest cultivation, had already flashed endless sword light and boundless flames. A man's face floated up from under his heart. But at this time, Zhang Sanfeng exhaled and printed a palm on the head of Ouyang Supreme, interrupting the enlightenment of the few people. The old monks, Taoist immediately smiled and shook his head gently.

The scorching air flowed into Ouyang Zhizun's head, and the rituals of the martial arts were imprinted on his heart. The heat flow became stronger and stronger, and became hotter and hotter. Ouyang Zhizun was sweating all over his body, and he moaned in a low voice, and he was already unconscious. A ball of fire in his stomach burned, and the golden flame flowed towards the small fragile air ball in his dantian. The air ball continued to condense and rotate, and finally shone like gold.

A voice whispered in his ear: "Your old castle lord has already cultivated the Yuan Sword. There is a method among the sword immortals that is the technique of controlling the soul for thousands of miles. As long as he locks in the fluctuations of your vitality, no matter how far you run, as long as you are still in his mental sensing, you will not be able to escape his tracking. Here is an article "The Art of Concentrating the Gods". After quick practice, your vitality will no longer be discharged from the outside, and he will never find your whereabouts."

In confusion, Ouyang Supreme heard Zhang Sanfeng's instructions: "I know you have a friendship with Lu Feng, tell him that the Second and Third Princesses, the Blood God Cult secretly absorbs the believers, and he will do something. When we go to investigate this matter, we are lucky enough to eradicate a few of his leaders. But we are powerless to do anything. If Lu Feng sends people to investigate this matter, if a catastrophe is eliminated, it will be the result of you and Lu Feng. Remember it."

When Ouyang Supreme woke up, Zhang Sanfeng and other groups of monks and Taoists were no longer sure where they were going. He was left with a light gray Taoist robe, a bottle of elixir and a mountain vine stick with a flashing light. The palm was one inch thick, four feet long, and the whole body was kneaded, and the purple light was faint. He knew that it must be an extremely rare treasure. He quickly grabbed these things, worshiped the sky a few times, put on his clothes, and ran quickly out of the mountain.

While running rapidly, he silently circulated the "Sheng Retention Art" in his body. In just half a moment, Ouyang Supreme realized that the true energy in his body was stable, and there was no longer any floating and bleed out. Moreover, his spiritual consciousness was also closely guarding the sea of ​​consciousness, and no longer being moved by the outside world, he was moved by the outside world at will. Then he ran to the direction of Yingtian Mansion at full speed. In the cold wind, he left a few angry complaints: "Master, Castle Lord, I will not die today, and I will have to avenge today."

There was a rapid sound of breaking through the air. The Lord of Cangfeng Castle was tyrannical with a ferocious face and flew over. He kept circling and patrolling in the air. However, Supreme Ouyang had already restrained his spirit and hid in a deep grass pit. Where could he find it? After hearing the Lord of Cangfeng Castle let out a series of curses, the sword light shot quickly towards the southeast direction. He heard him say: "You always want to go to Yingtian Mansion, I'm waiting for you on the road."

Ouyang Supreme hesitated for a while and sneered softly: "Master, you know I'm going to Yingtian Mansion, but wouldn't I take a detour? Well, are you waiting for me on the road? Then I'll just kill back to the valley first, take my young disciples, and detour around Sichuan to Yingtian. What can you do to me?... Humph, is it the person who can leak my secrets that you arranged for me? Now that my skills have increased greatly, I'm still afraid that I can't deal with them?"

Thinking of this, Ouyang Supreme sneered a few times, suddenly flew up in the air, and his body turned a hundred feet away. He understood the changes brought to him by the sudden surge of skills, let out a long roar, and turned into a faint ray of gray smoke, sweeping towards the valley where he trained the young disciples of Cangfeng Castle.

"Ha, Fortress Lord, you forced me. Since that's the case, I will openly surrender to the Jinyiwei. Then Lu Feng will always give me the position of deputy commander? At that time, will you dare to kill me publicly? Hahahaha!"
Chapter completed!