An alchemy furnace fell from the sky

As soon as Dongfang He made a move, Xu Fu could tell that his cultivation level was much higher than that of Gong Bufan. Apart from anything else, this intimidating aura made people feel timid.

Xu Fu did not dare to neglect and waved several wind knives casually. There was abundant spiritual power here, so it was much easier to use the wind knives.

With Zhu Tingfang personally sealing the Black Evil Poison, Xu Fu could finally use the Gale Technique freely.

Dongfang He struck out very quickly, and with a few sharp swings of his withered claws, the wind knives that could break the rocks were torn into pieces. However, the residual power of the wind knives also made him fall back to the original place, staring at Xu Fu.

"He is indeed a master!"

Although Xu Fu has not been cultivating to the seventh level for a long time, he has been diligent in practicing wind magic. Coupled with the teachings of Elder Black Fan, Xu Fu feels that he is already a real high-level master. This is why he dares to go to Jiuxia. The reliance of mountains. But now the wind knife was easily broken by Dongfang He in front of him, which made Xu Fu feel a little scared.

In fact, Dongfang He was not as relaxed as he looked at this moment. As an eighth-grade master, he could not see Xu Fu's cultivation. He just shot out angrily. He wanted to kill the opponent with one blow, but he only made a few strokes. Insignificant wounds. What surprised Dongfang He the most was that the "demon" in front of him turned out to be a master of both physical and mental arts. Not only was he physically strong, he was also very accomplished in wind magic. The wind knife just struck him very quickly. If he hadn't used his famous stunt, Demon-Breaking Hand, I'm afraid you'll suffer a big loss just now.

"How come you have advanced so fast in both physical and physical training?" Dongfang He was puzzled. Although he had practiced the spirit-sealing technique since he was a boy, he had always been very keen on physical training, and he had been obsessed with physical training for the past twenty years. However, dual cultivation of physical and mental skills consumes a lot of energy, and the growth of cultivation is naturally not as good as that of monks who follow a single path, so few people are willing to take this path. Nowadays, it is rare to meet a young man who has both physical and mental skills, and his realm is so high. Dongfang He can't help but wonder about this young man's origin. If he hadn't already forged a deep hatred, he would really like to discuss friendship with his peers and have a long talk.

The two of them had their own thoughts, but Dongfang He's talent-praising heart was quickly swallowed up by hatred. For twenty years, he has been responsible for guarding the Fengling Sect altar and being in charge of the Fengshan Formation. Another little-known thing is guarding the spiritual stones and spiritual herbs in the altar. This is the top secret of the Fengling Sect, and the entire Fengling Sect has no secrets. A few people know. Needless to say, the ninth-grade spiritual grass Wuyin grass, and the mountain-holding stone that allows the Wuyin grass to grow with its roots is even more important. According to the ancient secret records of the sect, this mountain-holding stone was set by Yunyin Zhenren, the founder of the Fengling sect. , whose origin is unknown, has the miraculous effect of gathering spirits. Master Yunyin used this stone as a medium to connect the spiritual veins of Jiuxia Mountain, causing the spiritual energy to continuously overflow from the mountain, turning Jiuxia Mountain into a blessed place on earth, and all the disciples of the Fengling Sect can benefit. Later, the second generation of ancestors transplanted the Misty Hidden Grass and set up a great formation to seal the mountain. The third generation of ancestors also added a green screen fire barrier. In the following dynasties, they all sent capable people to garrison. This made the Fengling Sect prosperous for hundreds of years. No worries. Now that the spirit stone has been destroyed and the spiritual energy has leaked out, the disciples of the Fengling Sect no longer have the convenience of practicing.

"Sinner! I didn't expect that the Fengling Sect would be destroyed in my hands!" Dongfang He couldn't control his grief and anger. He had been addicted to cultivation since he was a child and didn't care about the affairs of the sect. Even if the leader changed, he didn't care at all. Twenty He took over the hard work of guarding the altar years ago, and no longer went down the mountain. He had nothing to do, either training the four disciples he had taken in when he was young, or practicing in seclusion. In the eyes of others, he was content with such a boring and boring life. happy.

But everything was ruined by this "demon" in front of me!

"Don't share the sky!"

Dongfang He was originally a figure like an idle cloud and a wild crane. He had not touched his true anger for decades. At this moment, the anger attacked his heart, and his Taoist heart suddenly lost control. His spiritual power surged, and some strange things were running around in his meridians.

Xu Fu also felt something was wrong when he stood opposite him. He clearly felt that the spiritual power of the thin Taoist opposite him had undergone earth-shaking changes and became manic and chaotic.

The Dongfang Crane in front of him was getting stronger and stronger, and he was obviously going to fight for his life. Xu Fu used his Juechen footwork with all his strength, turned around and ran towards the other side of the stone platform, thinking of maneuvering around and finding an opportunity to escape from the altar. The old Taoist priest wanted to risk his life, but he didn't want to.

"what……"

Dongfang He suddenly let out a shrill roar, his beard and hair stood up without any wind, and the veins on his hands popped out, turning into a strange gray-brown color.

"Run!"

Xu Fu felt the powerful spiritual power of his opponent and could not even think of fighting against him. He only had the thought of escaping.

Just when Xu Fu rushed towards the exit of the altar regardless of all his strength, he felt his left arm tighten and was already in someone's hand. Then someone grabbed the back of his neck.

A strange smile appeared on the old Taoist priest's face, which was full of evil charm. With Xu Fu so close at hand, he looked even more terrifying.

The old Taoist priest's grappling technique coupled with the spirit-sealing technique was really powerful. Xu Fu wanted to use all his strength to break free, but found that his meridians had been sealed. For some reason, his whole body became weak and weak. He couldn't break free with his physical strength. Like prey caught in the talons of an eagle, struggling is in vain.

Xu Fu felt the force coming from his arms and the back of his neck getting stronger and stronger. It seemed that the old Taoist priest was about to kill him. If it hadn't been for the Qixin Pill and the Strengthening Body Pill to reshape his muscles and bones, he would have had his neck broken by now!

Just when Xu Fu pressed his hand to the seal on his shoulder, he suddenly felt a lightness in his body, and the restraint on the back of his neck and left arm disappeared. Xu Fu quickly used his skills to escape.

When he looked back, he found that there was a small ancient seal on the old Taoist priest's head. It shone with a faint earth-yellow light and slowly landed on the center of his head. It was the Demon Suppressing Seal of the Fengling Sect.

Dongfang He's manic and chaotic meridians immediately calmed down, and the expression on his face was no longer evil, and he just slumped to the ground with a calm expression.

Thinking about Dongfang He's appearance just now, he must have gone crazy. This ancient seal can actually sense danger and fly to save people. It is indeed a good treasure!

"Run away!"

Xu Fu escaped from death and did not dare to delay any longer. He stepped out of the altar and his eyes suddenly opened up. However, he still didn't dare to relax at this time. He knew very well that this time the Fengling Sect had been completely offended. Even if they didn't know about Mi Feng, even if they thought about it, it would be nonsense. Of course, he couldn't beat him in a fight. Xu Fu didn't expect that just a Taoist priest guarding the altar could be so powerful. He had really underestimated the Fengling Sect before.

As soon as he left the altar, Xu Fu had a thought in his mind. He looked up and saw several spiritual boats breaking through the clouds and mist. Within a few breaths, they were in front of him. More than ten people jumped out of the boats. All of them were above the seventh level. .

The leader was wearing a purple Taoist robe. He was tall, with a bronze face and a curly beard. He was staring at Xu Fu with an angry look on his face.

Xu Fu smiled awkwardly, then used his footwork to move aside.

"Where to run?"

Xu Fu only felt a voice ringing in his ears, and then he was knocked to the ground by a huge force.

"Master Shenwei!" a group of people shouted loudly.

Xu Fu hit a boulder so hard that the rock cracked into several pieces. It was obvious that the force was so great that if he hadn't had a body of copper skin and iron bones, this blow would have been enough to kill him.

Although this blow looked scary, it was not harmful to Xu Fu. He twisted his slightly sore body and suddenly thought of Hei Jia. He felt the same way when fighting with Hei Jia. However, in terms of strength alone, this person was definitely not inferior to Hei Jia. There was one thing that surprised Xu Fu. Hearing just now The group of people shouted that the person who took action just now should be the leader of the Spirit-Sealing Sect, but why does this leader have such attainments in fists and feet? Is there a way to practice the Spirit-Sealing Technique?

Seeing Xu Fu getting up as if nothing had happened, Yan Heng also frowned slightly. Unexpectedly, the thief in front of him had a good level of cultivation. Although the blow just now had enough power, it was enough to cause muscle injuries and bone fractures for an ordinary sixth-grade or lower body cultivator.

"Master! Master! The second brother is unconscious and the fairy grass is gone!" A man ran out of the altar and shouted in a panic.

"Hand it over!" Yan Heng said coldly, as if he was ordering his disciples.

"Hand it over and let me go down the mountain?"

Xu Fu wanted to weigh the pros and cons. No matter how good the ninth-grade jelly grass was, it was not as important as his life.

"Keep your body intact."

Yan Heng was obviously very dissatisfied with Xu Fu's bargaining tone, and his tone was a bit impatient.

"Only a ghost can promise you this." Xu Fu thought to himself. He didn't say anything. He looked like he was thinking about it, but in fact he had sensed the escape route through his spiritual power. He had clearly sensed the surge of spiritual power not far behind him. It seemed that he had been prepared and had laid an ambush in advance.

Yan Heng obviously had no patience. He only waited for two breaths before jumping into the air and stepping towards Xu Fu. In his eyes, Xu Fu was just an ant with better luck.

When Xu Fu saw Yan Heng looking down on people so much, he suddenly felt a bit heroic in his heart. Since he couldn't escape, he would try to see if the famous head of the Fengling Sect was worthy of his name.

Xu Fu did not reach out, but kicked the leader of the Fengling Sect who was stepping down.

"Oh!"

There was a muffled sound, and the soles of their feet collided. With the two of them as the center, a wave of air was set off, and more than three feet of sand and rocks around them flew in all directions. The stone under Xu Fu's feet also cracked a few small cracks, showing the huge force.

Yan Heng didn't expect Xu Fu to be able to hold on to this kick, and he didn't leave any backward moves when he took off the kick. At this time, he had nowhere to use force in mid-air, so he could only use the power of Xu Fu's kick to retreat.

This shocked everyone in the Spirit-Sealing Sect. Although the leader of his family was not even as accomplished as many juniors in the Spirit-Sealing Technique, his skills in fists and feet were unparalleled in the entire Spirit-Sealing Sect. On the right, he was the one who killed five major thieves with a pair of iron fists and became famous all over the world. He also single-handedly resisted the invading enemies and saved the face of Jiuxia Mountain, so he was appointed as the new leader of the Fengling Sect. Head.

Nowadays, a kid with a yellow mouth thinks he has some strength, and dares to fight against the leader. He thought he was trying to control the chariot with his arms, and he was overestimating his own capabilities. The disciples of the Fengling Sect on the top of the mountain had the words "Master Divine Power" in their mouths. Seeing the situation in front of them, they swallowed it back alive and felt very uncomfortable.

"The leader was actually repulsed?"

"Who is this person?"

……

Everyone felt incredible and started talking about it.

Xu Fu seemed to have the upper hand with his move just now, but he was not as relaxed as he looked. Feeling the cracks in the rocks at his feet, Xu Fu became more wary of the leader of the Feng Ling Sect. He just narrowly won a move by occupying a good location, which is really not something to boast about. If it weren't for the fact that the head of the Fengling Sect had no roots, it would be hard to say who would advance and who would retreat.

"it is good!"

Yan Heng didn't feel that his face was dull at all. Seeing that Xu Fu still had some strength left, he admired Xu Fu a little more. He has courage, strength, and can remain calm in dangerous situations. He may not have seen such a young person in many years. Ever since he mastered his technique thirteen years ago, the Fengling Sect has become invincible. Not to mention his peers, not even the elders of the sect of the previous generation can stop his iron fists. He knew very well that if he had not overpowered his fellow disciples, he would not have been able to take the position of head. The previous head, Zhu Tingfang, and many elders were extremely dissatisfied with his practice method of focusing on body and not on skills, but he did not think so. I only believe in one thing...

The winner is honored!

It had been so long since he had fought against a physical master. Although Yan Heng wanted to find the Hidden Mist Grass and learn from Xu Fu the ins and outs of his master's obsession, he could no longer hold back the spiritual power rushing through his body. Having a good fight is really difficult to vent, I hope the young man in front of me can make it enjoyable.

I saw Yan Heng throwing the Taoist priest's robe on the ground casually, revealing a short-guessing outfit, staring at Xu Fu, and slowly took off the two black iron bracelets on his wrists.

The moment he took off the bracelet, Xu Fu's heart tightened, and he immediately felt an overwhelming pressure. The momentum of the leader of the Spirit-Sealing Sect in front of him suddenly increased several times. Xu Fu subconsciously took half a step back and stood firm. Stop, an iron fist has struck with the sound of wind and thunder.

"Ben Thunder Fist!"

This is exactly the secret skill that Yan Heng acquired by chance when he was traveling down the mountain. This boxing method is a rare eighth-level skill, and it is consistent with his five elements. With almost no hesitation, Yan Heng finally gave up the practice of the secret art of sealing spirits. He concentrated on this boxing technique.

Twenty years ago, he had a small mastery of boxing. He killed five thieves in seven days and became famous all over the world. Thirteen years ago, he had a great mastery of boxing. He defeated three fellow masters with overwhelming force and won the position of leader in one fell swoop. Since he became the leader, many disciples of the Spirit-Sealing Sect no longer focus solely on practicing the secret techniques of Spirit-Sealing. Instead, many disciples have shown their talents in other areas. For example, there is a disciple under his sect that he likes very much. His name is Mi Feng.

Thinking of Mi Feng, Yan Heng's fist became even more powerful, and the hairs on his fist stood up like steel needles.

When Xu Fu faced this powerful and flamboyant punch, his blood couldn't help but surge up. He couldn't fight head-on. There were countless people who could kill him at any time. He couldn't afford to lose both sides now.

Xu Fu stretched out his left arm to block, and his right hand had already accumulated spiritual power to prepare to use the wind knife. The wind knife was still his strongest offensive method.

But Xu Fu still underestimated the power of this punch. Before his blocking left arm touched his opponent, he felt a numbness and couldn't help but shrink back. He didn't even use 50% of the strength.

Under such circumstances, it was natural that he could not withstand the iron fist of the leader of the Fengling Sect. This punch hit Xu Fu on the shoulder. Xu Fu immediately flew back like a top and broke an old pine tree before stopping.

"What kind of crazy boxing technique!"

Xu Fu was dizzy, his shoulders were numb and painful, and he cursed secretly in his heart. If it was a matter of strength, Xu Fu still had half a chance of winning, but if he used upper boxing, Xu Fu would be far behind. Various boxing techniques have unique methods for controlling and using spiritual power, but he couldn't figure it out just by thinking about it. Yes, but there is no retreat at this time.

Regardless of adjusting his breath, Xu Fu quickly gathered a wind knife and struck at Yan Heng. Yan Heng saw this and did not rush to attack again. He just flicked his hand and the wind knife was smashed into pieces, leaving Yan Heng unscathed.

Seeing that the wind knife was useless, Xu Fu used all his footwork to retreat behind him. However, Yan Heng's feet suddenly flashed with lightning, and he rushed in front of Xu Fu in an instant. Xu Fu had no choice but to punch forcefully.

Before the two fists touched, Xu Fu felt a biting numbness and couldn't help but want to retract his arm. By the time the fists collided, Xu Fu's punch had already weakened a lot, and the result can be imagined.

Xu Fu had a mouthful of blood rushing to his throat. He resisted spitting it out. He flew backwards. The numbness all over his body made it difficult for him to maintain his body in mid-air. He was about to fall to the ground, but he saw lightning flashing. Yan Heng had already ducked below him and punched Xu Fu into the air again.

"Wow!"

Xu Fu sprayed a mouthful of blood in the air, attracting applause from the surrounding Fengling Sect disciples.

Although he had suffered serious internal injuries at this time, Xu Fu had no intention of surrendering. He only saw his fingertips moving slightly, and a strong wind instantly hit him, sending him towards the dense forest.

Yan Heng obviously didn't expect that Xu Fu could be so durable. After two punches, he still had enough energy to cast spells. He was not angry but happy. He had worn the two strings of sealing spirit beads for several years. It was rare to take them off today, so he could have a good time. Throw more punches.

The power of the Thunder Fist is not very strong, but it can attach the power of thunder and lightning to the fist. When fighting against an enemy, once the opponent gets close, it will be like being struck by lightning. The muscles and bones will be soft and the blood flow will not be smooth, so fighting against it The more they fight, the weaker they become.

Seeing that Xu Fu had floated two feet in the wind, Yan Heng dodged again and came directly below Xu Fu, jumped up and punched him again.

Xu Fu resisted forcefully, but was beaten and spun rapidly in mid-air.

After finally using the wind to stabilize his body, Xu Fu's face turned pale. At this time, he felt like his stomach was churning, and with a "wow" sound, he actually vomited in mid-air.

When last night's food and wine spurted out of Xu Fu's mouth, they were already a ball of disgusting paste, falling from the air in a sloppy manner. Below him, apart from the rocks and vegetation, there was only Yan Heng, the head of the Fengling Sect, left.

Although Yan Heng looked extremely rough, he was clean by nature. Seeing this, he frowned and stepped aside. He did not want to be contaminated by such filthy things. This gave Xu Fu a chance to breathe.

Looking at Xu Fu again, he saw that he fell heavily and hit a rock with a muffled sound. It looked like he fell very hard, but compared to the harsh blow, Xu Fu felt that this was already comfortable.

Originally there was still some numbness on his body, but when his hand touched the boulder, the numbness quickly dissipated a lot, as if it had been sucked away by the stone.

"what happened?"

Xu Fu was surprised, but he had no time to think about it at this time. Yan Hengzheng was staring at him eagerly, and the next punch might come at any time.

"Hand over the fairy grass, and I will spare your life if you abandon your cultivation." Yan Heng did not take action immediately, but said coldly.

Xu Fu was stunned when he first heard this, but suddenly he smelled the stench of wine lees on his body, and he understood immediately.

"Afraid of getting your hands dirty? Just right."

Xu Fu gritted his teeth, made a magic formula with his hands, and used his own spiritual power to guide the surrounding spiritual energy to circle around him.

Yan Heng watched with great interest, without the slightest intention of stopping him. For him, those few blows just now were really not enough. Seeing that Xu Fu still had a killing move, he simply waited for him to use it.

"Great Gale Knife!"

As Xu Fu shouted loudly, he waved his right palm violently, and the sound of breaking through the air resounded through Jiuxia Mountain. It was like a three-foot-long blade sprouted from Xu Fu's arm. With Xu Fu's wave, it slashed towards Yan Yan. horizontal.

Yan Heng's whole body flashed with lightning again, and he punched the wind knife. As expected, the wind knife shattered, but Yan Heng frowned. The power of the wind knife surprised him a little.

"Seventh level magic?"

Yan Heng has faced countless enemies, and he can determine the depth of Xu Fu with just one strike. The strike just now was definitely a real seventh-level spell.

"Just don't hide." Xu Fu was not depressed when he saw Yan Heng breaking the wind knife. He had long known that a master like the leader of the Fengling Sect would never be defeated by a seventh-level magic spell.

"Gale Wind Dance!"

I saw Xu Fu pushing forward with both hands, and the spiritual power all over his body surged. The huge wind knife was thrown towards Yan Heng like a violent storm. The huge momentum caused the surrounding disciples of the Fengling Sect to take a breath of air-conditioning. Every move of the Qingfeng Knife has substance, and its momentum is very frightening.

"Thunder Slash!"

Yan Heng shouted loudly, and pointed his right hands together to form a knife. The palm of his hand was covered by the flashing thunder light. With a crisp sound of "crackling", he met Xu Fu's countless wind knives.

"Clap clap clap..."

In the eyes of Yan Heng, who has rich experience and powerful perception, the invisible wind knife has no concealment at all. Every one of them is struck by him. The wind knife and the hand knife collapse at the touch of each other, but the victory is due to the extremely large number. For a time, the top of the mountain is covered with swords. The wind roared upstream and lightning flashed, as if a thunderstorm was approaching.

After a while, the wind stopped, the electricity stopped, and the two looked at each other from a distance.

Yan Heng's right hand was trembling slightly.

Xu Fu looked at Yan Heng's slightly heaving chest and showed a wry smile. The leader of the Feng Ling Sect was really powerful. Under Xu Fu's strong urging, this move of Lie Feng Wu sent out no less than a hundred wind knives, but none of them hit this one. The head of the Fengling Sect.

"Come again!"

Xu Fu was unwilling to give up. The more he struggled, the more hope he had.

However, Xu Fu's Gale Wind Dance just now was very destructive. In order to increase the power of the wind knife, Xu Fu squandered the spiritual power in his body to strengthen the wind knife regardless of the cost. Even if he had reached the seventh level of cultivation, it was still too much. However, the leader of the Fengling Sect was finally forced not to attack again.

"Come again!"

Xu Fu picked up the magic formula again and prepared to perform another move of Gale Wind Dance.

It's a pity that Gale Dance is not as easy as Gale Knife. It still needs a few breaths of energy. For Yan Heng, these few breaths of time are enough to do a lot of things.