Yang Feng frowned, pulled his feet out of the ground, jumped up, and took the initiative to punch the puppet.

The puppet caught up in one step and also rushed towards him with a fight.

A blue light curtain was condensed all over Yang Feng's body, and dazzling star lights lit up in his chest and abdomen. The momentum of his body doubled, and his fists emitted a dazzling light.

In contrast, blue lights lit up everywhere on the puppet's body, and the corresponding position is the tricks of practicing the Great Zhoutian technique. The number is much greater than that of Yang Feng, so that the power of the stars on the fist is several times thicker than that of Yang Feng.

This time, the two people had not collided yet, and the outcome could be predicted.

However, just as the two people's fists were about to collide, Yang Feng's figure suddenly blurred and instantly appeared behind the puppet, punching him in the position of his back.

With a loud bang, a large amount of starlight surged from the trick behind the puppet, and the violent collision with the power of the stars on Yang Feng's fist was like burning, and a large number of dazzling blue flames burst out.

Under the impact of this force, the body involuntarily pounced on the front.

The fist then fell to the ground, making a roar like a deafening sound.

The white light surged on the ground, and the entire hall trembled violently. The dust on the roof fell off work, and the floor even cracked more than ten meters long, making it bottomless.

When Yang Feng saw this scene, he felt a little scared.

If Yang Feng had not accelerated his time flow at the critical moment and avoided the puppet's fist one step ahead of time, he would have been seriously injured at this moment and an arm would no longer exist.

However, what Yang Feng cares more about is that the power of formation used by this puppet seems to have opened up a trick on his body. The power he used is above him. Could it be that he has also practiced the Great Zhoutian exercises?

"Fellow Taoist, I have obtained the martial arts, retreat quickly!"

When Yang Feng was surprised, he suddenly heard someone shouting in the back hall.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of the Fire Ancestor flashed out from behind the screen, holding a blue-gray stone slab in his hand, and there were vaguely small characters on it. Needless to say, it should be the lower half of the exercises.

Yang Feng's heart moved, and after nodding, the two of them flashed almost at the same time and came to the door.

When Yang Feng raised his palm and was about to open the door, the entire hall suddenly trembled violently. All the runes engraved on the doors and windows seemed to have come alive, and they were all linked together.

At the same time, a layer of golden light curtain began to spread from doors and windows to the ground, wrapping up the entire hall.

The Fire Ancestor screamed: "Oops!"

Yang Feng had regained his humanity at this time. He raised his punch with a gloomy face and pressed it down towards the door.

In Yang Feng's palm, five silver balls of lightning were wrapped around him and fell on the golden light curtain at the same time.

There was only a crackling sound, and the golden light curtain covering the entire hall lit up at the same time, dense runes appeared on the surface, and rays of lightning like thunderstors flew out from inside, directly dispersing the thunder ball released by Yang Feng.

The purple gold light that surged out swept out swallowed all the scattered silver electric wires. Yang Feng felt a numbness all over his body and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

"The crime of stealing martial arts cannot be punished!"

Just then, a cold voice suddenly came.

The bronze puppet had stood up again at some point, stood in a corner of the hall, and looked at the two of them coldly.

A sudden light flashed in his eyes, as if a layer of white mist was covered with, becoming turbid and unclear. The dark golden light on his body gradually faded, and starlight surged out from the "mysterious orifice", and his whole body became transparent and fluorescent.

With this change, the aura emitted from his body also rose sharply, reaching the peak of the early stage of the Golden Immortal, and there was only a line left to the middle stage.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, it's not that I have concealed anything. When I stole the martial arts last time, I decided not to have these current situations." The Fire Ancestor looked at Yang Feng's expression and suddenly spoke.

"I believe in you." Yang Feng said concisely.

"you……"

When the Fire Ancestor heard this, he was surprised and was speechless for a moment.

"The restriction outside the hall here is simply in the sky and underground compared to the inside. Don't you think it's strange?" Yang Feng said while staring at the changes in the bronze man puppet.

Upon hearing this, the Fire Ancestor suddenly lit up his eyes and suddenly realized: "The design and construction of this hall is not to prevent outsiders from coming in, but to ensure that those who come in will never go out. This place is like the hall in front, and it is also a trap. Could it be... This Great Zhoutian Technique is bait."

"Maybe it was because of too long that something went wrong with the formation here. When you entered here last time, the formation was not completely triggered, and the puppet was not fully awakened, so you were lucky enough to escape your life." Yang Feng said slowly after pondering for a moment.

When the Fire Ancestor heard Yang Feng’s words, he thought about it carefully and couldn’t help but shout for luck. At the same time, he felt cold after his spine. He was about to open his mouth to say something when he heard Yang Feng suddenly shouting “Come on.”

When this sounded, Yang Feng's figure had disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, his figure appeared above the head of the bronze puppet, pinched a strange sword technique with both hands, and pressed heavily downwards.

There was a rippling rippling in the void under his palm, and a long blue sword filled with light flashed out from it, slashing towards the top of the bronze puppet's head.

"Crack!"

A sound of electric light surging sounded, and a dazzling golden light suddenly lit up on the green sword. Layers of thick and solid golden electric wires surged out from it, covering the entire sword body, and slashed heavily on the head of the bronze man.

There was a loud "boom".

A golden thunder vortex several feet high emerged from the hall. As the whistling and rotating, sporadic golden electric wires continued to burst out, shooting towards all directions, hitting the purple-gold light curtain, causing bursts of electric sounds.

The Fire Ancestor stared at the vortex, but could not see the figure of the bronze puppet at all. He could only feel the majestic and violent power contained in the golden lightning.

"Diet..." he thought to himself.

However, after a few breaths, a strange sound came from the golden thunder vortex, which made him feel terrified.

But I saw a thick and fluorescent white jade-like arm suddenly poked out from the exit above the vortex, and clenched his fingers and smashed it towards the blue sword that was rushing with lightning above.

There was a loud "boom".

A white nebula burst out from above the fist end, and countless blue light spots appeared in it, flashing alternately, as if the stars in the sky were twinkling on a clear night, which was so beautiful.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely violent force suddenly released from it, and layers of white light rushed towards all directions, pushing the golden thunder vortex so that it continued to expand and grow.

At the same time, the blue stars in the white light were annihilated one after another, and a breath of destruction also emanated from it.

"roar……"

Just a loud roar sounded, and the already rising white light burst out again.

The golden thunder vortex was finally overwhelmed and exploded in a roar. Countless golden electric wires burst out, jumping out like golden snakes, hitting the purple gold light curtain one after another, causing a series of lightning and thunder.

The Qingzhu Fengyun Sword that fell from mid-air was also hit hard by this huge force and flew backwards.

I saw it hit the purple gold light curtain above the roof, igniting a spark of light, and then bounced back. The moment it was about to pierce into the ground, Yang Feng grabbed the hilt of the sword and held it in his hand.

The blue sword trembled continuously, and his arms trembled slightly.

Yang Feng's face turned slightly white, his breathing was a little rapid, and he obviously suffered a considerable shock.

He frowned and looked at the center of the hall. He saw that the bronze puppet had completely changed at this moment. Its body was extremely transparent, the color was exactly like that of blue jade, and blue light spots were lit everywhere on his body.

At this time, there were still slight slight electric arcs jumping on it, but he didn't care at all. He just raised his hand and wiped it off. Then he raised his footsteps and his figure became blurred, like a stream of light passing by, and instantly arrived in front of Yang Feng.

He raised his arm, did not clench his fist, but instead slashed at Yang Feng's neck with a hand knife.

Because its speed was so fast that Yang Feng had no time to be prepared, he was hit by a hit. With a "bang", his mind became dizzy, and then he flew out and hit the purple gold light curtain.

The light curtain immediately made a huge splash, and a dazzling spark burst out.

"Fellow Daoist Yang!"

The Fire Ancestor screamed in surprise and wanted to flash over, but after glanced at the Golden Immortal Puppet, hesitated for a while, but stopped his movements and did not dare to set off.

However, after knocking down Yang Feng, the puppet did not continue to pursue, but turned around and looked at him without any emotion.

The flame ancestor chilled his back, glanced at the gray stone slab in his hand, and quickly threw it away like a hot potato.

I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but the stone slab flew out more than ten feet and landed at Yang Feng’s feet without any hesitation.

Yang Feng had just fallen from the purple gold light curtain, with white smoke still coming out of his body, and there were many burn marks on his clothes, making him look a little embarrassed.

He leaned on the blue sword in one hand, bent down and picked up the blue-gray stone slab. After taking a look, he grinned slightly and put it away directly.

After seeing this scene, the Golden Immortal Puppet seemed to be completely angry. The figure blurred again, turning into a stream of light and shooting towards Yang Feng.
Chapter completed!