Chu Yuhuan cooperated with Zhuo Mufeng, Yanyulou had a unique skill with a confusing effect, and combined with the Daoxin Demon who specialized in flaws, he suddenly exerted a power far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

The old lion-headed man is definitely the top 20 in the Tianxing List, but he was beaten to no resistance by the two of them. This is because Chu Yuhuan was injured, otherwise the old lion-headed man would have been defeated faster.

Chu Yuhuan was stunned, surprised by his tacit understanding with Zhuo Mufeng, and then he was ecstatic.

I thought I would die today, but I didn't expect to survive. The more I fought, the more I became brave, and the more I fought, the more fierce she became. The fear and despair she had before turned into a huge murderous intent and rushed towards the lion-headed old man.

Of course Zhuo Mufeng won't hold back.

This guy was also very scared. Thinking that his beloved woman was almost harmed by this old guy, his eyes were ruthless, sometimes he was the sword sound waves of the Bodhidharma Divine Sword, sometimes he was the seven-color sword energy with terrifying lethality. He used Chu Yuhuan's interference to hit the weak point of the lion-headed old man, and beat the latter to a terrifying and helpless.

The old man with lion head only had a strong skill, but it was difficult to perform, and his face turned purple and red. This old man was also cunning. In anger, he wanted to break through the siege of the two several times and rushed towards Wu Yuanyuan, Ling Luoyang and others to take hostages.

But who is Zhuo Mufeng? With the full force of the Dao Demon Seed, the old man with the lion-headed one stopped him in advance and could not find any opportunity.

Such terrifying awareness and resilience shocked everyone who noticed this ups and downs, and he could only be described as a peerless genius.

After hundreds of moves, the old man with the lion-headed head was scratched on his chest, shoulders, back, and even his hands and legs. The energy from the injury penetrated into his body, causing secondary damage, causing the old man with the lion-headed head to continue to decline.

As a result, he was even more unable to withstand the endless attacks of Zhuo Mufeng and Chu Yuhuan, and continued to drag on them, for fear that he might be killed.

The old lion-headed man was scared and shouted, "Brother, second brother, help me!"

The eldest and second brothers he said both looked ugly.

They wanted to take action, but after a strong support came, the situation turned around. Wu Guanting was very excited and had recovered from calmness and stability. He had a moderate attack and defense in the attack, which made it difficult for the old man Huangfa to escape.

On the other side, the sloppy old man, whose opponent Yun Taibai, was not as good as Wu Guanting's martial arts, but his strength was that his light skills were even more skillful, and he was so careless that he was too busy to take care of him.

Unable to get a response, he was severely injured by the seven-colored sword energy. The old man with lion-headed roared three times unwillingly, but under Zhuo Mufeng's paradoxical attack, he really couldn't find any chance to get back the situation.

"Boy, I remember you. I will definitely give you ten times the price in the future!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came out of the mountain, the old man with a lion-headed head was imaginable, leaving a harsh word, turning around and rushing towards the old man with a sloppy.

With Zhuo Mufeng's skills, he could only focus on taking care of Wu Yuanyuan and others, and could not completely block the lion-headed old man's breakthrough route. Without Zhuo Mufeng's arm help, Chu Yuhuan could only watch him rush out.

Seeing the old lion-headed man attacking, Yun Taibai quickly pulled away and dodged. Eryin again rushed towards Wu Guanting, and Wu Guanting had to avoid his sharp edge.

The three Yins of the Western Regions gathered together. The old man with yellow hair saw that the old man with lion head was covered in wounds. He knew that he would not get any advantage today. He quickly glanced at Zhuo Mufeng in the distance, and his deep resentment and murderous intent appeared in his eyes, and took the lead in rushing to the distance.

After a few breaths, the three Yins of the Western Regions disappeared from everyone's sight.

Yun Taibai breathed a sigh of relief, secretly wiped his sweat, and said to Wu Guanting who came, "Brother Wu, I almost lost my life for you this time. You should pay me twenty jars of fine wine!"

After going through a disaster, especially when his daughter is safe, Wu Guanting was in a very good mood, and he smiled and said, "Not to mention twenty altars, even fifty altars or one hundred altars, you will definitely not be missing Brother Yun."

"A word is certain!" Yun Taibai smiled happily, as if he was more happy to get good wine than to drive out a strong enemy.

Seeing Wu Guanting walking forward, he also realized something, and he locked the whisk and walked side by side with it.

His eyes fell first on his disciple Xiang Zhen. Seeing that Xiang Zhen was just injured and was not seriously injured, the big rock fell to the ground. Then his eyes moved rapidly and suddenly looked at the young man in white who was holding his sword in the sheath and hugging Wu Yuanyuan who was constantly comforting him.

Yun Taibai has traveled all over the country and has traveled across the five great dynasties. He claims to be aware of countless people, but in his life, he has never seen a stunning figure like a young man in white.

Before, they had been with Wu Guanting, and they inevitably talked about Zhuo Mufeng, so Yun Taibai knew Zhuo Mufeng's situation better than most people in the world.

He was born in Hongricheng in a poor gang and had no resources or assistance until he joined the Sanjiang League at the age of 17. In just four years, he made great progress and became the first person in the younger generation recognized by the Eastern Zhou martial arts world.

It can be said that Zhuo Mufeng's resume is even more exaggerated than many people in the legend of the world. His rise is full of incredible, with excellent qualifications and rapid progress. Looking at the world for nearly a hundred years, perhaps even the sword saint Xiang Wuji is worse.

Only within three hundred years can the recognized legendary world-class city be able to suppress the other side.

With infinite curiosity and amazement, Yun Taibai and Wu Guanting walked towards Zhuo Mufeng.

Zhuo Mufeng was holding the eldest lady and saying softly, comforting her heart, feeling soaked, and a burst of unspeakable guilt arose in the guy's heart.

Although he was robbed and even had an accident with Luluo, after all, it happened. He felt sorry for the young lady who was worried about him all day long during this period.

The depression on Zhuo Mufeng's face flashed and he hugged the girl in his arms tighter with his hands, as if he was afraid of losing her.

It was not until the footsteps approached and when someone called him, Zhuo Mufeng came to his senses. When he looked up, he found that Wu Guanting looked embarrassed, while another white-haired middle-aged man had a joke on his face.

Zhuo Mufeng quickly let go and whispered, "Miss, the adoptive father and the others are here."

Wu Yuanyuan was immersed in boundless joy. The lover lost it and gained it again, and her martial arts were so high that it was unimaginable that she could not imagine, which made the girl excited and proud, and she wished she could completely occupy him.

When he heard Zhuo Mufeng's words and thought that the occasion was wrong, Wu Yuanyuan's pretty face turned red with her rainy face, and she quickly turned her back to everyone, lowered her head to wipe her tears.

At this time, Chu Yuhuan, with her two apprentices and Xiang Zhen, also came over.

All the eyes fell on Zhuo Mufeng, either curious or shocked. In short, he looked like he was looking at a monster.

Zhuo Mufeng hurriedly saluted Wu Guanting and Chu Yuhuan. When it was the turn of a white-haired middle-aged man, he called out to senior. This obedient look was not as powerful as a lion-headed old man, but it became more and more satisfying and commending.

At a young age, he had excellent martial arts skills, but he didn't look arrogant at all. Yun Taibai nodded secretly, thinking that Brother Wu really accepted a humble, polite and gentle child.

Wu Guanting introduced, "This is a close friend of the father, Taoist Master Yun Taibai, just call Uncle Yun."

Zhuo Mufeng was secretly shocked. Before this Fengyun Conference, Yun Taibai ranked 16th on the Tianxing List. Although the ranking fell due to the failure of the other party to participate this time, in Zhuo Mufeng's opinion, this person's martial arts are definitely no worse than his adoptive father.

He quickly called Uncle Yun.

Yun Taibai exclaimed, "I heard Brother Wu talk about you a long time ago, but seeing you is better than seeing me. Mu Feng's nephew really opened my eyes and I am still in my dreams!"

Unexpectedly, this middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist is so good at speaking and value him so much, Zhuo Mufeng's favorability towards him has skyrocketed.

When this guy said good-heartedly, he didn't blink. "Uncle Yun laughed. My nephew often heard his adoptive father mention Uncle Yun and said that you are free and easy by nature and everything is not lingering in your heart. I also asked my nephew to learn more from you. When I see you today, my demeanor is like a god."

What Yun Taibai cares about most is his temperament. No matter where he goes, his white hair and white clothes embroidered with white cranes are standard.

Hearing Zhuo Mufeng say this, he really thought he was fairy-like. He slapped the whisk lightly. Feng Qingyun smiled indifferently and said, "Where is it, Mufeng's nephew, don't listen to your father's words, so as not to make me laugh."

Wu Guanting, who was on the side, laughed at the venue and shook his head, looking like an old friend was talking to each other, and felt helpless. When did he say this? This adopted son is so terrible. He really said it, and he didn't even blush.

Fearing that Zhuo Mufeng would continue to pull it off sooner or later, Wu Guanting quickly interrupted him and asked, "Mu Feng, where have you been during this period? How could you disappear for no reason?"

I'm afraid that the entire Eastern Zhou Dynasty wanted to know about this question. Even the eldest lady wiped her tears and turned around, looked up at Zhuo Mufeng without blinking.

Zhuo Mufeng had a long time ago and said, "Does his adoptive father still remember the amazing man who saved me in Dajun Mountain last time? He took me away and taught me martial arts."

"That person is it?"

Wu Guanting and everyone were shocked. At the Fengyun Conference, Zhuo Mufeng was in danger and was rescued by the strange man, which had long been spread throughout the world. There were even many discussions about the identity of the strange man.

No one knew that at that time, Wu Guanting was one of the few people who noticed that Zhang Ruxin had missing three fingers. The leader of the Sanjiang Alliance, like Mei Shanhui and Hua Wubing, also suspected that the sword saint Xiang Wuji was on the head.

Zhuo Mufeng's words undoubtedly confirmed the speculation. Only people like Xiang Wuji could quietly break into Song Yayuan, and concealing Le Qian's perception, Zhuo Mufeng was reborn and his skills were advanced to such a shocking level in just over a month.
Chapter completed!