The hovering direction of the eleven flying swords around him was extremely mysterious. Not only did he block Wei Yuan's retreat, but he also vaguely nailed to the key position of his aura. As long as his sword posture was together, it could change accordingly, and it was very dangerous.

But even when facing such a situation where any cultivator in the middle of the Zhaoshen realm would be dead, Wei Yuan still remained calm. He murmured to himself, "Eleven flying swords, plus the one in your hand, one will transform into twelve hearts. I believe that even if you are talented and powerful in swordsmanship, it will be difficult to compete with me wholeheartedly."

As the words fell, the Ruziniu was unsheathed again, but it was not against the sword that Fu Qiu Leng slashed, but turned around and slashed angrily towards a small sword hanging behind him. The Taoist magic was unstoppable.

"boom!"

The roar was deafening, and the eleven small swords were like a large net laid down by the floating clouds, firmly trapping the small fish Wei Yuan, inside. Wei Yuan's sword was like a sharp fin tore a hole in the big net, breaking the surface and forcing a way out.

Fu Qiu Leng's heart was transformed into twelve points, and his small sword was weak. How could he block Wei Yuan's slash with all his strength? He was slashed to the wicked girl with one sword and fell to the ground like a fallen leaf.

"not good!"

Fu Qiu Leng's face changed. Even when he reached this point, that bastard wanted to escape! This was so annoying! Wei Yuan didn't care what she was thinking about, after she got out of the net, she flew away with her sword and rushed straight outside Fengyuping. The speed was as fast as a storm. With Fu Qiu Leng's realm strength, she might never catch up with her.

Watching Wei Yuan step out of Fengyuping, then turned his head and grinned with a look of beating, "I'm here, I lose."

"you!"

Fu Qiu held Qingfeng in his hand coldly and pointed at Wei Yuan outside the field, making him tremble all over and his face turned blue.

The sword slave and the boxer watching the battle on the top of the mountain in the distance did not expect such a result. They immediately twitched their lips, looked at each other, and laughed helplessly.

On another mountain, the man in purple robe narrowed his eyes and turned away in disappointment. Wei Yuan broke through the net, and his guess could not be confirmed. It seemed that he had to report this matter to the ancestor first and ask her to decide.

Outside Fengyuping, Fu Qiunuan looked at Wei Yuan incredible, "You are so amazing, you can actually walk out of Fengyuping safely from Sister Leng."

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and didn't answer anything. He just chuckled and turned around and planned to leave.

"Wei Wuhen! One day I will defeat you with dignity!"

Fu Qiu's cold voice came from behind.

But Wei Yuan ignored her at all, and kept walking and slowly left along the mountain road. Fu Qiu Nuan didn't dare to stay for too long. He bowed to Fu Qiu Leng and hurriedly followed him.

But before they could reach the foot of the mountain, they had already met someone.

"Box slave?

Why are you here?"

The visitor was a boxer, and Fu Qiu Nuan asked in confusion.

The boxer first bowed to Fu Qiu Nuan and shouted "I have seen Master Nuan". Then he turned to look at Wei Yuan and continued, "Young Master Wei, please follow me to the main hall of the mountain master. The mountain master will see you."

Following the fist slave to the main hall of the mountain master. After entering the gate, a man in purple robe sat on the main seat, with a gentle face, holding a folding fan in his hand and a kind smile.

There was another person in the hall, a woman, lying lazily on the recliner beside her, with her appearance stunning. Although she looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, her deep eyes were obviously not a ignorant girl, and she might even be an old monster who had lived for many years.

In places like the Great Thousand World, not to mention the strong people at that stage of creation and immortality, they can already maintain their appearance without aging. There are countless techniques of maintaining their appearance in the world. To judge a person's age by appearance, the result must be very different from the reality. Just like Fu Qiu Nuan, who looks only eight or nine years old, but he is already a thirteen-year-old young woman.

After seeing the existence of that woman, Wei Yuan had no other feelings. He only felt that this woman was unfathomable and was a little wary.

But Fu Qiu Nuan and the Fist slave who followed Wei Yuan out of the hall changed in an instant. The Fist slave suddenly protruded into the ground. Even Fu Qiu Nuan, who was accomplicing the tiger on weekdays, stood up straight in an instant, and gave a solemn junior tribute to the woman with a respectful look on her face.

Even when facing Fu Qiu Leng, she was just acting playfully and coquettishly at most, but she never showed such a serious expression of respect now.

The next name of the woman on the two of them was shocked Wei Yuan.

"I've met my ancestor!"

"Old ancestor?"

Wei Yuan glanced at the woman with a surprised look on his face.

There is only one person in this peach forest who can be called the ancestors by Fuqiu Nuan and Boxing Slave, that is, the real master of the peach forest, the immortal strong man, Fuqiu Youyou! "Little thing, I heard that you had a fight with A Leng just now, and the result is very intriguing."

It was obvious that the woman in Fuqiu Youyou looked at Wei Yuan with a playful face and grinned slightly.

"It turned out to be the ancestor of Fuqiu. Wei Wuhen is here, and it is polite."

Although Wei Yuan was extremely shocked, he still pretended to be calm and bowed to the other party.

Fu Qiu chuckled lightly, then slowly got up, without leaving much, turned around and walked out of the hall.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to see what the guy who can make our A Leng so angry looks like. Now that I see it, I won't leave much, you guys are busy with yours."

After saying this, Fu Qiu Youyou had already walked out of the gate of the hall, leaving only Fu Qiu Nuan, Boxer and Wei Yuan, facing Fu Qiu Feng, the master of Nanshan Mountain.

"You are Wei Wuhen?"

Fu Qiufeng, who was sitting in the main seat, asked with a smile on his face.

Wei Yuan nodded slightly, "I have met the Lord of Nanshan Mountain."

"The boxing slave said that you have a stable heart. I also watched the battle between you and A Leng just now. It's good."

Fu Qiufeng chuckled and said, "Do you want to be my Taolin sword slave?"

Hearing this, the Fist Nu and Fu Qiu Nuan both turned their heads and looked at Wei Yuan, and the latter raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "What are the benefits of becoming a sword slave?"

As soon as these words were said, both the Boxer and Fu Qiu Nuan were in a terrified heart.

Becoming a Taolin sword slave is the supreme glory. What you can get is not only the lifelong insights of the previous generation sword slave. As long as you become a sword slave, not to mention in Nanshan, even in the entire Nanqiang, except for the Fuqiu clan, no one dares to blame you easily. Even in Leiyin Palace, with the friendship between Li Xuantu and Fuqiu Youyou, you dare not easily annoy the seven slaves of Taolin.
Chapter completed!