Ji Liao asked, "So you are resurrected from the Yellow Spring? To be honest, I am very curious about the Yellow Spring. Can you tell me something about the underworld and the Yellow Spring?"

Yue Yang said: "If you can beat me, I might consider telling you."

"Then you will definitely tell me." Ji Liao smiled slightly, let alone anything else.

Yue Yang looked at Ji Liao with a smile, as if saying, "Boy, you are confident enough."

A black-clad Taoist priest named Goudan from the underworld of the underworld in Huangquan. Although his aura is a little special and relatively powerful, it is not worth it. Ji Liao has any fear of him.

The handsome man felt that the people participating in the battle meeting were all ants. In Ji Liao's opinion, those people were actually a little higher. He felt that these people could be considered native chickens and tile dogs. In the final analysis, they all felt that apart from each other, there was no one in Tianshu City that threatened them.

Feng Yu was born in Wuzhuang Temple and was the descendant of the Xuanmen Sect. In Jianghu dialect, he was a child of a famous and upright sect, or a famous and upright sect like Taishan Beidou.

The gambling market has been opened outside, but without asking, most of them are optimistic about Feng Yu.

Even Feng Yu, who was present, felt that he could quickly solve the opponent in front of him.

He bowed to the other party politely.

The Taoist priest in black did not respond.

Feng Yu noticed how indifferent the other person's eyes were, without any emotion, which made people's hearts tremble.

Until the announcement begins.

Feng Yu has long emitted the unique body-protecting fairy light of Wuzhuang Temple. Even ordinary flying swords cannot get close to him. He has a strong magic power and is definitely the best among the younger generation of Qi Refiners.

When you make seals, chant spells, a rush appears and turns into a substantial wind blade.

The shape of the wind!

Immediately, someone recognized the magical power of this Wuzhuang Temple, which was a weapon condensed into a tangible object with the invisible wind between heaven and earth. Once refined into a magic method or against a powerful physical existence, it will have miraculous effects.

A total of thirty-three wind blades appeared, all under Feng Yu's mental control.

"Occursed." Feng Yu said softly.

He pointed his hand at the black-clothed Taoist Goudan, and thirty-three wind blades attacked Goudan at a speed close to the sound barrier, up, down, left and right, without any blind spots.

Quick, ruthless, accurate!

Even if we use the strict standards of the Tiandao League masters on the judging table, Feng Yu's faults cannot be identified for a while.

The handsome man smiled coldly, Yue Yang yawned lazily, and Ji Liao sighed.

Several breaths passed, and the whole room exclaimed.

Feng Yu's face was pale, and a finger was inserted into his chest. The blood dyed the green Taoist wardrobe red, and the wind blades in the sky disappeared.

Goudan did not suffer any damage at all, and Feng Yu's protective fairy light was like paper.

Feng Yu clearly felt that as long as this dog exerted a little force, he would be pierced into his heart immediately. Even a Qi Refiner, as long as he did not practice to become an immortal body, his heart would be pierced into his heart.

"Let him go." Feng Yu heard a familiar boy's voice.

At some point, a boy appeared behind Goudan.

Feng Yu said with a lack of energy, "Senior."

The black-clothed Taoist priest named Goudan slowly pulled out Feng Yu's fingers from his chest, and blood poured out like a flood.

He turned to look at the boy, and his indifferent eyes showed a hint of panic. Everyone in the stands showed surprise because the powerful and mysterious Taoist priest in black actually knelt down on one knee to the boy.

Everyone naturally realized that this mysterious Taoist priest in black knew that terrible boy.

Yesterday, the incident of a young man emitting a shocking sword intent in Tianshu City has reached many people today. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the most popular figure in Tianshu City now.

The boy just glanced at the Taoist priest in black and grabbed Feng Yu to Ji Liao's place.

"I can't save people." The implication is to let Ji Liao save them.

Ji Liao smiled and said, "When did you get kind-hearted?"

Wusheng said: "He gave me the way yesterday, so I gave him a favor."

Ji Liao said: "You are not afraid of owe me favors, okay."

A white light appeared in his hand, covering Feng Yu's wound. Feng Yu snorted in pain. He was a Qi Refiner and had his own cultivation. He would never let him scream for ordinary headaches.

Many people looked here and they wanted to know how serious Feng Yu was injured.

After a while, Feng Yu's pain stopped, and the blood hole in his chest healed, and there was no trace of scar. He looked at Ji Liao with complex expressions, wanting to thank him, but also full of hatred.

Ji Liao said: "You don't have to show off such a look, I remember you."

Feng Yu said: "You know I am a disciple of Wuzhuang Temple, why should I save me?"

Ji Liao smiled and waved his hand to send Feng Yu out of the field.

The handsome man said, "The kindness of a woman."

Ji Liao understood what he meant. Because Feng Yu continued to make noise, the handsome man was about to kill him, and Ji Liao sent him away, which actually saved Feng Yu's life.

Feng Yu didn't understand, but was just worried about Ji Liao's saving him. He was favored by the great enemy of Wuzhuangguan. How could he face this demon in the future? But he breathed a sigh of relief, because he knew that no matter how much he hated Ji Liao, he could not hurt Ji Liao at all. He even knew that his hatred did not come entirely from Ji Liao killing the master of the temple, and it was also because of Feng Ru.

He did not dare to face up to his dark side in his heart, and felt ashamed of his master.

"Hey, I should at least thank that senior." Feng Yu thought of Wusheng in a complicated and contradictory mood. No matter what Ji Liao did, he should thank that senior.

Now that he has left the venue, it is difficult to go in again.

Feng Yu was struggling, and a black shadow silently invaded the ground under his feet, like a swamp, Feng Yu fell into it directly without any time to make any sound.

The black shadow retreated like a tide.

Feng Yu disappeared and no one noticed it yet, and the battle meeting continued.

Feng Ru's next opponent must be powerful, but she still almost defeated her opponent every time. In the eyes of others, she felt that her luck was too weird, and she won by a slight difference every time.

The opponent was not convinced by the loss, but gradually they all recognized her as a disciple of Wuzhuang Temple, and saw that she was a female monk, so she did not receive much boo.

On the other hand, the Taoist priest in black, Goudan won with thunder. From the beginning, he was not favored by others. When the final decisive game of the character A field, almost no one was optimistic that Feng Ru, who had always been lucky to win, could walk through Goudan.

At this time, many people felt the wonder of fate. The first opponent defeated by the Taoist priest in black came from Wuzhuangguan, and the last opponent was also from Wuzhuangguan.

And it happens to be a man and a woman, which conforms to the Taoist way of yin and yang.

"Could this guy have the destiny?" Even in the judges' seat, there were masters from the Heavenly Dao Alliance thinking like this.

Ji Liao joked to Wusheng: "Do you want my name Feng Ru to show some mercy to your subordinate?"

Wusheng said: "I don't know that guy."

Ji Liao smiled and said, "I think he knows you. Maybe he is your former subordinate, but you don't remember it."

Wusheng said: "It's possible."

If someone is by their side, it will be strange. The Taoist priest in black is obviously stronger, but Ji Liao and the others have already decided that Feng Ru will win.

...

Feng Ru and the Taoist priest in black confronted each other ten feet apart.

"The person you were seriously injured before was my senior brother." Feng Ru said.

The Taoist priest in black moved his lips slightly, "You want to avenge him?"

Feng Ru said: "I mean I won't hold back this time, so you'd better give in, otherwise I won't guarantee you will survive."

After several battles against the enemy, her confidence became more and more abundant.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of the black-clothed Taoist priest and said, "Don't worry, I won't die."

"start!"

As the bell of fighting sounded, Feng Ru subconsciously drew out the long sword. Her heart throbbed, and the tip of the sword turned into a mysterious trajectory, stabbing towards the gap on the right.

A wave of waves exploded, and violent wind and dust suddenly arose.

Feng Ru closed her eyes directly and used her sense of qi to draw a sword. Because the Taoist priest in black was too fast, her spiritual consciousness and eyesight could not keep up.

The two fought from the ground to the air. The Taoist priests in black flew up, spreading their teeth and claws, and attacked fiercely. The energy emitted scattered to the field, and cracks immediately appeared, with extremely terrifying power.

But even though the attack of the black-clothed Taoist priest was so terrible, Feng Ru actually followed her completely without any slightest force. Her swordsman seemed to be messy, but she was always the weakest part of the black-clothed Taoist priest, forcing the attacking power of the black-clothed Taoist priest to burst out in a concentrated manner, and many of them were scattered everywhere.

Use the spirit to control it but not to see it. The official knows to stop and the spirit wants to move.

On the stands, Yuan Bupo, the prime minister who was watching the battle secretly, showed a shock. He was a Taoist master and recognized that Feng Ru's swordsmanship was not any of the Wuzhuangguan techniques, but it was also the embodiment of Wuzhuangguan's Qi refining method to practice to an extremely high level.

To be honest, he is only one step away from the master of the Taoist list, but Feng Ru is young, how could she achieve the realm where even he can only touch the surface now?

At the same time, Yuan Bupo was also shocked by the ability of the Taoist priest in black. If it were someone else, Feng Ru would have already disintegrated with the counterattack of her vital attacks. Maybe he would have to spray a few mouthfuls of blood to relieve the chaos in his body.

As a result, every time the Taoist priest in black attacked Feng Ru to a weak point and when the magic was about to fail, it turned into Yin and Yang, reversing life and death. The vitality and death aura in the magic did not follow the routine at all, blocking Feng Ru's counterattack.

This is like a person's joints, which can twist the force at will, and there is no pattern to do so.

Yuan Bupo deduced the magic of the Taoist priest in black, thinking that if he was a normal person, he might have to explode and die directly. Because the magic power in his body was so random, he couldn't think of a reason for this person to die.

A fierce collision, the void shocked, and Feng Ru and the Taoist priest in black were temporarily separated.

Feng Ru seriously said to the people in the stands around, "Please leave."

The Taoist priest in black gasped slightly, his eyes unchanged from Feng Ru.

After Feng Ru finished speaking, a powerful magical spirit burst out from her body, and the sky suddenly became gloomy and dark clouds were covered with dark clouds.

Countless eyes were turned to Feng Ru.
Chapter completed!