Although Taoist priests and monks act a little unrestrainedly, this kind of freedom and freedom is not possessed by ordinary secret masters. Especially their attitude towards the sects of Linmoshan made Chen Feng feel sad. So he smiled and said, "The so-called masters must be famous, have great achievements, are respected, respected, and have many scholars, and regard them as role models; the other is that they cannot praise themselves or imply others to be given titles. Those who praise themselves can be said to be ignorant of the world. People not only do not admit it, but instead leave the topic of talking and laughing stock;

If someone else is given a title, he is crowned a master, a master, a master, or a master, if it cannot be recognized by the public, it can only show the shamelessness of the high-ranking person, the shallowness, ignorance or flattery of the low-ranking person. The master must be virtuous, learn and beloved, and everyone will hope for it. Since ancient times, the secret world is full of talents, as brilliant as stars, but if you say that the master is located in a corner, you may not really have it." Chen Feng's words are mostly experience since he entered the secret world. The various sects in Linmoshan did not receive his praise.

As soon as Chen Feng finished speaking, he made the two laugh. Chen Feng couldn't help but be surprised. Could it be that what he said was so inappropriate?

The monk then pondered without saying a word, but the Taoist priest smiled and said, "How wonderful, so wonderful!"

While speaking, the three of them had already reached a closed valley.

The valley is a valley, but people may not be elegant people. Many years of grudges must be settled here, which will definitely be a big disaster. Chen Feng has been let go of the two of them. He was not in a hurry to leave and began to observe the situation in the valley.

There is no bright colors, only plain colors and tranquility; there is no freedom of rolling clouds, only steep mountains. - It is really an isolated place, and it is really a good place that is conducive to breaking.

"What a good place, no wonder the secrets nearby choose here when they understand their personal grievances. Unfortunately, many people buried their bones here." said the Taoist priest.

"Taoist, you have become a sage. The dust returns to dust, and the soil returns to the soil, and you will naturally enter the samsara." The monk recited the Buddha's name and confronted the Taoist priest. If this continues, it may not take long before someone will splatter blood on the spot.

"Do you remember when we were trekking in the mountains for those broken books?" The Taoist priest looked at the surrounding mountains and asked softly.

"Amitabha! The night was shrouded in the past, and the autumn insects were whispering with enthusiasm, and they could not forget it." The monk looked at the sky and fell speechless.

The Taoist priest took out a piece of G-shaped thing, shook it gently, and a spear that was originally folded together appeared. Domineering aura and murderous aura surged into the air, and the monk's eyes narrowed slightly.

Seeing that Chen Feng was unmoved, the Taoist priest became more and more surprised, but he did not continue to ask anything.

"Is this the King's Spear?" asked the monk.

The Taoist priest nodded.

Chen Feng stayed in the Southern Tang for a while, but knew about the King of Heavenly Kings. The fame of the King of Heavenly Kings does not belong to the secret world, but to the rivers and the courts, and to the thousands of people. A hundred years ago, the Northern Han Dynasty produced many generals who were good at fighting, and all turned their attention to the Southern Tang Dynasty. After years of war, the Southern Tang Dynasty retreated step by step. At this time, a grassroots figure in the Southern Tang Dynasty devoted himself to the army and led his recruitment with a long spear. The trained heroes drove the invading enemy of the Northern Han to the north of Panjiang, consolidating the southern Tang Dynasty's ten thousand miles of territory.

After his success and fame, this god-like figure was not greedy for power and retreated bravely, and was granted the title of Heavenly King by the court. His people were missing, but the spear he used was left and worshipped by others. Therefore, when the Taoist priest took out the Heavenly King's gun, Chen Feng also felt excited. Although he had no feelings for the Southern Tang court, the gun in front of him was already a symbol of national justice, which made him amazed.

The Taoist priest stroked the spear with his hand and sighed that was incompatible with his identity, "I remember how graceful this gun was in the battle formation back then, but when it came to my hand, it was buried in dust."

"Amitabha! Things in the world are unpredictable. I suggest that the king, you should put the people of the world first and commit less killing after returning to the Southern Tang Dynasty, and resist more northern soldiers." The old monk in gray put his palms together, "I have been in vain for so many years. When I think of the brutal northern soldiers, I still have a passion for blood and wish I could kill thousands or tens of thousands more!"

Chen Feng couldn't help but be stunned. If the monk said what he said was true, the Taoist priest in front of him turned out to be a great hero who fought against the Northern Han a hundred years ago.

"Start..." The Taoist of Heaven sighed, then raised the spear.

Are you going to start fighting with your lives? Chen Feng really couldn't guess what kind of grudges they had and needed to be resolved in this way.

The monk didn't say anything, and actually took out a red dagger from his arms.

This is the first time Chen Feng has discovered that the battle between secret masters and the comparison of weapons is so huge.

Who would have thought that the two of them would walk to a huge mountain wall together.

"Amitabha! It's really time to break it!" The monk looked at the dagger and said, "This world disaster was given to me by herself, and it was also covered in dust for a long time. After breaking it today, I want it to kill some more northerners!" When the monk said this, his face showed a fierce look, as if he was a commoner.

Chen Feng knew that there were secrets in the army, but as the commander, his cultivation was not the first. The confrontation of the army depends on the number of people and battle formations, which was a different confrontation method when fighting with the secrets. The Taoist priests and monks in front of him seemed to have something to do with the army. I don’t know what method the two of them were competing. I heard what they said before, his cultivation was damaged and has not yet recovered. If it was expected, they should have been at least a high-level secret master or even a secret sect. Their duel must be extremely exciting and intense!

However, what Chen Feng unexpectedly was that the two of them were like this—

The Taoist priest and monk flew up at the same time, one on the left side of the rock wall, one on the right side of the rock wall, one using the Heavenly King's Spear, and the other using the Red Dust Tribulation, and began to engrave words.

The carving of letters on the rock wall tests weapons, secret power, and the skill of flying eaves and walls in the rivers and lakes. The two of them have excellent skills in this area. They are also engraved quickly while moving. For a moment, sparks flew everywhere on the rock wall and debris flew around. The two ended almost at the same time and fell to the ground.

"My friend, please tell me the difference." The Taoist priest and the monk both looked calm.

Chen Feng first read the monk's engraving, and it is a song:

"The world is gone, the river waves are like a waterfall, and the whip is hidden and the whip is flying on the pavilion. I am a piece of Hanshan Rock for him until the red clouds and the sky is five. I want to answer the truth, how can the Duke come to the evening? The small river of Jinchuan. The stones are towering in the sky, and the county network should record them, so I will look at the south for me.

The brocade paintings are full of flowers and flowers, and the fragrance of mist is still suspected. It is so great that people are rich. The clouds in the ridge are like thorns, and the phoenix holds ninety percent to welcome the dance. I am upset. I ask the golden mirror and iron body, and I still remember whether Kaiyuan is there. I send the poem to the river bridge. I chant and shoot drunkenly, and carry wine to the river. "

It is obvious that this poem is written for a woman, and perhaps that woman is the master of the worldly disaster.

Today is the fifth update!
Chapter completed!