Create A Cultivation Technique At The Beginning

When, when, when,...

The bells rang throughout the entire Zhongnan Mountain, enough to ensure that every Quanzhen disciple could hear it.

This caused some commotion again in the originally peaceful Quanzhen Sect.

In the main hall.

The Quanzhen Seven Sons are here once again.

"what happened?"

"Senior Brother, why are the seven bells ringing?"

Qiu Chuji shouted loudly, and he had already thought about it when he stepped in.

And at this moment, not only him, but also the other seven Quanzhen disciples all had solemn expressions on their faces.

According to the rules of the Taoist sect, under normal circumstances, the bells are only ringed three times, and only for major events will there be more.

Seven bells already represent that something big has happened.

This had to make them nervous.

"Yes, Senior Brother, logically nothing should happen."

"Senior brother, isn't it the Jin Kingdom that has sent troops here again?"

"It's impossible. The Jin Kingdom is too busy taking care of itself right now. It probably doesn't have the time or energy. I got news some time ago that Mongolia in the north has risen. The Jin Kingdom is not peaceful now, and most of its energy is focused on the north."

"Brother!"

Qiu Chuji, Sun Buer, Hao Datong, and one of the Quanzhen Seventh Sons spoke one after another.

And in this word.

Ma Yu's expression was extremely solemn.

He waved his hand to signal his junior brothers to be quiet.

"Take a look!"

"This is from Ouyang Feng."

Ma Yu's face looked a little ugly when he spoke in a low voice.

And after hearing their senior brother's words, the expressions of the other people couldn't help but change.

Ouyang Feng, just this name is enough to make them solemn, because that person is one of the five best in the world along with their master.

The most pinnacle existence in today's martial arts world.

Although he is ranked at the top, he is also at the end of his path in making decisions.

At this moment, not to mention that none of them had truly reached the decision. Even if they had reached the decision, they were unlikely to be Ouyang Feng's opponent.

As for Ouyang Feng's letter, I'm afraid it's not as simple as a letter.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

When several people open.

The printed words made their pupils shrink involuntarily.

"Brother Wang, I heard that you were seriously injured. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear the scriptures, so I asked you to do it for me. I will come to pick it up in three days. Please make it convenient for me, Brother Wang. Otherwise, don't blame me for not being able to bear it." You're welcome."

The words were very simple. He was a martial artist and a native of the Western Regions. Ouyang Feng simply told the story and made his purpose clear.

"Asshole!"

"Ouyang Feng, you've gone too far!"

Looking at the words on it, the faces of the other Quanzhen Seven Sons suddenly became equally ugly, and a few of them even shouted loudly.

However, Ma Yu shook his head and spoke in a deep voice.

"Junior brothers, it seems that your master has entered the Tomb of the Living Dead and may have been seriously injured. There is no doubt about Ouyang Feng's strength. I and the others are no match for him."

Ma Yu's voice came in, and several people fell silent.

Even if you don't want to admit it, this is a fact. Without Wang Chongyang, the Quanzhen Sect really has no ability to stop Ouyang Feng. Even though Qiu Chuji's strength has improved a lot in this era and is much stronger than in the original work, compared to Ouyang Feng, he still has Huge difference.

The so-called response is naturally out of the question.

"Brother!"

Qiu Chuji opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Ma Yu glanced at his junior brothers, took a long breath, and then spoke slowly.

"I have informed my uncle that he should be able to return to the Quanzhen Sect tomorrow. However, although his martial arts has been decided, he may not be Ouyang Feng's opponent. We may need our assistance next, so everyone should be prepared."

As Ma Yu said this, he couldn't help but think of the young man in his mind, and subconsciously touched his arms with his right hand.

There, the little sword that the junior brother left behind before he left is still there.

For some reason, Ma Yu had a feeling that he might have to rely on this this time.

Although even now, he doesn't know what the use of this small sword is.

But this feeling came so urgently and unexpectedly that he unconsciously carried this thing with him in the past few days.

"yes!"

"Brother!"

"clear!"

Quanzhen Seventh Son, the others quickly responded.

When they heard that Zhou Botong was about to return, most of them couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, compared to them who are only at the first-class level, Zhou Botong is at the same level as Ouyang Feng. Even if there is a certain gap between him and Ouyang Feng, the gap is not that big.

This time history finally changed.

Wang Chongyang, who was supposed to pass away, did not pass away this time.

But in fact, it can be said that nothing has changed.

Because Wang Chongyang was seriously injured and unable to leave the Tomb of the Living Dead, the meaning was similar.

Everything seems to be back to square one.

On Zhongnan Mountain, Ouyang Feng ascended.

In the main hall, Zhou Botong hurried back.

At this moment, Zhou Botong no longer had any cheerful expression, only a solemn look on his face.

Zhou Botong has a childlike innocence, but he is not stupid.

He knew very well what was going on with the Quanzhen Sect at this time.

"Ma Yu, you form the Tiangang Beidou Formation."

"I'll block Ouyang Feng."

"Yes, it's Uncle Master!"

While several people were talking, the next moment, the atmosphere of the entire hall also became condensed at this moment. A sense of oppression came to his face, and even Zhou Botong couldn't help but take a step back.

"Hahaha!"

A long roar, with extremely terrifying True Qi, instantly broke through the sound barrier, and quickly came from a distance.

It even brought up waves of wind pressure.

"Zhou Botong, you alone want to stop me?"

"Add that kid!"

With wild laughter coming from the mountain road, a figure slowly and quickly rushed over.

Inadvertently, he had already arrived at the entrance of the main hall.

He looked thirty years old, wearing a gray-black gown, and in his hand was a snake staff as tall as one person. The snake's head was flat, his mouth was wide open, and his eyes were cold, making people feel inexplicably chilly.

The moment you step in, the aura has enveloped the entire surroundings.

"Ouyang Feng, my senior brother is not dead yet. You broke into our Quanzhen Sect without permission. Do you want to die?"

Zhou Botong shouted loudly, and his figure stepped forward to block the front of the Quanzhen Seventh Son.

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(Third update, more to come!!!)