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Bi Yunfeng, who was without a trace of blood, ran wildly.

No. It must not. It must not. He practiced hard, but how could he be even a twelve-year-old boy?

Last time, there was a sudden attack on the main peak and it was understandable that it was impossible to defeat it. What explanation is this time?

From the throat down to the heart, five bloody scars were like a heart-wrenching pain in the tide. They repeatedly reminded him that this was not an illusion, but it was so real that it could not be real anymore.

Tan Weiran is at the seventh level of the human barrier, and he is at the third level of Tongxuan. He was defeated again and was injured.

Cultivation is cultivation, and skills are skills. In addition, only one way is the real strength. Bi Yunfeng understands this truth and also witnesses the Xingtian Sect’s experience of the transcendent realm and beats the Tongxuan realm all over the ground for teeth.

The only thing he never thought about was that this would happen to him one day. He always believed that he was the latter.

Tan Weiran had a huge hatred, and he was not in a hurry to kill Bi Yunfeng, but chased him coldly, chasing him. From time to time, he broke out and caught up, adding new injuries to Bi Yunfeng who was rushing to escape.

Blood was dripping, falling all the way, and scattering countless times. Bi Yunfeng had an extremely miserable shape. After entering the Xingtian Sect's realm, there were more disciples, attracting many people to look at him.

From the occasional sight of three or five disciples walking together, there have been more and more disciples coming and going on the road. Among them, there are many disciples who see Yongfeng, who are mostly cold and even look at Bi Yunfeng in awkward eyes, but no one has helped.

What is particularly ridiculous is that Bi Yunfeng ran all the way, and there were many disciples of Yongfeng on the way, but he didn't even recognize any of them. It shows how arrogant this person is and how different his popularity is. This scene is very pitiful and hateful to the disciples.

Tan Weiran smiled slightly and flew around without any haste. The hatred and even the urge to kill people appeared in his heart again and again, and he wanted to go forward and crush Bi Yunfeng's Tianling Gai with one move.

Until he met someone, Bi Yunfeng's cry for help was silenced in his throat and shouted: "Brother Guan, help me quickly."

Seeing this, this man shouted: "Who are you? How dare you chase and kill my disciples of Xingtian Sect...ah, puff!"

This man's harsh harshness was not finished, and Tan Weiran's erratic body movement reappeared again, raising a golden glow and sweeping across the man's chest, bringing out a bunch of blood. He took the opportunity to kick the man on the trunk with one flying leg, and fainted on the spot.

This person could stop him for a moment, and Bi Yunfeng had already fled far away.

Tan Weiran was cold: "If you escape from my hands today, I will stand still and let you kill a hundred times." This statement really brought the murderous intent that accumulated in my heart without reservation.

It's not an oath, it's especially good.

Bi Yunfeng felt a bone-broken chill rising from the bottom of his heart, spreading his internal organs, as if he had frozen all the blood, and his body couldn't help but shivered with an unprecedented violent chill.

Not to mention that Bi Yunfeng is not stupid, even if he is stupid, he must have heard the murderous intent of Tan Weiran's words. A true, heartfelt fear finally spreads to his body and mind. Finally, he began to feel fear and roared hysterically: "Who are you, why do you kill me!"

"I came from the Nine Nether Yellow Spring." Tan Weiran was so sad, and his voice was like coming from the Ghost Realm, and it was endless: "I'll take revenge!"

Bi Yunfeng breathed heavily, wondering if the blood was gone too much, or the fear that made his heart shrink. Looking back, he saw not a short boy, but a demon of the yellow spring wrapped in a wave of blood.

The breath of death passed by again and again, and Bi Yunfeng was about to go crazy: "If you dare to kill me, my father is the general of the North West Road of Dazhao, and my mother is the daughter of Duke An Guo. If you dare to kill me, my parents will definitely not let you go!"

Tan Weiran roared wildly, and murderous intent soared into the sky: "Don't worry, I will definitely send your parents down to accompany you!"

At this moment, I saw Yongfeng looking at him.

Bi Yunfeng was extremely ecstatic and rushed past the gate of Yongfeng Mountain, turned around and laughed fiercely: "Boy, this is seeing Yongfeng's territory, who dares to act wildly here? When I report to the head, I will kill you, a dead bastard."

Tan Weiran said nothing and watched Bi Yunfeng run up the mountain. He suppressed his murderous intent and clasped his fists at the two disciples Jian Yongfeng who were guarding the mountain gate, and said seriously: "I am Jian Xingfeng Tan Weiran, come to meet Yongfeng to get someone."

"Please inform, please give way."

Tan Weiran smiled, gentle and polite. The two disciples looked at each other and laughed out loud with bad expressions, as if they heard the funnyest joke in the world, and they laughed so hard that they laughed: "Hahaha, you, come to us to catch people."

"Hahaha. Disciples of Jianxing Peak, come to see Yongfeng arrest people." The two of them laughed so hard that they couldn't stop: "What is Jianxing Peak? You dare to come to arrest people. You dare to ask us to give way in a bold way. Could this kid be in a bad mind?"

Tan Weiran said calmly: "My brain is not broken."

"This is called "First rituals and then troops."

When the two men saw the Yongfeng disciples hilarious, they found that the handsome child in front of them suddenly disappeared, and suddenly appeared in a place close by, lifting up and falling down with their hands.

One child dared to fight with us. The two of them were contemptuous and turned into panic in the blink of an eye. The white and tender little hands fell down, like a hill hitting their heads on their bodies, and they couldn't resist it.

As soon as the two met, they were beaten to the mountain gate and unconscious. It is hard to imagine that only with this ability can they still have the energy to contempt others.

Tan Weiran looked up at the majestic Jian Yongfeng, gently soothed his fingers, tilted his head and grinned, and said to himself: "Killing people on Jian Yongfeng? I feel excited when I think about it, and I can't wait."

Seeing this handsome boy, he actually raised his legs and took the first step towards Jian Yongfeng.

The disciples who saw this scene were all shocked and suddenly burst into tears: "This young man from Xingxing Peak really dares to take action when he sees Yongfeng. Wouldn't that be looking for death?"

"This young man is really a disciple of Jianxing Peak? Why did I hear that there are only four disciples of Jianxing Peak? If they pretended to be, would they be enemies outside the sect?"

"You don't know anything. Jianxing Peak has a newly included disciple. I heard that he looks like he is eleven or twelve years old. It seems that it is not fake."

"Hehe, the young man is ignorant. When he is beaten and thrown down, he will know that he is amazing. Seeing that Yongfeng is the most disciples of our sect, he can't provoke easily."

"Hey, which side are you from? Seeing that Yongfeng and these people are all brave and domineering, you have never suffered from them, we have suffered. I really want this young man to give Jian Yongfeng a good meal."

"Just do it like this, I'm waiting for the result here, maybe there's a good show."

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As the disciples said, the most disciples of Yongfeng were seen.

Tan Weiran Shang was halfway up the mountain, and several disciples came down together and shouted loudly when they saw this: "Who dares to enter Yongfeng without any chance?"

Before he finished speaking, he was hit by Tan Weiran's heavy punch, and he was humming and screaming like a gourd.

The disciples were shocked and angry: "Who are you? You dare to hurt people in Yongfeng when we see you. Do you want to live?" As he said that, he surrounded him.

Tan Weiran flashed with a cold light, thrusting left and right like a ghost. In an instant, the light and shadows were heavy, and the light of the dragon claw hand blocked the sunlight. I saw that wherever the dragon claw hand went, blood was about to burst out, and there was a bit of indescribable gorgeous beauty.

With a few moves, he knocked these people over to the ground. Tan Weiran shook his hand, flicked the blood on his fingers, shaking his chic temperament, as if he was walking in his home yard, continuing to move upwards.

It was just at this moment that several people chatted and laughed and saw Yongfeng's disciples coming down from above, and jumped up and shouted: "Who is it, take him down."

Tan Weiran sneered, not wanting to say much at all. He raised his hand and was invincible dragon claw hand. He used it with one move, just like a five-clawed golden dragon soaring into the clouds and choosing people to eat.

Bang! Bang bang!

The figures of Yongfeng disciples were seen flying around the mountain road, or being knocked over to the ground.

A handsome young man with red lips and white teeth walked up so leisurely, carrying a splendid breath falling from the clouds. Along the way, all the disciples who dared to attack him were about to part with a touch, and blood immediately burst into pieces.

What is particularly shocking is that the cultivation level of this handsome young man seems to be just the seventh level of the human level. Along the way, he has encountered many disciples of Yongfeng who have seen that most of the cultivation level are above this level, and they are still unable to resist and are knocked away.

Seeing the Yongfeng disciple flying in the sky in a daze and lying on the ground, I couldn't figure out how a short boy, a pair of white and tender little hands, could have such powerful power and how could he knock them down one after another?

The young man, whose hands seemed to have unique magic, gently raised up and fell heavily. Every time he would have a beautiful bright red flower, shining and showing off his extraordinaryness.

In Tan Weiran's powerful and proficient dragon claw hands and rich fighting experience, he saw Yongfeng's disciples fly up like paper men, sprinkle blood, and then fall down.

Go forward all the way up. I think, I dare, I can!

Anyone who has obstacles will be overthrown by Tan Weiran, and no one can be the enemy of one unit. A mountain road that is neither long nor short has become an indelible and painful memory for many Yongfeng disciples.

"Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!"

The miserable voices were rising and falling on the Yongfeng Mountain Road. All kinds of ohs, ohs, and thunderous sounds, wrapped in a unique rhythm, and seemed to be cicadas by the pond in summer.

The mountain road is long, and the handsome young man walks freely on it. The screams of bitterness come one after another are intertwined in the air behind it to form a unique rhythm.

Blue clothes, blue belt, and bloody little hands.

The handsome boy exudes persistence and cruelty.

Construct a wonderful scene and carve it in everyone's memory. In the bright sunshine of late summer, freehand paintings are brilliantly recorded.

When Bi Yunfeng, who was treating his injuries on the hillside, saw this scene, his stomach had a violent spasm that he had never experienced before, vomiting all his bile, pointing at the boy, and roaring wildly:

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"
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