Cultivation starts with taming beasts

"Nascent Soul Ancestor?"

Qi Heng knew that this was the arrival of the Iron Blood Hall Ancestor. This old man was not a good guy either. Although he did not attack him openly, the pressure from the Nascent Soul Stage was like a mountain pressing down on his head.

He could not move, and his legs began to bend involuntarily, clearly to give him a warning.

The gap between the Nascent Soul Stage and the Purple Mansion Stage was so big that even the pressure from the momentum made Qi Heng almost unable to resist. He was pressed to the ground, but he refused to kneel down. He half-squatted and supported himself with his hands to withstand the pressure.

"Such a stubborn kid, your temper is just what I like. It would be a good thing to catch you and marry you to Bai Yatou as a Taoist partner! I am hundreds of years older than you. What's the harm in kneeling in front of me!

Don't be ignorant of the consequences and have to taste the consequences of having your legs broken!"

The Iron Emperor Ancestor said that he appreciated Qi Heng, but he did not hold back at all.

Qi Heng has always been a steady person, but he is an indomitable person. Although his body is under great pressure, he still did not speak softly, even though he knew that the other party would not kill him.

He just wanted to kill his prestige and regain the face that Tiexuetang had lost.

"The ancestor is not my ancestor, what is there for me to kneel to, heaven and earth, the emperor, parents and teachers, you have taken that again! I am a disciple of the God Transformation, can your Tiexuetang bear my kneeling?"

Qi Heng resisted the pressure and roared,

At the same time, he fully operated the Eternal Evergreen Art, and a shadow of the Eastern Green Wood appeared behind him. With the appearance of this green wood, Qi Heng's pressure was greatly reduced, and he actually took out the ghost painting talisman passed down by Qi Yunxian again and flew towards the Tiehuang ancestor.

"Hmph! Nonsense! A disciple of the God of Transformation? What kind of disciple of the God of Transformation is he without even a protector? Stop flattering yourself. Just a registered disciple is a registered disciple!

You dare to use such a trick again!"

Perhaps because he was shocked by Qi Heng's identity as a disciple of the God of Transformation, Tie Huang relaxed for a moment, which allowed Qi Heng to make a move smoothly. Otherwise, with his strength in the Nascent Soul stage, there was no possibility for Qi Heng to make a move.

"Old Ancestor, be careful, the flying sword in the ghost painting talisman is not simple!"

Tie Xin was afraid that the old ancestor Tie Huang would suffer from his overconfidence, so he reminded him immediately,

"You are so angry that I am dying. Do you even look down on the old ancestor? Look carefully, with the magical power of my Iron Blood Hall, how difficult is it to break this flying sword technique?

Iron Blood Handprint!"

Face to face hundreds of lifeless killing swords, the old ancestor Tie Huang reached out his hand, and a huge blood-colored hand was formed instantly. It was the iconic magical power of the Iron Blood Hall, the Iron Blood Handprint!

The blood-colored giant hand generated a huge suction force in the palm. With Qi Heng's spiritual power, he naturally couldn't control the movement trajectory of hundreds of Wusheng Killing Swords. All the Wusheng Killing Swords were like mother swallows returning to their nests, and all fell into the palm of the blood-colored giant hand.

The Iron Emperor sneered and crushed all the flying swords, easily defusing the attack.

"Hmph! Flying swords of the Jindan level are useless in front of me. Boy, do you want to follow me by yourself? Or do you want me to cut off your hands and feet and drag you to the Iron Blood Hall!"

Qi Heng faced a powerful enemy at the level of the Yuanying Ancestor for the first time. All his means could not do anything to the opponent. Even the ghost painting talisman that had just displayed its divine power was of no use to the Iron Emperor Ancestor.

"The junior will follow the ancestor. Please don't embarrass my friend!"

Qi Heng was helpless now. In front of the Yuanying Ancestor, he had no right to say no.

"It's good that you know what's good for you. By the way, this flying sword technique has some tricks. Who gave you this life-saving item?"

Tie Huang Patriarch looked at the bloodstain on his palm and asked casually.

Just now, it seemed that he had easily resolved hundreds of flying swords from Qi Yunxian, but only he knew the real situation, hundreds of flying swords of the Jindan level.

Even a Yuanying Zhenjun like Tie Huang had his palm scratched by the flying sword, leaving a wound on the palm, but it did not cause any impact on him.

In a breath, the wound had healed.

But a Jindan-level cultivator could rely on the flying sword technique to hurt him. Naturally, it was not an ordinary cultivator, so he asked with some curiosity.

"To be honest, this is something my father drew. I was angry just now and offended you. Please forgive me, Patriarch!"

Qi Heng was also a flexible person. He was angered by Tie Huang Patriarch's words just now, so he attacked in anger. Now that he was in the hands of others, he naturally did not dare to continue to provoke Tie Huang Patriarch.

Judging from his words and deeds just now, this Iron Emperor Patriarch is probably a lawless person. Perhaps his title as a disciple of the God of Transformation cannot scare him.

"Your father? It seems that your father is really capable. Just capture him and make him a guest elder in our Iron Blood Hall. Anyway, you and Bai Yatou will become Taoist couples, and we are all considered family members."

Iron Emperor changed the subject and said jokingly,

"How can this be possible? Bai Ling Susu and I have never met, how can we become Taoist couples? Besides, she likes my younger brother Qi Feng. The ancestor must not joke about this!"

Qi Heng was really scared. With the status and position of the Iron Emperor Patriarch, he is naturally a person who has the final say in the Iron Blood Hall. If he really wants to make a match, he will be powerless to resist.

When the time comes, he will take the blame for Qi Feng.

"Why not! If I say it's okay, then it's okay. What's the matter? Do you feel that our Iron Blood Hall's Bai girl is not worthy of you? You little brat, Bai girl is the granddaughter of our ancestor, and she also has the talent of a natural spiritual root.

That disciple in the Iron Blood Hall didn't want to win the beauty back, so he took advantage of you, kid, but you still dare to push back and forth. Do you really think that the ancestor has a good temper? "

The Iron Emperor Ancestor's expression changed and he said fiercely,

At the same time, he stretched out his right hand, grabbed Qi Heng's head, and smashed it toward the ground. A loud noise came, and when the dust dispersed, a deep pit with a radius of one foot appeared where Qi Heng was just now.

Qi Heng's head was directly inserted into the soil, forming a very embarrassed appearance. Fortunately, the soil here was soft, and Qi Heng was a monk of the Zifu. He was not hurt at all, but his face was completely lost.

"Ancestor said a few polite words to you, but you really dare to refuse! Can you make me surrender with just a few big words? Ridiculous! Today, Ancestor has mercy on you and teaches you a lesson. No matter how big the backstage is, it can't be compared to what I have in my hands. The fist is big!

When a person with a big fist speaks, it makes sense. Do you understand? This time it’s just a small punishment but a big warning. I’ll think about it clearly in the future and talk to my ancestor properly! Remember you don’t have the right to say no! "

The Iron Emperor Ancestor looked at Qi Heng mockingly and said casually,

"After all, my ancestor still doesn't dare to kill me. You are afraid! With your behavior, Iron Blood Hall will be destroyed sooner or later in your hands!"

Qi Heng's mentality is really broken. He has been going smoothly in his life and has never encountered such a setback. This feeling of being wantonly humiliated by Zhenjun Nascent Soul is not good. He is a disciple of the Transformation God in Yanyun City and everyone respects him. .

In the land of Zhongzhou, there is a little-known Master Ling Zhi. This time in front of the Iron Emperor Ancestor, all the auras he had in the past were of no use. Even when the other party revealed his identity, he still did not give him any face and lost his temper. Then, he once again verbally provoked the Iron Emperor Ancestor.

"Qi Heng, shut up! Master Iron Emperor, stop! This person has some background behind him, so he can't be killed!"

Tie Xin, who was familiar with the Iron Emperor's temper, heard this and knew something was wrong. His uncle was powerful, but he was also known for his temper! Even the supreme elders in the hall would shake their heads when talking about him.