My Master Is a God

"Are you surprised?" Yang Yiyun took a step forward and slapped Mu Feiqiu with his palm. ?

The so-called shadow of a person's famous tree, Yang Yiyun's name as Yang Crazy Demon, is still very important in the ancient martial arts world, especially the three sects who have enmity with Yang Yiyun. For example, the people in Qingcheng have a shadow in their hearts.

Qingcheng had nearly twenty people in the Xiantian realm who died at the hands of Yang Yiyun. Coupled with various versions of the rumored background, Mu Feiqiu was still very worried.

Facing Yang Yiyun's slap, Mu Feiqiu felt overwhelming pressure, his face changed drastically, and he did not dare to be careless at all. He used all his strength to resist, and at the same time shouted to the people behind him: "Go and invite the ancestor. ~”

This time in Qingcheng, an ancestor who was at the peak of the ninth level of innateness came out of the mountain. He was meeting old monsters from other sects at the moment. Mu Feiqiu immediately thought of the ancestor of the ninth level of innate perfection, Yang Yiyun's powerful In Mu Feichou's eyes, the cultivation aura could only be destroyed by asking the ancestor to take action, and he himself was not sure.

"Boom~"

The two sides clashed hard.

"Ahem~poof~"

Mu Feiqiu immediately vomited blood.

Yang Yiyun looked at Mu Feichou who flew backwards and fell to the ground vomiting blood. He put a smile on his lips and walked towards him step by step. His voice was full of chill and he said: "The person who bullied me, Yunmen, said that he would skin you, so... have it done."

Feng Tianya and others behind Yang Yiyun were shocked when they heard Yang Yiyun's words, and their eyes instantly turned red. They had always been casual cultivators with no sect or background. They were bullied wherever they went in the ancient martial arts world. Shou rolled his eyes, when did he ever think that Yang Yiyun would help them vent their anger and protect their calf like this?

It would be a lie if I said I wasn't moved.

Feng Tianya looked at Yang Yiyun's back with red eyes and said to the people around him: "How lucky are we casual cultivators to be able to meet a wise master like the sect master? Even if we die in the future, it will be worth it. Everyone remember what I said, and we will live in the future He is from Yunmen, but he is a ghost from Yunmen."

"Elder Feng, don't worry. Just because the master of the sect stood up for us today, we are willing to die even if it means death."

"Yes, I am a Yunmen person in life, and I am a ghost of Yunmen in death."

Several casual cultivators truly returned home at this time, and were moved by Yang Yiyun's feelings of protecting the calf.

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Mu Feiqiu Tangtang's nine-level Xiantian Intermediate Level was not a one-shot hit by Yang Yiyun. He finally felt fear and knew how powerful Yang Yiyun was.

Facing Yang Yiyun approaching with a smile, Mu Feichou's eyes were like the King of Hell demanding his life. He sat on the ground and backed away quickly, saying with a look of horror: "You...you, you, don't come here~"

"Are you scared?" Yang Yiyun grinned and continued to approach Mu Feichou step by step, scaring the idiot to death.

"Yang Yiyun... don't come over here, I... I, I, I, I will give you my place~" Mu Feichou finally gave up. The previous arrogance and arrogance disappeared, replaced by a look of panic.

"Haha, it's over, let's die~" Yang Yiyun narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand and gathered his true energy to form a huge hand, and headed towards Mu Feiqiu. He just wanted to peel off Mu Feiqiu's skin. In the Innate Theory The Taoist Conference established his authority and let everyone know that he, a disciple of Yunmen, could not be offended or offended by others.

If you don't establish your authority in the future, all the cats and dogs will be able to come and be bullied by the Yunmen disciples.

Just when Yang Yiyun took action, two roars sounded from the sky.

"Stop~"

"You dare~"

Yang Yiyun's eyes saw two figures flying from dozens of meters away. He perceived that they were the existence of the Great Perfection at the ninth level of the innate world.

There is no need to ask which ancestor from Qingcheng. Mu Feichou just said that he should go and invite the ancestor. He naturally heard it, but he ignored the person who left. Since he dared to take action, he was not afraid of revenge. Today, he , he is no longer the Yang Yiyun who throws himself into danger.

Instead, it has a solid nine-level foundation building, which is comparable to the nine-level innate advanced level of an ancient warrior. It can also be called a strong person in the ancient martial arts world.

As long as he doesn't encounter the golden elixir, he is really not afraid of the ancient warriors of the ninth level of innate Dzogchen.

You have the dragon-slaying sword in your hand, the strong energy in your body, and the magical means in your mind, so why be afraid?

Ignoring these two warning voices, Yang Yiyun sneered, grabbed Mu Feiqiu in his hand, and lifted him from head to toe. Mu Feiqiu suddenly screamed.

"ah……"

Then Yang Yiyun had a piece of human skin in his hand, and Mu Feiqiu's bloody body was crushed into a pile of minced meat.

"The little thief is brave~"

"Fellow Taoist, what's the trouble~"

Two figures appeared in an instant.

At this time, someone exclaimed: "Guaiguai, it's Patriarch Mu Daoran from Qingcheng and Chen Yunfeng from Tiangang Mountain. Rumor has it that these two people are innately at the ninth level of Great Perfection~"

"Now Yang Yiyun is in trouble. Senior Chen Yunfeng from Tiangang Mountain is the host, so it's not certain whether he will take action or not. Mu Daoran from Qingcheng alone is enough to deal with Yang Yiyun."

"Yang Yiyun is known as Yang Crazy Demon in the ancient martial arts circles. Today, he is truly worthy of his reputation. He said he wanted to skin Mu Feichou, but he actually dared to do so. He is really... courageous and knowledgeable~"

"The key is that he clearly saw the arrival of the two masters and still killed Mu Feiqiu. This kind of courage is either a madman or a fool."

"That's not necessarily true. Since Yang Yiyun knew that the two masters were coming and still dared to kill Mu Feiqiu, I think he has confidence and strength."

"Pull him down, no matter how strong he is, Yang Kuangmo is also considered to be an innate nine-level advanced cultivation level, which is half a level different from the innate nine-level Dzogchen. For people who have cultivated to this level, half a level is a world of difference in strength. The gap, Qingcheng ancestor Biao Yang Yiyun will shed his skin even if he doesn't die~"

"Look down, I don't know what will happen..."

After hearing the discussion in the field, Yang Yiyun understood some information. He squinted and saw two pale old men, one wearing a green robe and the other wearing a white robe, landing in front of him at the same time.

Judging from his clothes, the old man in green is Mu Daoran from Qingcheng, and the old man in white is naturally Chen Yunfeng of Tiangang Mountain.

It was Mu Daoran from Qingcheng who called himself a little thief.

Mu Daoran watched helplessly as Yang Yiyun peeled off the skin and bones of his disciple, and his old face turned purple. After falling from the air, he stared at Yang Yiyun with eyes like daggers and said: "Okay, okay, little thief Yang Yiyun, back and forth. Later, I beheaded my Qingcheng disciples and attacked twenty-eight people. I originally wanted to settle the score with you this time, but I didn’t expect you to be so arrogant.

You kill people like crazy, your methods are ruthless, and you are exterminating families in Hong Kong. All signs show that you are better than the devil. Recently, I have been killing evil for the people and beheaded the devil like you. "

"Hahaha~" Yang Yiyun burst out laughing when he heard Mu Daoran's words.

Then he stared at Mu Daoran and said: "Old immortal, why don't you ask if the people in Qingcheng should die? It's like a devil's hat. It's really heavy~

However, I tell you, young master, you people in Qingcheng deserve to die. Do you want me to kill you, an immortal like you, to eliminate harm for the people? Okay, today I want to see how capable you are, an old man, and how dare you speak so brazenly~

It's a joke that you dare to call yourself an ancient sect shamelessly. You can beat people at will while wearing the skin of a sect, and you can demolish the tents that others have worked hard to build without asking. In comparison, who is the devil?

After Yang Yiyun finished speaking, many people in the venue immediately roared.

"That's right, these ancient sects usually use their power to bully others and are used to bullying others."

"Keep your voice down~"

"I'm not afraid~"

"..."

Some people were muttering in the crowd, and some people who had been suppressed by Qingcheng hid in the crowd to express their anger and support for Yang Yiyun, but no one dared to come out when they were asked.

"Hmph, if it works to incite people's hearts, it won't be the ancient martial arts world where the weak eat the strong. I will see today whether you are strong enough to have a tough mouth." Mu Daoran snorted coldly and was about to take action.

At this time, Chen Yunfeng from Tiangang Mountain hurriedly said: "Brother Daoran, can you please give me some face by calming down your anger? This time we, Tiangang Mountain, are taking the lead in hosting the Dao Discussion Conference. How about we stop fighting today?"

"Hmph, Chen Yunfeng, don't say anything. He, Yang Yiyun, is a little thief who killed my Qingcheng disciple under my nose. How can you, Chen Yunfeng, endure this? Don't stop me, or I will fall out with you~"

Mu Daoran was even more domineering than Mu Feichou and did not give the host Tiangang Mountain any face.

"You~" Chen Yunfeng raised his beard angrily.

At this time, Mu Daoran had turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Yang Yiyun.

"You little thief, I will die~" Mu Daoran roared and punched Yang Yiyun, forming a huge fist condensed with true energy.

Yang Yiyun's eyes narrowed, silver light shone in his hand, and he held the dragon-slaying sword in his hand, and he raised his sword to meet him.

Today, he knew that if he didn't deal with the Nine-level Innate Dzogchen, more people would cause trouble for him.