Yue Buqun: I'm already cultivating immortality, why would I still want to be the leader?

But I didn't expect that there is fertile land here that can produce two crops a year.

In addition, the north-south trade is becoming increasingly prosperous.

This made Guangnan City no less prosperous than the declining Chang'an City.

And hidden behind this prosperity.

Nature is corruption and darkness.

At this time.

A very ordinary carriage entered from the backyard of Piaoyun Pavilion.

A tightly wrapped cloaked man stepped out of the car.

General Guangnan's personal guards immediately came out to greet him.

They have no concerns.

Walk directly into the most luxurious courtyard of Piaoyun Pavilion.

The cloaked man just entered.

The large group of guards retreated one after another.

Quickly block the perimeter.

"Grandmaster."

"Didn't we say before that if we can avoid meeting each other, we should try our best to avoid it?"

General Guangnan looked at the cloaked man with displeasure.

The cloaked figure didn't reply.

He lifted the hood of his cloak, revealing a smooth head with scars from his ordination.

The moment Ah Fei saw this man, his eyes shrank sharply.

But he endured it.

No rash actions.

"General."

"I am here to deliver letters."

The master handed over the handwritten letter from Zhu Wusi, the Iron-Hearted Divine Marquis.

Then just stand there.

Not a word.

"Ok."

"I see."

General Guangnan gritted his teeth and said, "I will have people prepare it in advance, please rest assured, Your Highness."

No one knows the contents of the letter.

But General Guangnan's gnashing teeth showed how reluctant he was.

"Beyond this."

"I still have to take care of some things for the general."

The master finished speaking.

Look at where Ah Fei is hiding.

"not good."

Ah Fei realized that he had exposed himself by his previous shock.

There was no hesitation.

The whole person turned into a ghost in the dark night and flew out directly.

Then the master and two of General Guangnan's personal guards broke out.

Biting Ah Fei tightly.

As for the other guards.

They didn't even have time to react.

By the time he took out the bow and crossbow, Ah Fei had already flown a hundred feet away.

Ah Fei is incredibly fast.

The general's personal guards who were following behind were gradually left behind.

Only the master kept chasing for half an hour before they met face to face in the wilderness outside Guangnan City.

It’s not that Ah Fei’s lightness skills are inferior to the other party’s.

But he wanted to be more decisive.

"Master of Spiritual Perception."

"You are the head of a clan, why do you have to join the Hulong Villa?"

Ah Fei sighed.

no way.

The identity of the spiritual master is very special.

The abbot of a famous temple.

His reputation in the martial arts world is extremely high, comparable to that of Master Fang Sheng of Northern Shaolin.

He is not much inferior to Master Fang Zheng.

In particular, he repeatedly gave up the abbot's throne that others coveted, citing the need to practice Buddhism arduously.

In the end, it was only after the entire temple begged him that he was finally able to take the position with great reluctance.

But who could have imagined such a noble master.

Secretly, he is one of the thirty-six heavenly generals of Hulong Villa.

"Because of Senior Brother Lingshu."

Master Lingjue replied calmly, "Senior Brother Lingshu is like a brother and a teacher to me. He cannot die in such an unclear way. I must investigate thoroughly."

Abbot Lingshu.

A mysterious master who once joined forces with Shi Huan Tianshi to encircle Yue Buqun.

"What a pity."

Ah Fei slowly drew his sword.

He touched the Demon-Seeking Sword and said, "In the past, my master killed two false Heavenly Masters and pseudo-monks who coveted the power of the dynasty. Today, I want to follow my master's example and cleanse this pathetic world of its filth."

His eyes were extremely calm.

Because this so-called master of spiritual perception is already a dead man in his eyes.

"filthy?"

Master Lingjue is famous all over the world.

When have I ever been humiliated like this?

Sword of wrath.

The black sword light was rushing towards them.

Ding!

Master Lingjue shattered the sword light with one finger.

He used his thumb.

Similar to the legendary one-finger Zen.

"This bald donkey's skills are really profound."

Ah Fei felt a little embarrassed.

Because the other party's skills are a bit exaggerated.

He is hardly inferior to Feng Qingyang.

With such cultivation level, coupled with the extremely exquisite one-finger Zen, even Li Xunhuan would have a headache.

"It's the magic sword of Dongfang Bubai."

"There really is something wrong with you Huashan."

Master Lingjue roared and reached out to grab it.

This is a standard grappling technique.

It is very similar to the Eighteen Strikes, one of the Seventy-two Unique Skills.

Sharp and sharp.

Ah Fei didn't argue.

But his eyes became much fiercer.

The black sword light cut across and almost cut off Master Lingjue's fingers.

Ding!

Ding Ding Ding!

Ah Fei's sword was getting faster and faster.

Like a strong wind.

Another example is heavy rain.

The master of spiritual perception is also wise. He uses both hands at the same time, fighting and retreating.

In the end, he even used one finger to hold back the Demon-Seeking Sword that was piercing his heart.

The battle was hard to determine the winner.

Abruptly.

The Demon-Seeking Sword burst out with extremely ferocious black light.

A total of nine swords.

Nine different but deadly black lights.

Without waiting for the spiritual master to react.

The nine black swords suddenly merged together.

The body of the spiritual master fell out rapidly, which was very funny, but effective.

At least he avoided this insidious trick of [Wan Yue Chao Zong].

But I hope the sharpness of the magic sword will continue.

The black light is still extending.

There seems to be a tendency to not give up until the master of spiritual perception is pierced.

"Innocent!"

Master Lingjue's unflattering backward slide was just a chance to catch his breath.

The opportunity was won.

The Zen feeling comes.

I saw his thumb moving along a mysterious trajectory, arriving first and pressing towards the most obscure point of the black light.

Master Lingjue thought that he had relied on his sixty years of pure cultivation.

Can easily suppress Ah Fei.