Chapter 231 The Ye Family

Xiang Yufeng has been kneeling here for ten hours, but Taoist Qingfeng never opened his eyes to look at him.

Priest Qingfeng's closed eyes suddenly opened, and the white Buddha dust in his hand thrust hard on Xiang Yufeng's shoulder with a strong wind. Xiang Yufeng's body shook heavily, and then a bloodshot overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Priest Qingfeng's eyes flashed with cold lights, staring at Xiang Yufeng and said, "Have you thought it through?"

"The disciple's decision will not change!" Xiang Yufeng's face was firm, "The disciple must become stronger."

Principal Qingfeng stared at Xiang Yufeng, then nodded for a moment and said, "You go out."

Xiang Yufeng bowed respectfully to Taoist Principal Qingfeng, then stood up. He was about to walk out of the door and suddenly turned around and said, "No matter how bloody the disciple's future path is, no matter whether the disciple is the bullshit Ziwei Killing Star or not, the disciple will not attack the person he loves, because at the moment of the action, the disciple will definitely commit suicide!" Xiang Yufeng, with firmness on his face, clenched his fists, looked deeply at Taoist Principal Qingfeng and left.

Priest Qingfeng opened his eyes slightly, looked at the figure that had begun to grow, and a hint of relief appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Deep in the clouds, a mountain range that penetrates the sky stands tall, with magnificent waves and boundless views. It is naturally used to describe this fog cloud that has always been with us for the eternal mountain and has never been separated.

This vast peak with a towering sky is submerged in the snow waves of clouds and waves. The sun shines, the clouds become whiter, the pines become greener, and the stones are more strange. The flowing clouds are scattered among the peaks, and the clouds come and go, and the changes are unpredictable. When the wind is calm, the sea of ​​clouds is spread out like a mirror, reflecting the shadow of the mountain like a painting. The sky is high in the distance, the sea is wider, and the peaks are swaying gently like a boat, and it seems to be within reach nearby. I can't help but want to pick up a handful of clouds to feel its gentle texture.

But all of this is always just the embellishment of the Tiandao Sect, which is tall and majestic, although it is a dead object, but it is like a giant god in the sky!

"Everyone wakes up and I am drunk alone. What's the harm in being proud and frustrated? I'm humble. I wish to hold the rod for the vast sea!"

The melodious and low voice is still clear in this a bit old mountain; the singing is like willow cypress and green, mixed with the sound of bells swaying, and the two sounds are floating among the green mountains and green trees.

Under a huge green tree, there was a white-clothed white beard standing, holding Buddha dust in his hands like a Taoist bone like an immortal. Behind the old man stood two young men who were attracted by the natural beauty here. Hearing the singing, the old man in white smiled faintly and said, "Wine Taoist, after leaving for several years, you are still as usual."

"After the wine Taoist priest, after leaving for several years, you are still as usual."

As the old man in white fell, the singing floating in the Cangshan suddenly stopped. After a rapid sound of bell swaying, an old man dressed in a goatee and wearing a small green hat appeared in front of everyone, and under the old man's butt was a donkey with a string of bells hanging around his neck.

The sloppy old man opened his big eyes and looked straight at the old man in white with a smile on his face. Then he screamed "Wow" and his body flew into the air and flew towards the old man in white.

The old man in white laughed, and with a light wave of Buddha dust in his hand, a white light attacked the sloppy old man. The sloppy old man in the air looked at the white light with his hands in claw shape, slightly bent his elbows, and his legs stood in a lunge step forward and backward. His whole person was like a tight string, and like a cheetah waiting to pounce on his prey. He raised his palms and headed towards the white light seal.

"Bang!"

As a white air current emerged, the sloppy old man's rapid figure fell from the sky sharply. However, as people thought, the sloppy old man would fall to the ground and return. The old man's body in the air tumbling, and with the rebound of the trees, he raised his palms and attacked the old man in white again.

With a long roar, he flew up in the air and slashed down suddenly.

Open and close! Strike Huashan with force!

The fast figure of the sloppy old man appears and disappears, and is erratic and difficult to stabilize. Sometimes the stars dot, sometimes the palm shadows fill the sky, sometimes the desolate quietness of the night sky, and sometimes it looks like a dragon dancing.

The old man in white looked at the other person's appearance and smiled, then stopped doing anything, just waiting for the sloppy old man to come with strong power.

When the thousands of palm shadows were about to reach the old man in white, the palm shadows suddenly disappeared. The sloppy old man rebelled in the air and returned to his donkey. Then he looked at the old man in white with a very sad expression on his face and said, "Qingfeng, why haven't you changed at all these years? Can't you fight me quickly?"

The old man in white smiled and said, "I don't know if the so-called pain and happiness of the wine Taoist priest refers to one year or three years?"

The old man was scarred, smiled awkwardly, and said with a crossover: "A few years ago, I heard the old bastard Yunfeng say, "You have taken a closed disciple, where? Let me take a look at me, if you have any good things, I will lend me a play for two days?" The old man said, while holding his small eyes and looking at the two teenagers behind the old man in white. When he looked at the boy dressed in black, the old man couldn't help but nodded slightly and said, "Not bad!" When the old man's eyes fell on the other young man in white clothes, his face suddenly changed. Then, without any signs, his body rose up together and headed towards the young man in white.

Before the boy in white had made any moves, the boy in black had already grasped the double thorns that jumped out of his wrist and stood in front of the boy in white. The sloppy old man didn't even look at the boy in black. He just waved his palm so gently and fell to the side like a flying zither with a broken string.

The young man in white watched as he got closer and closer to him, and a silver light appeared on his fist as his right hand shook his body.

"Feng'er."

The boy in white looked at the old man in white who shook his head slightly, and the silver light disappeared.

The old man in white lightly held the sloppy old man's attack and stood in front of the young man in white.

The sloppy old man whose feet fell on the ground pointed to the boy in white and said, "Who is this kid? Why does Qingqing have such a strong demonic energy at such an old age?"

The old man in white smiled slightly and stood with his fingers: "Silver light, born!"

The old man murmured and repeated these four words, and suddenly he pointed at the boy in white with an incredible expression on his face and said, "You mean, he is Ziwei?"

The old man in white nodded.
Chapter completed!