This immortal is a bit fierce

Li Motang urged, Huang Feng stopped talking and hooked his hand towards Yuan Yimiao: "Come on."

Yuan Yimiao was indeed irritated at this moment. He opened his hand, the spear floating behind his back jumped into his hand, and sneered: "I hope you know what you are doing."

Huang Feng's mocking smile did not change and he looked at Yuan Yimiao without saying anything.

"Ha!" Yuan Yimiao's face showed a trace of cruelty.

Of course he had heard about what happened on Cangyun Mountain. He recognized Huang Feng after being reminded by his fellow disciples. He also knew that being able to provoke Guan Taixu and help Li Motang stop the attacker must be a bit tricky, so this shot was taken without any temptation. Full strength.

Yuan Yimiao seemed to be taking out the gun slowly, but the tip of the gun gradually became blurry, as if it was vibrating at a very high frequency.

Then the spear intent surged out, running like thunder, striking through the clouds and the moon, leaving a tree-like black line between Yuan Yimiao and Huang Feng, like lightning cutting across the sky.

The blow filled with murderous intent had stabbed Huang Feng's chest before he knew it.

Huang Feng did not move. Earlier, he had silently performed an immortal technique, which was also his strongest defensive technique at present, "Personal Defense Technique"!

In front of him, there seemed to be two extremely heavy doors slowly closing.

When the door closed, the surroundings of Huang Feng became silent. It was not only Yuan Yimiao's gun that was isolated, but also all Taoism seemed to be isolated!

The other monks watching did not notice any clues, but the expressions of Yuan Yimiao and Li Motang changed.

Collapse!

Yuan Yimiao stabbed Huang Feng in front of him with a spear, a powerful blow that made people hear the sound of thunder, and it completely collapsed.

But Huang Feng actually stood still.

Ignoring Yuan Yimiao's look, Huang Feng said to himself: "Before I came in, I heard about what happened a few days ago. It was a few monks who were kind enough to save people, and they accidentally found the secret realm. It's a good thing. It's a pity. His strength was a bit weak and he didn't hide it.

Since I heard the news and came here, I can't be considered a saint. Even if I heard the story, I didn't want to help these people hunt for treasure.

It stands to reason that I am also a wolf that comes looking for food smelling the smell of blood and meat, but why do I, a wolf like you, still feel unlucky and unhappy when I see what you are doing.

Thinking about it carefully, maybe in my heart I think it's okay to be a wolf, but being a food-protecting dog is a bit disgusting.

Sorry for insulting the dog. "

Huang Feng looked around: "Fortunately, no dog heard it."

Yuan Yimiao had never experienced such ridicule and insult. He raised his gun and wanted to fight Huang Feng.

"Did you forget something?" Huang Feng reminded, "Our agreement is not over yet. Are the geniuses of the Twelve Immortal Sects all reneging on their promises?"

Yuan Yimiao suppressed his anger: "Okay, just take action."

Huang Feng was not in a hurry to take action. In full view of everyone, he walked slowly around for a few steps, seemingly choosing a position.

The people present didn't know what it meant, and they had strange guesses in their minds.

"That's it." Huang Feng muttered, opening his hands in a semicircle shape, taking a look at Yuan Yimiao in the air, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Where is your gun?" Yuan Yimiao asked.

"This gun is not that gun, just take one from me." Huang Feng said this to Yuan Yimiao, but also to himself.

This gun is not that gun. A "gun" with a larger caliber should be considered a gun in a sense.

"One, two, two, or one, five, five?" Huang Feng muttered a number that others couldn't understand, and finally his hands nearly doubled in size, "Why don't we try four, two, zero."

The moment Huang Feng confirmed his move, a terrifying aura gradually filled the secret area.

It seemed that the spiritual energy in the entire secret realm was gathering between Huang Feng's hands. The color of the sky and the earth changed. From Huang Feng's body, there was a faint dao mark that matched the heaven and the earth.

Li Motang was suddenly startled: "Hedao?"

"Impossible." Yuan Yimiao also became a little pale. The two disciples beside him were so frightened that they ran away quickly.

Now he didn't care to blame these two people. The veins in the hand holding the gun were stretched, and his heart felt cold but he didn't move at all.

Huang Feng sighed in his heart, he was indeed a strong man. Yuan Yimiao knew very well that if he retreated or hid at this time, cracks would appear in his Taoist heart. Once the inner demons grew, it would be difficult to go further in the future.

Even if he could make up for it, it would take countless efforts. By then, he would have already been separated from his peers and even squeezed out of the single-plank bridge he said.

You can lose, you can even die, don't be afraid!

"bring it on!"

"You are worthy of respect." Huang Feng said slowly, "Here you come."

Immortal formula, "Pioneer"!

The violent spiritual energy roared as if it was going to shatter the world. After Huang Feng rushed out with his hands, it swallowed Yuan Yimiao in just a moment.

Yuan Yimiao thrust out his spear, hoping to compete with it with his own strength. However, in front of this attack, he was like a mantis using his arm as a chariot.

At the moment of life and death, a copper bell flew out of the square inch object and surrounded him.

The majestic bell rang, blocking Yuan Yimiao's fatal attack. Unfortunately, he was also blasted out of the secret realm along with the bell and his men.

The remaining two Jiuyue disciples were shocked and quickly chased out.

At this time, the shocked onlookers suddenly realized that Huang Feng had just circled around to find a position, so that he, Yuan Yimiao, and the entrance to the secret realm were exactly on the same line. This was a plan to blast people out!

Then they unexpectedly saw Huang Feng rushing to Li Motang's side as if he was frightened: "What's going on? Why is he so weak? If it hadn't been for that bell, would I have killed him? "

Li Motang could probably understand what Huang Feng meant by "seconds". Just as he was about to speak, he heard Huang Feng ramble: "It's okay, it's okay. I originally planned to blow him away. If he's going to die, wouldn't I offend Jiuyue?" Yes, it scared me to death. You said he was kicked out, so he shouldn’t have the shame to come back and cause trouble, right?”

Li Motang did not answer, but asked seriously: "Are you in harmony?"

"Yes or no, I don't know. My technique seems to be different from ordinary people." Huang Feng said.

Li Motang frowned slightly, seeming to be thinking about the authenticity of this statement. Unable to think of the result, she said urgently: "No, you still owe me a sparring session. After you go out, you must fulfill your promise!"

Huang Feng laughed casually and said, "How can I bear to beat you up!"

Li Motang's heart skipped a beat, but he soon became angry: "Don't even think about hiding!"

"Say it again, say it again." Huang Feng was perfunctory while looking worriedly at the entrance of the secret realm, fearing that Yuan Yimiao would not understand and jump back again.

At that time, whether to continue beating him or not will be a very troublesome question.

At the entrance of the secret realm, the monks who had gathered originally dared to watch from afar after being expelled by Yuan Yimiao.

After feeling the terrifying spiritual pressure gushing out from inside, he had already hid further away.

Then they saw a bronze bell being blasted out, straight into the clouds, and then found the two Jiuyue disciples they had just met running out of the secret realm and chasing the bronze bell.

After taking a closer look, he discovered that a person emerged from the bronze bell. It was Yuan Yimiao who had just faced them with extremely domineering attitude.

Is this...deflated?

Everyone was shocked and a little gloating, and they all lowered their heads and dared not speak.

"Senior brother, are you okay?" Two people from Jiuyue asked carefully after chasing him.

In the air, Yuan Yimiao stared at the cracked bronze bell, then looked at the entrance to the secret realm. After rushing forward for a while with a gun, he gritted his teeth, stopped, and said with an ugly face: "Let's go."