It is also a dark hall without lamps, with heavy hanging inside, not used to isolate people's figures, but curtains used to isolate the vitality of heaven and earth.

The moment Di Choofei's figure approached the front door of the hall, a dry and old palm suddenly pushed open the golden door. It was mixed with the powerful soul power that had been cultivated for many years. It clenched its fist and punched Di Choofei.

The soul power gathered on the fist and formed crystals. A paper-like sound was made in the air ahead.

It was only this voice that made the soft and gentle punch look particularly domineering and strong.

Di Choufei's pupils shrank slightly.

The power of this punch is probably comparable to the power he can stimulate, but the speed of soul power bursting out from his body and the speed of his body punching was obviously much higher than him.

There is only one possibility. The person who punched this punch was once a saint-level practitioner. He fell into the realm for some reason and his soul power retreated to a cultivation level that was only about the same level as him. However, combat experience and perception have nothing to do with the power of the body and soul power. Such an opponent is naturally much more terrifying than an opponent of the same level.

But his body did not slow down, and the rolling soul power surged out of his body and instantly penetrated into the long sword in his hand.

The long sword was handed out, and the sword body slapped the fist, but it made no sound and stuck to the fist.

A shocking and suspicious sound came from the dark hall. Only at this moment did Di Choufei's body shake with the sword body, and cut into the hall at a faster speed.

However, at this moment, another dry hand reached out.

Di Choufei's breathing suddenly stopped, and he felt extremely shocked.

Before the dry hand was stretched out, there was no breath. Not only the breath of soul power, but also the heat emitted from the skin of the body seemed to be completely restrained in the body... The owner of this hand and the owner who punched the previous one were obviously not the same person, but the key is that before the hand was stretched out, Di Choufei did not feel that there was such an opponent at all, just within his very close range.

The owner of this hand was like a shadow of the man who punched him in front of him.

"laugh!"

But the moment the hand was stretched out, the index finger and middle finger were pointed together as swords. The power constrained in his body formed a big sword at this moment and slashed towards Di Chou.

The generals of the three border troops of Yunqin are always the most capable of fighting practitioners.

At this moment, Di Choufei, who had no time to dodge, gathered all his soul power to his left hand to block the invisible sword.

A huge shock.

Di Choufei's entire left arm sleeve exploded, revealing the dark green soft armor inside. His entire left arm drooped softly. I don't know if his arm was dislocated or his bones were broken in a hurry. His face was pale, and blood was overflowing from the corners of his lips. The sword in his right hand flew out of his hand, and his whole body was also shaken backwards.

The shock of the powerful soul power completely opened the golden door of the hall with a creak.

Inside, heavy black curtains were roaring like black waves, and the sun shone into the door. Di Choufei saw that before these heavy curtains, there were more than two, but three burly and very old-fashioned old men.

Moreover, these three old men had dim eyes, but were not blind.

With a thud, Di Choufei's back smashed a jade fence.

The three people's fighting methods and some cultivation methods seemed to be different from those of the current practitioners. Since the old man looked at Di Choufei indifferently and suspiciously, they didn't know what happened in the Zhongzhou Imperial City, and someone actually broke into this place.

The moment the jade fence was smashed on his back, Di Choufei sprayed a mouthful of blood again. However, beyond the expectations of all the old men, he did not take advantage of the opportunity to fly out. Instead, the soul power in his body surged out from under his feet, making his whole body look like a stone thrown by a catapult.

A loud noise suddenly came from the side wall of the main hall!

Bricks and stones flew, and a hole suddenly appeared. Di Choufei's figure flew in from the hole, and passed several curtains desperately, and rushed straight to the middle of the hall.

The three old men shouted angrily at the same time.

The old man who first punched again, punching Di Choofei at the back, but the fist wind rushed through several curtains, and only a few rushed to Di Choofei's body.

Di Choofei staggered, but his body moved forward faster.

The second hand pointed to the sword again and stabbed in the air, cutting the tough armor on Di Choufei's back and waist. Even the bones in the flesh and blood could be vaguely seen, and blood was like a waterfall, making half of his body full of blood.

The third hand was about to touch Di Choufei's back, but at this moment, he stopped.

Because Di Choufei had already arrived at the center of this hall.

Di Choufei just took a look and got the answer he wanted to know. He knew why the old man behind him dared not gush his soul power violently at this time and forced himself to stop. He learned this secret of Zhenlong Mountain.

Just as he was trying to pedal down hard, the dim pupils of the master of the third hand behind him suddenly contracted, Di Choufei coughed lightly and coughed up another mouthful of blood.

When his mouth of blood was sprayed onto a black curtain that blocked the wind and energy, his whole body had already swept to another palace wall, knocked out a hole again, and rushed out.

...

At the same time, the three old men in the hall changed their faces again.

A faint, but unusually dense sound and unusually dense flow of vital energy came from a distance, allowing them to clearly feel it.

This extremely dense sound came from the ancient stone hall in the back mountain, extremely distant, as if the inside of the stone hall was so deep that it was unimaginable.

A strong wind suddenly rushed out of the door of the stone hall, rolling up countless yellow dead leaves on the stone steps at the door.

Some green vines that grew along the top of the stone hall were torn off by the violently vibrating winds, and they seemed surprisingly fragile, cracked into countless segments and flew out.

Inside the entrance of the stone hall, even pieces of broken green vines flew out, as if because the stone hall was too old, even green vines grew from the gaps in the stone hall to the inside of the stone hall.

Di Choufei, who had just learned a secret of Zhenlong Mountain and knocked out a palace, also sensed the collision of powerful forces. His eyes began to show a look of extreme fear, suppressing his injuries, and desperately starting to escape towards the planned escape route. At this time, he knew that what he expected was not realized at all. In this Zhenlong Mountain, there was no saint master who was transferred to other places in Zhongzhou City as he thought. There was still a saint master in this mountain.

However, this saint master may have encountered a person who sneaked into Zhenlong Mountain like him, and that person was also a saint master.

...

The strong wind from the entrance of the stone palace gushed out of the dozens of breaths and fluctuated hundreds of times.

Nangong Weiyang's body first appeared from the entrance of the stone hall. Her face was still very calm, but there were a few slight cracks on her blue shirt.

After her body completely retreated from the stone steps, her cold sword light flew out from the entrance of the stone hall and floated in front of her.

A thin old man with a hunched and short figure and wearing a golden dragon robe, then appeared at the entrance of the stone hall and stepped on the stone steps cleaned by the strong wind.

At this moment, only Emperor Yunqin and the eldest princess could wear clothes decorated with golden dragon patterns. However, during the period of the late emperor, there were still a group of people who were given dragon clothes because of the late emperor's commendation. These people were the dead soldiers of the late emperor, the True Dragon Guard.

"You have to die."

It seemed that until now, the True Dragon Guard, who had only appeared in the legend of Yun Qin's previous emperor, had seen Nangong Weiyang's figure and face clearly. Because of Nangong Weiyang's youth and strength, a look of surprise appeared on his face, but he immediately made a sound, extremely majestic and solemn, with a hint of regret.

"You are the best genius with the best qualifications in practicing since the founding of Yun Qin... It's just a child. Zhenlong Mountain is not a place where you can come whenever you want, or go whenever you want."

Faced with the words of the hunchbacked and short old man, Nangong Weiyang shook his head seriously, but said inexplicably, "You don't have fingers."

The hunched and short hands and the rest of the body were completely covered in the majestic and wide golden robe of Panlong, with only the head exposed. He was not surprised when he heard this. A golden light flew out of his sleeve, but it was a golden little golden sword with a dragon rune. "Without fingers, the soul power can gush quickly." He looked at Nangong Weiyang and said, "And I have a sword too."

"But you are afraid of my sword."

Nangong Weiyang shook his head seriously again and looked at the calm-faced old man, "I haven't figured out the reason yet, but you are indeed afraid of my sword... So although your cultivation is higher than mine, you can't keep me."

The hunched and short old man's body shook slightly, and the corners of his calm mouth twitched slightly.

"You don't even have toes." At this time, Nangong Weiyang looked at his feet seriously again, "I didn't understand why, but I didn't have toes. After all, when I was running and escaping, I was not as flexible as me, so you were even more unlikely to keep me."

After saying this, this saint who was probably the most personalized saint in the world turned around and left.

Her body was walking ahead, but her flying sword was like life, always following several feet behind her.

The hunched and short old man's body shook slightly again, and the light on the golden flying sword flickered constantly, but he did not take a step in the end.

"I'm not afraid of your sword, but this cold breath reminds some past events."

"You have taken away a half of Zhenlong Mountain's secret, but I don't know if you will realize it." After Nangong Weiyang's breath completely disappeared from the world he perceived, the hunchbacked old man's body trembled slightly, and he sighed helplessly.
Chapter completed!