The Most Powerful Young Man

Ascending to the top of the mountain, Peng Yiming let out a long suffocating breath.

Chen Xueen, who followed him, sat on the ground and rested for a while.

On the top of the mountain, there is a dilapidated Taoist temple. I don't know how many years it has been in decline. Looking at the pits and bumps of the bluestone road at the foot, I don't want to come to incense, otherwise it will not be so lonely.

In fact, the incense here once flourished, probably hundreds of years ago. That dynasty admired Taoism, Tenglong Mountain also had dragons, and even immortals. Many people have racked their brains to burn incense. This bluestone road has probably been around for hundreds of years.

Fortunately, the people in this Taoist temple are not lazy people, and weeds do not grow up and down in the Taoist temple.

As soon as I entered the Taoist temple, I met a young Taoist priest carrying two wooden barrels on his shoulders, wearing a gray Taoist robe, as if he was going to fetch water.

I don’t know how many patches there are on that Dao robe, so I can say: three years in the new year, three years in the old, and another three years after stitching.

"Huh?" The young Taoist priest saw Peng Yiming and Chen Xueen, and was a little surprised, then quickly put down the barrel, ran to the front, and said with a smile, "Two fellow Taoists, what's the matter?"

Although the young Taoist priest could not see Peng Yiming's cultivation level, he found that Chen Xueen, who was standing next to Peng Yiming, was also a cultivator.

"Find something." Peng Yiming said with a slight smile.

"What are you looking for?" The young Taoist was taken aback for a while, frowning and asked.

As soon as Peng Yiming spoke, he already felt the murderous aura on the opponent.

"Lingyu." Peng Yiming said softly.

At this time, the door of the hall was pushed open from inside.

An old Taoist man with a whisk in his hand, wearing a long Taoist robe, stepped over the threshold and walked in front of Peng Yiming and Chen Xueen.

"Recently, I heard that there are two more people in the hidden world, like looking for some spirit jade, wherever they go, there are countless killings." The old Taoist stepped in step by step, and sighed softly in his mouth.

Peng Yiming trembled with a long knife in his hand, but did not speak.

"They want to keep us, we can only kill them!" Although Peng Yiming did not speak, Chen Xueen explained.

The old Taoist laughed and said, "If I said, we don't have what you are looking for, do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it." Chen Xueen shook his head subconsciously.

The old Taoist flicked the dust in his hand and sighed, "If this is the case, why bother to ask?"

Peng Yiming's eyes suddenly became cold.

"Please come back, two fellow Taoists. We really don't have what you are looking for here. Let alone jade, I didn't see a single pebble." The young Taoist said with a wry smile.

Chen Xueen scratched his head and looked at the sincere face of the other party. He felt that they really didn't seem to be a lie.

"I'm afraid I can't leave, right?" Peng Yiming laughed.

The expressions of the two Taoist priests changed.

Hearing Peng Yiming's words, Chen Xueen was still confused at first, but when he noticed that the complexions of the two Taoist priests had changed drastically, he immediately understood something in his heart, and his brows were also tightly frowned.

"Brother Yiming, is there an ambush?"

"Four masters, two at the beginning of Lingjiang, two at the peak of Linghe." Peng Yiming said in his mouth, "but one stick of incense can get here."

Chen Xueen's face also turned pale.

In the early stage of the two Lingjiang realms and the peak of the two Linghe realms in the later stage, this is also considered a big deal.

"Except for the Tianxing Palace, I'm afraid I can't think of anyone else, right?" Peng Yiming said with a smile.

After saying this, he drew his swords and looked at one of the young Taoist priests. The other party shunned and died immediately.

The old Taoist was furious, and the roots of the Buddha's dust were like a sword, stabbing towards Peng Yiming.

Peng Yiming stretched out his hand and directly pushed away Chen Xueen, who was still in a daze, and then took two steps forward. He forced the old Taoist back with a single knife. At the same time, his body suddenly rushed out and rushed to the old Taoist, with the big knife in his hand tumbling the knife. Flower, set off a gust of wind.

"The wind knows the strong grass." Peng Yiming murmured a little, and the blade had already attacked the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist slapped the blade with a slap, and with this force, he slid back ten meters behind him.

Chen Xueen, who was pushed away by Peng Yiming, didn't have time to catch his breath, suddenly a murderous aura came from behind him.

He immediately turned around and at the same time took two steps back, avoiding a sword.

"Hey, I was thinking before that there should be three Taoist priests in this Taoist temple, but one is missing. You want to pinch me like a soft persimmon!" When Chen Xueen spoke, he kicked the other person's chest. , At the same time, the aura in the body runs wildly, venting for a long time.

"Die to me!" The Taoist roared like a tiger roaring while holding the long sword.

One sword breaks the gate of heaven, like a thousand tigers coming out of the mountain.

On the blade, a layer of sword aura was caged, and a little closer to it was cold and biting.

A sword pierced out again, quite a bit of kendo boundless taste.

"One sword breaks a thousand troops!" The Taoist yelled, and the speed suddenly became faster, like a violent storm.

Chen Xueen couldn't avoid it, folded his hands together, clamped the blade, and then snapped the blade with a sudden turn of his wrist.

After Chen Xueen retreated two steps, his wrist exerted force again, and the tip of the sword was broken. It was like a dart, stabbing towards the opponent.

The Taoist priest threw the hilt in his hand and smashed the tip of the sword out.

The two trembling with bare hands again.

The strength of the old Taoist priest is really good, even if only the strength of the Linghe realm, he can still catch Peng Yiming's fierce offensive, but because of the gap in realm, he was cut in half by Peng Yiming within a short while. Then he turned around to help Chen Xueen behead the remaining little Taoist priest.

"Brother Yiming, I'm quite well-matched!" Chen Xueen said depressed.

Peng Yiming slapped his head fiercely, and cursed: "You are so big, those four masters are about to go up the mountain, you leave immediately, and I will help you hold them!"

"Ah!" Chen Xueen was taken aback, then shook his head vigorously, and said, "You can't do it, Brother Yiming, how can I leave you and run alone!"

"Stop talking nonsense, if we die here together, we will be considered to have lost my grandma's house." Peng Yiming laughed and said, "Furthermore, I am not afraid of dying. The big deal is that I will fight them hard, even if I I really want to die, I have to kill a few, right?"

His eyes looked so clear, it seemed that he had already put life and death away.

Seeing that Chen Xueen still shook his head vigorously, Peng Yiming simply slapped him out.

"When it comes to the critical moment, what does it look like?" Peng Yiming scolded, "Do you really think you can change what situation by staying? Since they can calculate us, they must be fully prepared. Today is To keep us all, saying that there is spirit jade in Tenglong Mountain, I am afraid it is also a false news released by them. If the two of us really die here together, how can the young master help us get revenge? Get out!"

An angry shout made Chen Xueen cry like rain.

When Peng Yiming dragged a long knife and rushed down the mountain, Chen Xueen also made a choice, and immediately changed the direction and ran all the way down the mountain.

Just as Peng Yiming said, if both of them died in Tenglong Mountain today, they would have suffered a great loss. Then the young master would not even know their enemies, how could they avenge them? Besides, Chen Xueen thought, if he stayed, not only would he not be of much help, he might still be used by those people. Peng Yiming, who had a chance to escape from birth, might have to die here because of him.

Thinking of this, he didn't dare to hesitate anymore.

On the way down the mountain, Peng Yiming dragged a long knife and finally stopped the four men in white shirts.

Peng Yiming walked down the mountain and didn't say a word of nonsense after meeting. With a surge of momentum, he waved a long knife in his hand and slashed at one person.

Although the four of them were a little surprised, they did not dare to hesitate at the moment, and they immediately went all out and stood with Peng Yiming. They couldn't see the victory or defeat for a while. Although Peng Yiming is only a practitioner in the realm of Lingjiang, fortunately, Experienced and veteran, relying on fierce killer moves, actually forced the four white shirt cultivators to retreat steadily.

"The four Zhutian saints of Tianxinggong, haha! This Tianxinggong really looks up to Lao Tzu!" Peng Yiming shouted and laughed.

In Tianxing Palace, in addition to the strongest Bai Qimei, there is also a unique institution. It is said that it has been passed down for hundreds of years. It is these heaven-killing saints. They have special cultivation methods. Each of them has different talents. They are basically different throughout the year. All of them are in retreat, and some retreats have never left the customs once in their entire life, but even so, Tianxinggong has never given up on the sage Zhutian, and still has a steady stream of talented young people in it.

Originally, Mr. Wu Wu, the biological son of the Great Elder of the Tianxing Palace, had the opportunity to enter the Saint Zhutian, but he did not expect to be killed by Xiao Yao early. It was indeed a pity.

The four of them were all facial expressions.

"What's the matter? We are forced to leave the Tianxing Palace? Even you people will come out?" Peng Yiming was not afraid at all, but was still ridiculing.

"Kill." One of them suddenly said a word.

The word "kill" sounded vigorously and vigorously, echoing in the valley.

Immediately, the four people came to kill Peng Yiming together, full of momentum.

Peng Yiming still waved his long knife, facing the difficulties.

As Li Dan always likes to say before, they have never retired from the Palace of Clouds?

Not only did you die outside, how to survive the disaster?

The long knife in Peng Yiming's hand seemed to utter a whistle.

Frighten the mountains and the valleys!

All four of them are holding three-foot swords, forming an encirclement.

Like a battle of trapped beasts.

"Chen Xueen, remember to Laozi, tell the young master, don't let the blood come too late in the palace!" Peng Yiming laughed haha ​​with a hideous face.

Chen Xueen, who was running on the other mountain road, was full of tears.

He didn't know whether Peng Yiming could escape from birth, but he always had a hope in his heart.

A gust of wind didn't know how many leaves and stones were rolled up, and the winds were also pressing toward Peng Yiming.

I can hear the sound of galloping horses.

"I broke it with one knife!" Peng Yiming clasped the handle of the knife with both hands, running faster and faster.

Under the feet, flying sand and rocks.

When the knife rises and falls, the light of the knife gathers together, turning into a purple line.

The purple thread became stronger and stronger, and at a glance, hundreds of pines and cypresses were cut off.

"What a fun and dripping!" The man with a knife is proud and swallows the mountains and rivers!