On the mountain, when he saw Qiu Hong throwing out a memory crystal stone, the old god leaning on a recliner, without continuing to give advice, Tian Lingshan couldn't help but be curious and inlaid the memory crystal stone under the huge stone tablet.

The depressing aura emanates from the stone tablet light curtain. The vast wilderness is whistling with cold wind. Everyone sees the shadows. The sun is dark and the wild grass is withered. An old man faces the army of cultivators alone. The crazy eyes of his old eyes even condense the air.

The old man who faced countless army of cultivators alone in the light curtain was either someone else, but Qiu Hong who was leaning on the recliner of the mountain chaise.

"Uncle Master, you..."

Feeling the heart-shaking breath of the ancient battlefield in the light curtain, Hao Deyong spoke with his mouth dry and struggling.

The flying wind and sand were stacking up like the sarcastic cry of ghosts that made people frightened. Seeing the huge army of cultivators and charging towards the old man, Tian Lingshan's pretty face tightened.

"Boom~~~"

The various precious lights and rays of light were surging like a big explosion in the starry sky, but the fierce old man not only did not retreat, but instead rushed towards countless cultivators alone. His crazy aura was even enough to split the world.

The reason why Chen Feng's expression was different was not that the old man monopolized the momentum of the cultivator army, but because the old man did not use any great magical powers to destroy. He completely fought into the army of cultivators under the brilliance of the precious light and shattered a famous cultivator head-on by defeating the dazzling close combat.

In the fierce struggle between heaven and earth, life is placed between will and strength. However, in the face of the continuous attacks of the invincible old man, corpses fell on the wilderness with blood flowing into dry bones, but they seemed extremely fragile and miserable.

During the continuous battle, the old man was not tired at all, but became more and more crazy. In contrast, the momentum of the cultivator's army became weaker.

The glow dissipates and the treasures are broken. Many cultivators are exhausted. In the melee battle between hand and hand, they fight with the old man in life and death, and finally leave their bones exposed to sand and gravel.

Gradually, the world became silent, and the long night was silence, and only the old man with blood-red eyes was still fighting wildly.

The dark soul condenses and the sky is dark, covering the starry sky with blur.

The miserable moonlight faintly penetrates the clouds accumulated by the ghosts, reflecting a faint white frost between the heaven and earth.

Until the war when the stone tablet was revealed ended, Hao Deyong and Tian Lingshan were both unable to extricate themselves as if they had fallen into an endless abyss.

Chen Feng was very sure of the aura revealed by the stone tablet and the strength presented by a famous cultivator. Each of the countless cultivators had extremely strong combat power, but in the face of the old man's crazy offensive, he still had the fate of being wiped out.

This terrifying battle scene is indeed shocking and shocking.

Chen Feng and Qiao Xueqing looked at each other. For a long time, he was still savoring the old man's crazy fighting methods.

"Uncle Master, why did you show us this..."

Tian Lingshan had fragrant sweat on her pretty face, and even her breathing was not stable.

"This is an ancient battle tactic I got, called 'Crazy Demon Fight'. I even used this battle tactic to conquer a dynasty. As for how much you can understand, it depends on your luck." Qiu Hong said with a little emotion.

Tian Lingshan and Hao Deyong looked at each other without saying a word, while Qiao Xueqing didn't care too much, only Chen Feng showed a strange smile, as if he was thinking about it.

"How much have you remembered?"

Qiu Hong stood up and waved a bulge of gravity and rolled up the figures of Qiao Xueqing and the other two.

Seeing Qiao Xueqing and the other two disappear, Chen Feng curled his lips: "It's just a little stronger fight, I've almost forgotten."

"Just like the Taoist patterns of the Ten Thousand Buddhas of the Condor Heroes that you have opened, you are both righteous and evil. Sometimes you are calm and nervous, and sometimes you are so stinky. I really don't know when you will be the real you!" Qiu Hong looked at Chen Feng deeply and smiled.

Seeing Qiu Hong's slightly profound gaze, Chen Feng's mouth curled up, and he did not give the old man's reply directly: "Do you want to teach me the ancient battle tactics of Crazy Demon Fight?"

"This crazy fight has some disadvantages. I have not practiced it for a long time, but after seeing you, maybe this ancient battle technique has a chance to pass on it." Qiu Hong's face rarely showed caution.

"A strong man like you has stopped practicing the battle tactics, so why should I be determined to be suitable for me?" Chen Feng looked lazy and chatted with the thin old man.

"A cultivator who practices the Crazy Demon Fight must have a unrestrained mind and a strong body. Through my observation, you have full qualifications in these two aspects." Qiu Hong exuded an expectant look.

"Old man, I am determined to become the dark king." Chen Feng bargained.

Seeing Chen Feng asking for benefits, Qiu Hong smiled disdainfully: "I would rather learn than learn. Although you are a little terrified, you are definitely not a person who can endure loneliness. It is still too early to be the real darkness."

"I think your weird body movement is also good, maybe it's more suitable for me than the Crazy Devil Fight..." Chen Feng looked at the thin old man with a greedy smile.

"Do you want to learn to be a miracle? It is completely two extremes with the Crazy Demon Fight. Cultivation will inevitably become extremely difficult at the same time. Moreover, these two techniques will affect the minds of the practitioners. This is also one of the reasons why I gave up practicing Crazy Demon Fight." Qiu Hong's face turned right.

"I am a genius, what's there to be afraid of? Besides, using different means according to different situations is a necessary qualification for cultivators." Chen Feng grinned and looked indifferent in the face of the old man's reminder.

"Although your confidence has no basis, I am very curious about why the charming body movement you used on the Xingluo Platform is similar to Mi Fangbu, and how did you find me in the store?" Qiu Hong asked curiously.

"The body technique in the cultivation world was not created by you alone. Don't think that your body technique is a bit mysterious. My perception is extremely sharp. You can detect your hiddenness. There is no need to make such a fuss." Chen Feng said with his eyes.

"Senior Sister Ruan Yun said before that some treasures and pupil techniques can be reproduced by cultivators' martial arts forbidden methods to achieve the goal of rapid learning. I am just curious about which type of learning ability you belong to. However, even if you are talented, it is not so easy to learn the two skills of Crazy Demon Fight and Mi Fangbu. Are you ready?" After saying that, Old Qiu Hong showed a smirk on his face.

"Whoever is afraid of whom, come on."

Although Chen Feng was cautious in his heart, he looked resentful on the surface.

"Although I know you are just a verbal guy, it is difficult to master the skin of these two skills in a short period of time, I still have some expectations for you." Qiu Hong smiled and sighed while moving.

"Will you finally be able to teach me when you see that I am a talented person?" Although Chen Feng was arrogant, he had a look of caution in his eyes.

At this time, Qiu Hong stood still a little, and strange movements appeared everywhere in his thin body, as if his whole body was twisting irregularly, and his bones were crackling.

"Huh~~~"

Accompanied Qiu Hong's whole body, like the plants swaying in a storm, his whole body was moving strangely at a spasm, and even his breathing became more rapid.

"Old man, it's really hard to see that you are angry and you're not angry. If it doesn't work, don't force yourself to hold on." Chen Feng stared at Qiu Hong's body shaking like warm-up, and said in a low smirk.

"Although I'm not a pure body refiner, I'm still very good. Don't underestimate me, you guy..." Qiu Hong, who ended his strange body activities, had a little old look in his eyes, and even his wrinkled old face was covered with sweat.

Chen Feng naturally would not underestimate him any of the thin old man who fought against the army of cultivators alone.

Seeing the old man moving his body strangely, Chen Feng even felt an inexplicable nervousness in his heart.

"Don't be afraid, I will only use the same power to give you some guidance. From now on, you will stay on the Confession Cliff. When can you last a stick of incense in my hand, you will go down the mountain whenever you can smile." Qiu Hong looked despicable, and he rarely exuded some breath.

Feeling the aura of power that Qiu Hong showed, almost equivalent to himself, Chen Feng clenched his fists and became extremely cautious: "Old man, do you want to fight me?"

"Fight? You're not qualified at all."

The aura of power revealed by Qiu Hong suddenly became violent, and even his whole body changed from his vulgar and shameless appearance and became extremely arrogant.

"Puff~~~"

Before Chen Feng could answer, the thin old man stepped on the ground, and rushed out of the slight ripples of the air explosion, quickly kicking Chen Feng's head.

The legs were silent but extremely fast. Even though Chen Feng was tense all over and was alert to Qiu Hong's attack, he still felt like he had no way out in the face of the old man's unrestrained kick.

Just a flying kick, but it brought Chen Feng a crisis of subsequent changes in the storm offensive.

Facing the old man's rapid kick, Chen Feng did not retreat. While his eyes were suddenly opened and observing the old man's movements, he had raised his right arm to block the head, and his left fist was clenched tightly.

"Boom~~~"

Once the silent leg wind contacted Chen Feng's right arm, a fierce explosion suddenly gushed out, and even made Chen Feng's body, which was under the strength of the old man's leg, twisted and rattled.

"Roar~~~"

Pressed by the old man's explosive power, Chen Feng's feet seemed to have taken root, standing firmly on the ground and exhaling and trying to fight back, but his left fist, which was ready to go, seemed to be oppressed by force, and was wrapped around and condensed, and could not be swung out at all.
Chapter completed!