Ordinary monks are not at the level of ascending to the Immortal Realm, and it is difficult to gain insight into Wuheng's Great Dao Unified Metaphysics.

And the only powerhouses in the Immortal Realm on the scene were Huo Zhen and the two elders of Hechangshan, so Wu Heng could hide his strength without any scruples, and fell on the point of the Three Realms of Tongtian.

The sect master of the Falling Mountain Sect was in the eleventh realm of the gods, observed Wu Heng for a long time, and concluded: "This young man named Zhao Fan is not only very talented, but he can be called a dragon and a phoenix among people in the important land of the Immortal Gate." ”

"Sect Master, what kind of cultivation do you think he has?" asked a monk of the Falling Mountain Sect, who was about thirty years old. This person's name is Zhang Yunfei, introverted and calm, and he is the strongest disciple of the younger generation of the Luoshan Sect.

"The three realms of Tongtian are small. The sect master's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had seen through all things in heaven and earth, giving people an unfathomable sense of profundity.

"Young age, but with such strength, terrifying!" Zhang Yunfei was speechless, his expression gloomy. Originally, Wu Jing of the Luoshan Sect had swept the entire young generation of Qingyunmen, making the other party lose face, who knew that such a demon would emerge at the last moment, turning the tide and cultivating Wu Jing to ashes, and the sequoia was beaten into a pig's head, and the glamorous image was greatly damaged!

Sequoia had no face to see, so she simply found a robe to cover her whole body, and said to Zhang Yunfei in a resentful voice: "Senior Brother Yunfei, now only your cultivation is the only one who can suppress that kid, you must teach him a hard lesson, no, kill him, you must kill him!"

The last few words were uttered by Sequoia in the voice of the Divine Mind.

She secretly said to Zhang Yunfei: "Senior Brother Yunfei, as soon as you come on the field, you will use thunder to wipe it out, so that Qingyunmen will not have any chance to react!"

"Good. Zhang Yunfei agreed.

Killing "Zhao Fan" is also the meaning of the sect master, and he doesn't want a future powerhouse to appear in Qingyunmen.

The Qingyunmen monks were all in astonishment, unable to speak for a long time.

Many Qingyunmen elders stared at each other, and the nephew of Zhao's head was too terrifying, and with one fist, he seriously injured Wu Jing, who even picked up forty-one disciples of Qingyunmen, and flew out of the ring!

What's even more terrifying is that Sequoia, which is stronger than Wu Jing, was still beaten by Wu Heng with three punches and two kicks!

"Wow, this Qingyunmen's face has been saved, Zhao's nephew is young but his martial arts are extraordinary, joining my Qingyunmen is definitely a big battle, and he can even surpass Zhang Yunfei of the Luoshan Sect in the future!"

"This matter is very good, in the future, Wu Guo will see who will dare to laugh at me Qingyunmen has no successor!" The elders were overjoyed, as if they had discovered a treasure, and they loved Wu Heng very much.

It's just that they never dreamed that this nephew of the head of Zhao was actually a fake identity, and his real identity was the legendary boy Wu Heng, a monster who didn't even care about the immortal master!

"Amazing, Brother Zhao Fan is really hiding deeply, just now I was worried that he was not Wu Jing's opponent, but now it seems that I am too worried. Liu Yue's spirit was radiant, and he changed his previous weak and embarrassed appearance, and he felt relieved in his heart. Finally, someone can suppress the arrogance of the Falling Mountain Sect.

The young disciples of Tianmen Mountain had very flat expressions, which had long been expected.

A guy who can calmly escape in front of the four immortal masters, will he not be able to deal with these little minions of the Falling Mountain Sect?

"It's itchy to look at!" Xing Yu looked eager to try, thinking that Wu Heng had robbed him of everything that was in the limelight!

The young people of the Luoshan Sect had long since lost their previous posture of being a prosperous man, and they each showed a dignified expression, knowing that Zhao Fan could not be underestimated, and perhaps only by letting Senior Brother Yunfei make a move could they win this game.

"Yunfei, you go and meet the nephew of the head of Zhao for a while!" The Sect Master of the Falling Mountain Sect regained his calmness, his eyes were deep, like a master outside the world, who had long been insulated from mortal dust, and he was not alarmed.

The elders of Qingyunmen knew that Zhang Yunfei was powerful, and one of the old men refused: "Zhang Yunfei is much older than Zhao Fan, this competition is not fair at all!"

"Yes, I think this competition is over. The monks beside the old man echoed each other's words.

Now that Qingyunmen finally has a talented disciple, he is protected by a lone seedling baby, how can he be allowed to play against Zhang Yunfei, if there is a mistake, Qingyunmen can not afford it.

"If you don't compare the victory or defeat, how can it be considered a competition?" the people from the Falling Mountain Sect asked, pressing step by step.

They must save their dignity and not let Qingyunmen find an excuse to get out.

"If no one from Qingyunmen plays, this competition will be self-righteous, of course, this also means that the Luoshan Sect has won the Qingyunmen!" Zhang Yunfei looked faint, his tone was contemptuous, and he squinted at the Qingyunmen disciples.

The disciples of Qingyunmen clenched their fists, and they couldn't see Zhang Yunfei's expression of contempt for all beings, and if they had the ability, they would have rushed up to fight and fight hard.

But I just don't have that ability!

Zhang Yunfei is one of the best among the younger generation of Wu State, has never been defeated, and is the future inheritor of the Luoshan Sect.

The skills are not as good as others, and the Qingyunmen monks are speechless to refute.

They won't let Zhao Fan play, lest they be assassinated by Zhang Yunfei.

"If you lose, you lose, I'm upright in Qingyunmen, and I'll lose!" Elder Hua, one of the three god-sealing powerhouses in Qingyunmen, spoke, full of righteousness, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Slow!" Zhao Tiefeng, who had never spoken at this time, stood up from the crowd and stopped Elder Hua, he said, "It's not better, who knows that my Qingyunmen will lose?"

How could he let go of such a great opportunity to severely damage the younger generation of the enemy forces!

If Qingyunmen takes the initiative to admit defeat, it will be equivalent to cheapening the Luoshan Sect. [Wonderful * pen * 閣 ~] m. update fast

Now there is such a demon as Wu Heng who can completely sweep away all the young leaders in Wu Kingdom, of course it can't be wasted, Zhao Tiefeng will definitely let Wu Heng play, as long as Wu Heng plays, Zhang Yunfei will be seriously injured if he doesn't die!

Elder Hua showed a worried look on his face, and said in a deep voice beside Zhao Changfeng: "Zhang Yunfei's methods are famous for being vicious, and he often uses the name of learning to hurt people and cultivate as the foundation, the master, if Zhao Fanfan is allowed to fight, I am afraid it will be dangerous." ”

"The old puppet of the Falling Mountain Sect Sect Master has probably hinted that Zhang Yunfei is ruthless and wants to take the opportunity to kill Zhao Fan, we must not agree!" Zhuang Yuan, the deputy head of Qingyun Sect, spoke. All three of them communicate with their minds, and no one from the outside world can hear the contents.

"It's okay, I have confidence in Zhao Fan. Zhao Tiefeng had a smile on his face that everything was under control.

"Could it be that the head of the sect thinks that he can beat Zhang Yunfei?" the two god-sealing powerhouses of Qingyunmen looked suspicious.

"It's not just a victory, it's completely crushing!" Zhao Tiefeng sneered in his heart, but it was not easy to reveal Wu Heng's true identity, and said, "You'll understand later!"

Zhang Yunfei was already waiting in the three-meter-high ring, holding his hands in front of his chest, with extraordinary confidence, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. As long as that guy named Zhao Fan dares to go to the ring, he will definitely be killed