Heaven-defying Skills

Looking at this scene, everyone's eyes were fixed on it. The crowd in the Mist Temple all showed a trace of cruel and grim smiles, but the Mist God still stood there indifferently, with a faint smile on his lips. It was hard to tell what he was thinking. The only two people who showed worry were Huanxing and Huanyun. Huanxing even screamed, but it was covered by the cry of the little phoenix.

Huanwu's mouth showed a trace of cruelty. The elemental power rolled up Han Fengxue crazily, and the cracks continued to cover Han Fengxue's body, and it seemed that Han Fengxue would be swallowed up. However, at this moment, the space in front of Huanwu suddenly trembled without any signs. Then, Huanwu felt as if his chest was hit hard, and his body was thrown out. There was a trace of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth, but Huanwu was unaware of it. He glanced around in horror and even looked at the God of Mist. He was surprised and uncertain, but at this moment, the God of Mist was also moved, frowning tightly. Where did this sudden attack come from? This scene in front of him was so familiar. Wasn't it the surprise attack he had just used on Han Fengxue? He didn't expect that someone would use the same method on Huanwu so soon. The soul power of the God of Mist continued to spread around, but he was shocked to find that he could not detect the breath of any strong man approaching this side, and his eyes kept changing.

Han Fengxue had already woken up at this moment. Looking at this scene, he was also very confused. How could it be so similar to the plot of Wu Shen against him just now? Was there someone helping him secretly? He looked around, but even Wu Shen couldn't find it, so how could he find anything?

At this moment, the little phoenix had come to Han Fengxue's side. There was still a trace of lingering fear in his wide-open eyes, and Huanxing's heart, which was about to jump out, calmed down a little. He patted his chest, almost frightened her.

"Who is it?" Wu Shen's icy voice suddenly sounded, clearly transmitted to everyone's ears, and continued to spread to the surroundings. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that someone must have saved Han Fengxue at the critical moment, otherwise, how could Huanwu be suddenly injured and retreated, but Huanwu's retreat also reminded them of Han Fengxue's retreat not long ago. It was too similar. At this moment, everyone couldn't help but raise a wisp of doubt again. Did Wu Shen really take action not long ago?

"Yan Yuan, your face seems to be getting thicker and thicker." The ethereal voice spread from all directions, leaving no trace and making it hard to grasp. Hearing this voice, the face of the God of Mist fluctuated fiercely. Yan Yuan, this is his name. It is not surprising that someone calls him by his name, but it is very rare for someone to call him by his face here. But the voice seemed to come from all directions, even he could not catch where it came from. In addition, he could not sense the existence of the other party. Yan Yuan's heart was a little shocked. There was actually a person stronger than him, and that person seemed to come for Han Fengxue.

Seeing the face of the God of Mist, everyone knew that Yan Yuan must be the name of Lord Mist, but someone dared to call Lord Mist by his name and insult him. This was so incredible. What was even more exaggerated was that Lord Mist did not refute the other party's words except that his face fluctuated fiercely, or he did not dare to refute at all, because the strength of the person who came was likely to be stronger than this god-level strongman.

Han Fengxue's eyes also became very interesting. He looked around again. With his intelligence, he could naturally guess that someone was protecting him. The strong man repelled the phantom fog, just like the fog god repelled him just now. Obviously, he had been nearby and waited until he was in danger before he attacked. It seemed that he had been protecting him in secret. This made him no longer feel alone. However, he didn't seem to know a strong man of that level. He dared to insult the fog god and let the fog god not notice his location. It showed how strong the other party was. The teacher in his body might be a strong man of this level, but he was sleeping at this moment. The light in his eyes kept turning and searching in his mind, but no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure out who was helping him in secret.

"Who are you?" The fog god Yan Yuan was very depressed. Someone dared to tease him like this, but he was helpless. He couldn't detect the other party. Seeing the suspicious eyes of the crowd looking at him, the smile in his eyes had long disappeared and turned into a cold color.

"Haha!" Laughter came from all directions, and at this moment, in front of Han Fengxue, a faint spatial fluctuation came out, and a figure suddenly appeared, with white hair and beard, and the skin on his face was also very white. With a white robe, the whole person seemed to be covered by white snow, indescribably out of the world, giving people a sense of ethereal, otherworldly master, very powerful, very powerful.

"Facing a god-level strongman, he is still calm and composed, and even dares to insult him. Very good, I like it." The old man looked at Han Fengxue with a smile, as if he was looking at his junior, his gentle eyes became more and more satisfied, and he kept nodding.

"Senior!" Han Fengxue also showed a trace of respect in his eyes, and bowed slightly. The other party had just saved him, and he was also a god-level strongman, so of course he had to respect him.

"Senior?" The old man shook his head slowly: "No, you shouldn't call me senior, but change the name."

"Change the name?" Han Fengxue was slightly puzzled, looking at this mysterious strong man with an inquiring look.

"Who are you?" But at this moment, the God of Mist Yan Yuan interrupted the two people's answer. Yan Yuan was holding back his anger at the moment. Not long ago, Han Fengxue didn't give him any face and insulted him in public. Now another person didn't give him face and didn't even bother to look at him. He was ignored twice like this, and he even had the urge to kill, but feeling the other party's unfathomable momentum, he still endured it.

"Yan Yuan, you are really getting younger and younger. You can only bully the younger generation. If you want to fight, I can help you to move your shins." The old man turned around slowly and looked at Yan Yuan coldly. As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves a little and made a fighting gesture, which looked particularly funny, but no one dared to laugh. The other party said that he wanted to fight with the God of Mist, and he looked indifferent. Who dared to laugh at such a person? At this moment, everyone believed Han Fengxue's words more and more, and couldn't help but look at the God of Mist and Huanwu with strange eyes. Their beliefs and their hall masters, in the battle with Han Fengxue just now, there was something fishy.

Yan Yuan looked at the old man who turned around, revealing a thoughtful look, and suddenly his face changed wildly. In his mind, he also thought of a person, and he couldn't help but be a little shocked. Looking at the other party, he wanted to say something, but found that his throat was blocked, and he didn't know what to say.

The crowd stared at Yan Yuan, who was shocked, and their hearts were sweating wildly, wondering what the old man was. What kind of identity did they have that made their Lord Mist God show such an incredible look. In the eyes of the Mist God, there was a trace of panic, as if he was afraid of the other party. Like the crowd, the Lord of the Mist God Temple, with blood still flowing from the corner of his mouth, was also shocked. It seems that Lord Mist God can't stand the other party, so today, he will really fall.

"Yan Yuan, do you want to fight or not, get out of here." The old man seemed a little impatient and directly burst out with a swear word.

"Huh?" The crowd was stunned again. It felt strange to hear such a sentence from an old man who looked like a fairy. However, he was arrogant enough to tell the god-level strongman, the God of Mist, to get out. Han Fengxue listened to the old man's foul language. Why did he feel that he had heard it before? It seemed familiar.

The crowd's eyes were all on the God of Mist Yan Yuan to see how he would react. Yan Yuan's face was gloomy and kept changing. His face was cold. He looked at Huan Yun beside him. Suddenly, a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He sighed in his heart: "I will endure it today. The most important thing now is to make Huan Yun stronger. Let's see if the other party dares to be arrogant again. I must get back at him." For a god-level strongman like him, decades or even hundreds of years are just a matter of a snap of the fingers. He can wait.

"Let's go." Yan Yuan, the God of Mist, turned his eyes and said to Huan Yun, then pulled Huan Yun, and the two of them disappeared from everyone's sight. The crowd in the Mist Temple was numb instantly, watching the God of Mist walk away in such a disgrace. The Lord of Mist they believed in was driven away by the other party's words. It was very embarrassing. The people who worked as subordinates in the Mist Temple had never felt so embarrassed. The belief of the Mist Temple, the invincible existence, was driven away? They all felt like they were in a dream. Huan Wu also stared at the disappearing God of Mist in a daze, with a very strange expression on his face.

Before leaving, the God of Mist looked deeply at the old man, and his daughter Huan Yun looked deeply at Han Fengxue behind the old man. There was a deep meaning in their eyes.

"Yan Yuan, I understand your thoughts, but you will find that your thoughts are very naive. Although the Eye of Pride is powerful, how can it be compared with the Son of Prophecy?" The old man looked at the eyes of Yan Yuan, the God of Mist, and instantly understood what he was paying attention to, but his actions were faster than Yan Yuan.

The old man glanced at the crowd in the Mist Temple. Everyone lowered their heads. Even their totems were driven away by the other party's words. What else could they do? They dared not breathe. This was a powerful person who was stronger than the God of Mist. Nodding, the old man turned his eyes to Han Fengxue and said with a smile: "Do you have anything else to deal with?"

Han Fengxue glanced at Huanwu, sighed, and shook his head: "No."

"Then let's go too." The old man smiled and said to Han Fengxue. Although Han Fengxue was puzzled, he didn't ask anything and nodded.