"If you have anything to do, just tell me. []" Seeing Feng Yang, he smiled and said nothing. He was a little anxious when he stepped on the flowers. Last night, he experienced the most respected and happiest night in his life. All of this was

Feng Yang gave it to him, he really wanted to let this kind of beauty

Miao's diary lasted a little longer. He had been looked down upon and ridiculed by others since he was a child. He was stabbed in the back and ridiculed the flower-stepping bee who had never had a friend. Now, let alone how grateful he was to Feng Yang, even if Feng Yang asked him to betray the teacher.

He won't hesitate to open the door.

Feng Yang pondered for a moment, stepped on the flower bee, and said: "I want you to help me lure the leader of the Netherworld Ghost Sect, or take me directly to the Netherworld Ghost Sect."

"Why do you want to see our leader?" Flower Stepper Bee looked at Feng Yang suspiciously and was very puzzled.

"You will know when you meet your leader." Feng Yang said calmly.

"Okay." The flower-stepping bee grinned disapprovingly. He was not an idiot. Naturally, he knew that Feng Yang had some scruples, so he didn't ask. His head was much better than his face.

The Netherworld Ghost Sect's power in Chaoyang City is about the same as that of the Tiansha Sect. Naturally, it is not easy to get in if you want to. The defensive formation outside the door can be said to be unpredictable, ever-changing, and always guarded.

However, with the great disciple of Netherworld Ghost Sect leading the way, Feng Yang made it smooth and smooth, so it was not difficult to reach Netherworld Ghost Sect.

Like the Tiansha Sect, the Netherworld Ghost Sect is also located on the top of a mountain. It is late at night, and the Netherworld Ghost Sect is filled with a weird and gloomy atmosphere like Shura Hell, which makes Feng Yang really feel like he has entered the underworld.

However, in the middle of the night, there are relatively few disciples coming and going in the Netherworld Ghost Sect. It is not called the Netherworld Ghost Sect. All the disciples really have to go out for activities in the middle of the night.

Walking in the Netherworld Ghost Cult, which had no trees, no light, and only a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere, Feng Yang asked: "Does the Netherworld Ghost Cult have a kind of martial arts that makes the appearance look very ferocious?"

"You should be talking about ghost arts. Those martial arts skills are extremely powerful in the Tiansha Sect. You need to join the Shura world of the Netherworld Ghost Sect to be qualified to practice them. Not only can you crumple your face into a ball and become ferocious and terrifying, but you can also become a

A special magical martial art."

"Transformation martial arts?" Feng Yang stepped on Huafeng in shock.

"It means that it can imitate any martial arts performed by anyone." Flower Stepping Bee said with a smile: "Of course, the power will be reduced."

"This martial art is indeed very powerful." Feng Yang said in surprise.

"That is necessary, but there are not many people in the entire Netherworld Ghost Sect who know this kind of martial arts. There are many people who have joined the Shura world, but there are only a handful of people who have successfully practiced ghost arts." The flower-stepping bee said: "This kind of martial arts is too much.

It’s difficult to practice. I have practiced for more than ten years and I have only achieved a small success. The chance of success is very low. I can only succeed once or twice out of ten times.”

"In fact, your appearance can be said to be the highest level of ghost magic in changing appearance." Feng Yang said calmly.

"Get out of here," scolded the flower-trampling bee.

While chatting and laughing, the two of them had arrived at the relatively high-end residential area of ​​the Netherworld Ghost Sect. The people who could stay here were all strong men of the Netherworld Ghost Sect. Feng Yang immediately restrained his aura to the extreme.

The flower-stepping bee suddenly looked around in astonishment, then glanced at Fengyang, and then again. His heart suddenly stirred up a storm. He found that Fengyang seemed to have disappeared at this moment, although his eyes could clearly see that Fengyang was standing in front of him.

, but he couldn't help but have the illusion that this was just an illusion, as if the wind and the air had merged into one. It was clearly there, but there was an intangible and uncomfortable feeling.

Suppressing the fear in her heart, Flower Trampling Bee took Feng Yang outside a house, pointed at the door and winked, the meaning was obvious.

Feng Yang smiled slightly and walked in as if it were true. The room was pitch black, but with Feng Yang's eyesight reaching the level of "looking at the number of women and dressing in vain", the darkness did not have much impact on his sight.

Great impact, all the layout and layout of the room are clearly visible.

At this time, a man hovering between young and old was sitting cross-legged on the bed. There were signs of energy flowing from heaven and earth around him, and he was obviously practicing.

Feng Yang remained silent and sat calmly on a chair in the room. He poured himself a cup of tea and played with it gently with the cup.

However, the man seemed to sense the aura of the flower-trampling bee, and suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze directly locked on the flower-trampling bee. He did not get up, but said majestically: "Pingyang, you came here late at night, what's the matter?

"

It seemed that he was a little angry because Pingyang interrupted his practice.

This man hovering between young and old is surprisingly Qian Zhen, the leader of the Netherworld Ghost Sect in Chaoyang City. He was able to detect the flower-stepping bees immediately, but he never noticed that there was another person sitting not far from him in the house.

Sipping tea calmly and calmly on the chair...

Before Stepping Flower Bee could open his mouth, Feng Yang suddenly shook the cup in his hand toward Qian Zhen, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed. The moment the cup full of tea flew away from his hand, a long, blood-colored spear appeared in his hand like a ghost.

Sword Feilong Blood Sword.

The blood-red Flying Dragon Blood Sword looked extremely destructive and demonic in the dark room. Nothing else could be seen. In the dark night, there was only the curved shadow of the bloody sword like a crouching dragon.

Feng Yang kicked off his legs suddenly, and his body flew towards Qian Zhen sitting on the bed like an arrow. The distance between the two was only about two feet. This kind of distance was really nothing in the eyes of any strong man.

distance, not to mention Feng Yang who has an absolute advantage in speed.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Yang arrived first, and the flying dragon blood sword in his hand suddenly stabbed Qian Zhen, the leader of the Netherworld Ghost Sect, in the chest, as if he was going to kill him with one blow.

Qian Zhen, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed practicing, could clearly feel the aura of Flower Trampling Bee before exiting the cultivation state. His face was full of dissatisfaction. Although Flower Trampling Bee was the number one master among Netherworld Ghost Cult disciples, he was disturbed late at night.

The cultivation of money is also unforgivable. Money really wants to

After teaching this impolite disciple a lesson, he didn't expect that there was a sudden and strange sound in front of him, as if the air was being torn apart. This made Qian Zhen's face suddenly change, and his heart rose up with shock, horror, and dismay.

He looked confused, is there anyone else in this room? How come there is someone else?

As the leader of the Netherworld Ghost Sect, how could Qian Zhen endure the fact that there were people in the room but he was not aware of it at all. Facing the rapid thrust of the sword, he remained calm and did not choose to stand up, but remained seated.

, the body turned half a circle.

Just as he turned his body half a circle, the sword emitting blood-colored light penetrated the robe from the armpit of his right arm and stabbed close to the chest with a terrifying sound of tearing the air.

However, what made Qian Zhen's heart tremble even more was that he first pierced a blood-red sword into his clothes and drew it close to his chest, and then heard the sound of breaking wind.

"What a fast sword." Qian Zhen was not disturbed by the sudden attack or the fright in his heart. When the Flying Dragon Blood Sword touched his chest, he had already slapped the Flying Dragon Blood Sword with his right hand.

clang!

With a crisp sound, Feng Yang felt a powerful force coming from the Feilong Blood Sword. The force caused the sword to swing to one side, and the sword that penetrated his robe from the armpit of his right arm also

He directly cut open his gown, revealing his strong chest with dense chest hair and two big black pimples.

All of this happened in a flash of lightning. The two of them fought once, but Flower Trampling Bee had just recovered, and the cup that was first blown away by Feng Yang had just hit Qian Zhen.

.

Before Stepping Flower Bee could feel the shock of horror and confusion in her heart, and was struggling with whether to help the master in the love field or the master in the martial arts field, Feng Yang had already launched another attack. Although the Flying Dragon Blood Sword was swung away, it was struck by the terrifying power.

He stabilized instantly and put

The power of the counter-shock was turned into his own use, and he combined his own power to sweep towards Qian Zhen who had no time to get up even more swiftly. This sword directly locked Qian Zhen's throat. Once he was swept by the Feilong Blood Sword, Qian Zhen would be killed.

The throat will be cut like a piece of tofu.

Seeing that the sword came more fiercely and faster, Qian Zhen's expression changed drastically, and he was more than surprised at the strength of the person who attacked him, but he didn't know who it was that dared to come to the headquarters of the Netherworld Ghost Sect to assassinate him, and

It seems that it was brought by his beloved disciple Ping Yang.

However, these thoughts only flashed through his mind. There was no time to think about anything at this time. All his energy and concentration had to be used to deal with this guy with unfathomable strength in front of him. A bloody sword had already flashed in front of him.

The light of the sword came straight towards his throat, and Qian Zhen instantly calculated the most reasonable way to dodge.

If he stood up, he wouldn't be that fast at all. Even if he stood up forcefully, his legs would be cut off by this sword. Moving both sides was unreasonable. The sword body was enough to threaten the left and right sides, so he immediately

He fell backwards and lay directly on the bed. While lying on the bed, he suddenly rolled to the outside. His body spun out of the bed under the sword light, and immediately flew out with his right leg and kicked Feng Yang.

Feng Yang's eyes froze slightly. The leader of the Netherworld Ghost Sect was indeed extraordinary. He could still counterattack after dodging his own sword.

Seeing that the leader of the Netherworld Ghost Sect has really good fighting ability, Feng Yang was also very happy in his heart. The stronger the other party is, the more help he will have. Although he was surprised that Qian Zhen's fighting ability was really good, it was not enough to make Feng Yang because of

Surprised and panicked, he ignored the flying dragon blood sword that swept past Qian Zhen's body. His body suddenly jumped back a foot, avoiding Qian Zhen's powerful leg.

When Qian Zhen's kick reached the extreme point and he could not move forward any further, Feng Yang seized the opportunity and darted forward like an arrow from a string. He raised his leg and kicked Qian Zhen in the air.

Qian Zhen was also unusually good at not panicking in the face of such a swift and violent attack. Although the air explosion caused by his heavy kick hitting the air sounded like thunder in his ears, he was also at the critical moment.
Chapter completed!