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Chapter 172 Am I Really Inferior to He Changfeng?

"Brother He!"

Facing the visitor, Yang Xuan cupped his hands with a smile on his face.

"Brother Yang!"

It was He Changfeng who came.

Followed by Xiao Wanyun, he was staring at the ancient sword gate in front of him, which was vast among the mountains.

"Master sensed Brother He's arrival, so I hurried out to greet him. I hope I didn't neglect Brother He."

"Deeply honored!"

He Changfeng nodded slightly.

It was the master of the Ancient Sword Sect who personally let Yang Xuan greet him.

It seems that my identity as the true heir of Qingyun Sect has been spread all over the world, so that Gu Jianmen attaches so much importance to it.

"Brother He, come with me."

Yang Xuan turned around slowly, leading He Changfeng towards the ancient sword gate.

"There are quite a few Tianjiao who came to the ancient sword gate today, but Brother He hasn't arrived yet, no matter how lively the event is, it's almost meaningless."

"Oh? Brother He broke through again?"

Yang Xuanzheng smiled boldly, and suddenly noticed that the aura emanating from He Changfeng's body was different from the last time we met.

Much stronger!

"Breakthrough by chance."

He Changfeng said calmly.

Yang Xuan's eyes trembled slightly.

Although Zhao Xiu, the Holy Son of Qiongfan Holy Land, is just an idiot in his opinion, after all, he is very talented and powerful. At least among his peers, he is hard to come by.

But he was still beheaded by He Changfeng, who was only in the realm of Mingxin at that time.

It's only been a month and a half since I've seen each other, and the opponent has made continuous breakthroughs, and the strength of the aura emanating from his body has already faintly surpassed his own head.

"This He Changfeng is too scary!"

Yang Xuan felt a little more dignified in his heart, secretly thinking that his vision was indeed right.

If He Changfeng was given a few more years, perhaps the three major forces, among all their peers, would not be able to find any arrogance who could compete with them.

This kind of powerful enemy is also a great threat to him.

"Fortunately, this He Changfeng is humble and not as arrogant as that Zhao Xiu. Otherwise, there might be an inevitable battle between me and him."

"Since this is the case, I must establish a good relationship with him. In the future, if Gu Jianmen can join hands with Qingyunzong, the destination of this land with a radius of thousands of miles will belong to our two sects!"

With this in mind, Yang Xuan secretly made a decision.

"Brother He, please!"

Yang Xuan was humble and took the initiative to lead the way for He Changfeng.

With this attitude, people from various forces coming and going in front of the ancient sword gate mountain gate are full of disbelief.

Many people don't know He Changfeng yet, but Yang Xuan has already heard of him like thunder.

Now that the transmission ceremony is out, who doesn't know the ancient sword sect Yang Xuan?

A hundred years later, Yang Xuan will be the master of the Ancient Sword Sect, single-handedly controlling the existence of this superpower!

But this kind of person, in front of another young man of the same generation, behaved respectfully, and countless people began to speculate on He Changfeng's identity.

In the crowd, Han Feng also stared at that figure.

"He Changfeng..."

He clenched his fists tightly, and the bones in his hands seemed to be crushed by him.

He wished he could kill He Changfeng directly, but he was unwilling and unbelievable.

They also came to the Upper Realm together.

Why is He Changfeng's status so high?

He would be bitten by dogs every time he entered or exited the mountain gate, but He Changfeng was personally greeted by the host of this grand ceremony.

"What the hell happened to that guy?"

Han Feng gritted his teeth and said, but he couldn't even see through the opponent's cultivation.

"Old man, can you see his cultivation clearly?"

In desperation, Han Feng could only turn his attention to his master.

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's too far away, but I can feel that he has at least the mid-term cultivation base of the Purple Mansion, which is only high but not low!"

The old man said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Han Feng's heart trembled suddenly.

In the middle of Zifu.

High or low?

He originally thought that he had already left He Changfeng behind.

But he didn't expect that he could not even keep up with the opponent's pace even though he was cultivating hard in the fight day after day.

A trace of inferiority surged from Han Feng's heart.

"Brother, do you also know He Zhenchuan?"

Hu Xiao's voice came from the side.

Seeing that Han Feng was so curious about He Changfeng, he couldn't help asking.

"True biography? Brother Hu knows him?"

Han Feng asked back.

Hu Xiao smiled: "He Zhenchuan's name is like a thunderbolt. The last time he was in the Dragon Burial, it was said that Qiongfan Holy Land sent the holy son Zhao Xiu, together with five purple mansion monks, to surround and kill him. All six of them were buried in the Dragon Burial, and only then did he understand the state of his mind!"

"This He Zhenzhuan is a low-key person, and he never shows his true nature. If the Qiongfan Holy Land hadn't seen his extraordinary talent and wanted to kill him, his identity as a true disciple of the Qingyun Sect master would not have been exposed so quickly."

Hu Xiao talked on his own, without noticing how aggrieved Han Feng's expression was.

The true disciple of Qing Yunzong's suzerain?

While he was still looking up and shocked at how terrifying the three major forces were, He Changfeng had actually joined one of them, and even became the true disciple of the Qingyun Sect Master.

The gap between the two has been widened invisible.

The other party accepts the best cultivation conditions and enjoys the resources of the entire sect.

And he can only practice hard on the verge of death in exchange for a little insight.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have already been knocked down by reality.

But after a moment of depression in his heart, Han Feng strengthened his confidence.

"So what, it's just a waste raised in a greenhouse. If we really want to fight, he may not be my opponent!"

"I want to see how terrified the beast's expression will be when I step on it!"

Han Feng snorted coldly.

But at this moment, He Changfeng in the air suddenly stopped and looked towards him.

Seeing this, Han Feng's expression changed, and he hurriedly hid behind the giant tree like a mouse crossing the street, not daring to make a sound.

Above the sky, the corner of He Changfeng's mouth curled into a smile.

"So you are here."

He didn't notice Han Feng at first, but the other party's gaze was too strong, which attracted He Changfeng's attention.

After a closer look, it turned out that it was Han Feng.

But soon, He Changfeng looked away.

He has no idea about Han Feng for the time being, and when the ceremony is over, he will naturally meet with him.

Anyway, you can't touch the other party until the luck value is emptied, so why waste time on him?

He continued to follow Yang Xuan's figure and headed towards the ancient sword gate.

And the ground.

Hu Xiao, who found Han Feng's strange behavior, was a little puzzled.

"Brother Han, what are you?"

"It's okay, I just want to come and take a look behind."

Han Feng smiled awkwardly.

But Hu Xiao was not a fool, so He Changfeng saw that Han Feng hurriedly hid behind a tree.

Is there any grudge between the two?

Thinking of this, Hu Xiao felt a little more dignified.

...

The Tianjiao Hall of the Ancient Sword Gate.

In order to welcome young talents from all over the world, Gu Jianmen specially took out an empty hall to welcome all the talents.

In the main hall, there are countless delicious food and wine, delicacies from mountains and seas.

All kinds of food made from rare and exotic animal meat are full of fragrance.

Countless well-dressed and imposing youths were chatting and laughing happily in the hall.

Or dressed in luxurious black clothes, every gesture of his hands and feet is full of nobility.

Or plain black clothes, restrained breath, sharp eyes.

Or tall and strong, with a heavy breath.

Most of these young Tianjiao are from Xuanhuangtian, but there are also many visitors from other surrounding worlds.

There are many vassals of the three major forces, apart from Xuanhuangtian's local weak forces, even other worlds also have vassals of Gu Jianmen.

Talented people from all walks of life gathered together, drinking and having fun, laughing heartily.

But they are also clear about their mission, the grand ceremony is only second, and the real thing is to come here to connect with other forces.

"When I first met Yang Zhenchuan in the early years, I saw that he was extraordinary. Look at it, Yang Zhenchuan is already a descendant of the ancient sword sect in just a few years!"

"If you ask me, Yang Zhenchuan must be the No.1 of the young generation among the three major forces. There is no doubt about this."

"Not necessarily, but don't forget, Qing Yunzong also has a true biography, He Changfeng."

"He Changfeng? Why haven't I heard of this name before?"

"Haven't you heard of He Zhenchuan's name? It is said that when He Zhenchuan was still in the realm of Mingxin, he killed six Zifu in Qiongfan Holy Land by himself, including the holy son Zhao Xiu."

"Ming Xinjing leapfrogged and killed Zifu? How is this possible?"

"Why is it impossible? I was there at the time, and I saw it with my own eyes. Later, Qingyun Sect had a conflict with Qiongfan Holy Land, and almost made a move. It was the Qingyun Sect master who arrived in time, and Qiongfan Holy Land was unwilling to leave. gone."

Among the crowd, an inner disciple of the ancient sword sect said.

Hearing this, everyone was amazed.

Countless people remembered this new name in their hearts.

He Changfeng!

"What nonsense!"

But at this moment, a violent shout resounded in the crowd.

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw a few young men in uniform with ugly expressions on their faces.

Someone recognized that it was the person from Qiongfan Holy Land.

"My holy son, Zhao Xiu, was born with a yin and yang body, and his strength is extremely strong. No matter how powerful He Changfeng is, it is impossible to kill the holy son by leapfrogging in the Ming state of mind. , and then framed it on us!"

"The revenge of killing the Holy Son will be avenged by Qiongfan Holy Land!"

The young man in the lead let out a low shout, and his cultivation in the late stage of the Purple Mansion Realm was clear at a glance, and he exploded completely.

Some young Tianjiao who only have a clear mind around them feel that it is difficult to breathe at this moment, and they quickly retreat to the side.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing who was telling the truth.

But they didn't dare to offend Ancient Sword Gate and Qiongfan Holy Land.

Whether it is true or false, no one dares to discuss it anymore.

But at this moment, a laugh suddenly came.

"Why are there still dogs barking at this Tianjiao event?"

Everyone was shocked.

Who is this?

How dare you satirize people in Qiongfan Holy Land like this!

Everyone hurriedly followed the prestige.

Outside the main hall, three figures flew over.

Everyone knows one of them, Yang Xuan, the descendant of the ancient sword sect, left suddenly just now, for unknown reasons.

And beside him stood a man and a woman.

The woman has bright eyes and white teeth, her beauty is picturesque, and there is a touch of indifference in her eyes, as if she is out of the mundane world.

But this kind of woman stood a step behind the man, and seemed to be just a maid.

Everyone looked at this man.

He is handsome and elegant, and his appearance is extraordinary.

Tsing Yi is out of dust, gentle and elegant.

Even if it is cursing, it makes everyone feel comfortable.

Several people from the Qiongfan Holy Land saw this, their eyes narrowed slightly.

The young man in the lead recognized He Changfeng's identity at a glance.

He was there.

"He Changfeng, dare to insult Qiongfan Holy Land like this, are you looking for death?"

The young man shouted coldly.

He looked around, but there were no other people from Qingyun Sect.

There is no reason for the Qingyun Sect master to come to the Tianjiao gathering of the ancient sword sect.

In other words, He Changfeng really only has one person!

"He Changfeng?!"

"He is He Changfeng, as expected, he is not a mortal!"

"This He Zhenchuan not only has an extraordinary temperament, but even this appearance is so handsome."

"Wow, He Changfeng is too handsome!"

Among the crowd, there were voices of discussion.

"Does the dog keep barking?"

The response to Qiongfan Holy Land was still just a chuckle.

What makes everyone a little strange is that.

Yang Xuan stood aside, but didn't say a word.

Yang Xuan is today's host, if the guest has a conflict, if he doesn't speak, it is already showing his position.

blatant favoritism.

Favor He Changfeng!

This scene made everyone feel the behavior of the situation and the subtle changes in the situation.

It seems that Gu Jianmen intends to make friends with Qingyunzong.

Because of this He Zhenchuan!

"He Changfeng, you are courting death!"

The young man in the late stage of Zifu in Qiongfan Holy Land suddenly exploded, and the flying sword shot out. He strode on the flying sword and rushed towards He Changfeng.

Finally, it stopped ten meters away from He Changfeng.

The young man turned his head to look at Yang Xuan, and asked in a deep voice, "Yang Zhenchuan, are you sure you want to help him?"

Yang Xuan shook his head, and a laugh came out of his mouth that made the young man incomprehensible.

"of course not."

With that said, Yang Xuan went directly to the side.

Seeing this, the young man smiled confidently.

Looking at Qin Feng, he said in a cold voice.

"I would like to see, who else can protect you, a waste today!"

But He Changfeng didn't respond to him at all, he just stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes as calm as water.

It seems that in his eyes, he is just a grasshopper that keeps jumping around.

"asshole!"

The young man drank violently.

He had only one mission in this Tianjiao grand meeting, and that was to humiliate He Changfeng.

This guy is already on the must-kill list of the Holy Land, but before killing him, He Changfeng will definitely be ashamed!

The next moment, the long sword in the young man's hand was out of its sheath, and under the eyes of everyone, he was ready to strike.

Unexpectedly, He Changfeng took the lead.

A flash of light flashed in his hand, and the Dragon Yuan Sword appeared.

"Wandao Immortal Sword Art!"

He Changfeng thought to himself, a violent force erupted from Long Yuanjian immediately.

For example, there is a huge dragon burning with raging divine fire, and with a sharp sword energy, it shoots towards the young man violently.

Feeling the power of this blow, the young man's face was extremely ugly, so he had no choice but to use his sword skills to resist.

But this sword was too terrifying. The moment the long sword in his hand came into contact with the power, it shattered directly.

The sword energy immediately penetrated the young man's body.

Blood gushed out from the young man's mouth like a spring, and he fell down from the air covered in blood.

The crowd hurriedly avoided, but the young man was uncatchable, and he hit the ground directly, and after spitting out another mouthful of blood, he passed out.

"Brother Yang, the dog barking is too noisy, please clean it up for me."

"Thank you, Brother He."

Blood spattered on the spot at the Tianjiao Grand Meeting, Yang Xuan couldn't help being angry, but thanked with a smile on his face.

Naturally, he wasn't afraid of getting into trouble just now.

He said he wouldn't help because he knew that even without him, He Changfeng could easily defeat the opponent.

He Changfeng must understand this truth.

"Brother!"

"Brother!"

Several disciples from Qiongfan Holy Land rushed forward to help the young man.

But the young man has long been silent.

"I killed him because he was too noisy, and Qiongfan Holy Land sent people to intercept me. This is already something that your great elders have personally admitted, so why deceive yourself and others here."

"But to save Brother Yang's face, I will spare him a sigh of relief. Within two hours, if there is a strong Takong who can dispel the sword energy in his body, he can still save his life!"

Above the main hall, He Changfeng's voice came.

It is like a god who looks down on all living beings and holds the power of life and death.

The pupils of the ancient sculptures looked coldly at the disciples of Qiongfan Holy Land below.

When the disciples heard this, they immediately saw a glimmer of hope, but how could there be any Takong experts around here who could help them?

But outside the ancient sword gate, there are still their elders to guide them.

Thinking of this, the disciples quickly carried the young man away in embarrassment.

The other young Tianjiao present looked at He Changfeng dully.

The young man who was the same age as them was so different at this moment, he was far away from their level, standing on the top of the mountain, overlooking them.

In the middle stage of Zifu, it can instantly kill the monks in the late period of Zifu.

Then how terrifying He Changfeng's true strength must be!

These so-called geniuses who boasted of being extraordinary and arrogant, felt endless inferiority complex at this moment.

In front of He Changfeng, their talent can only be regarded as a joke.

And the opponent is not only strong in talent, but also in character.

In comparison, they are like babbling, toddler babies.

The outermost part of the hall.

Han Feng's body trembled slightly.

He also saw the scene just now.

Instantly kill the late-stage cultivators of the Zifu.

"So...he's already so strong..."

Han Feng's chest rose and fell slightly.

He also believed just now that the waste raised in the greenhouse can instantly kill the genius of Qiongfan Holy Land who is high in his eyes.

The last trace of faith in Han Feng's heart was also shattered.

"Could it be... am I really inferior to He Changfeng?"