Chapter 681 Martial Arts Conference 13

In less than a minute, the Qinglian sword flew back again like a dragon outside the sky, and was put into the Qiankun cloth bag. In the blink of an eye, people saw that there was a smear of bright red blood on the tip of the sword.

This bloodstain is so shocking.

"Is he using... a flying sword to kill people!?"

"Taoist Master Tianxin escaped for nearly a mile, but he couldn't escape with his life! Terrible!"

"Leader Xiao, how strong is it?" The hearts of the crowd trembled. At this time, they felt that Xiao Fei was self-willed and arbitrary, and it seemed that it was not so unacceptable. Because his strength is too strong, so powerful that they cannot detect it.

People with stronger abilities must have their own unique side in handling things.

If you are a little better than others, others will definitely envy and hate you. But you are much stronger than others, if you are so strong that he cannot reach it, others will be completely convinced by you.

"It's a flying sword that kills thousands of miles away!" At this moment, a bold voice resounded across the mountain.

Then two figures descended from the sky and landed on the ring. Everyone saw that it was an old Taoist priest and a monk with a face like the full moon. They are the two Kunlun Mountain practitioners, Patriarch Yiyuan and Hanseng.

"See Master Yiyuan, Senior Stupid Monk!" Some people from the ancient martial arts world in the Western Regions saluted them one after another.

These two are so famous in the Western Regions that people regard them as gods. And Xiao Xinghua had heard of the reputation of the Yiyuan Patriarch before, but he didn't go up to see it. Because during the War of Resistance, Patriarch Yiyuan did not respond to the country's call to defend his family and country.

"Everyone, please stand up!" Patriarch Yiyuan raised his hand to everyone with a smile on his face, showing the demeanor of a master.

"It's fine for you to pay homage to Yiyuan Patriarch, and you don't need to pay homage to me, the monk." The monk said with a smile, showing a foolish look. He is about forty years old this year, while Patriarch Yiyuan is one hundred and twenty years old.

Xiao Fei's expression froze, he is now the leader of the martial arts alliance. And those people from the Western Regions don't pay homage to themselves, but go to him first? It seems that the two of them have too much influence in the ancient martial arts world.

"Great monk, both of us have arrived, and that god-walking slave is actually one step behind us?" Patriarch Yiyuan chuckled and asked the silly monk.

"It's probably his first visit to a big city, and everything he sees feels fresh, so he forgot where he played." The monk said, "Oh, if we cultivators can't stop the prosperity of the world, everything will be lost." It will be illusory. It is a pity that it cannot be cultivated to a positive result!"

The two of them didn't pay homage to Xiao Fei at the beginning, but now they talk about their own topics like no one else, and they seem to not take Xiao Fei, the leader of the alliance, seriously at all.

Xiao Fei's expression froze, these people also belonged to China's ancient martial arts world. The leader of the martial arts alliance is also their boss, but they are so unconcerned? That Godly Slave hasn't even showed up yet because of his playfulness! ?

However, almost all ancient warriors felt that it was only natural for them to do so. Because there are old antiques like Yiyuan Patriarch Hanseng with terrifying strength. It seems that he has already transcended the vulgarity, and is no longer under the jurisdiction of the worldly martial arts leader.

"It seems that I have to set a rule for them, otherwise, what prestige does this martial arts leader have?" Xiao Fei thought to himself.

And from the very beginning, Xiao Fei noticed that these two people had already come. They just used invisibility to hide in the dark, secretly observing Xiao Fei's words, deeds and strength.

They probably felt that Xiao Fei's strength was not enough to pose a threat to them, so they dared to act so boldly.

But Xiao Fei didn't get angry immediately, he smiled faintly in his heart, and watched them pretending to his heart's content.

"Whoosh!"

As soon as the silly monk finished speaking, a gust of wind blew in, making the clothes of all the ancient warriors rattle. A figure came to the square caught in the strong wind, braked with a "chiliu", and he stood firm.

"Patriarch Yiyuan, Great Monk, you two have come!" The dark-skinned Kunlun slave saw them at a glance and asked, "Am I late? Has the lord been chosen?"

"They have already chosen, and the leader is this young Xiao Fei." Patriarch Yiyuan pointed at Xiao Fei with a smile on his face, as if pointing at his own younger generation, and said, "Where did you go to play again? You're late for the meeting, hehe!"

"It's already been chosen!" Kunlun Nu scratched his head and said, "Then my trip was in vain?"

The three of them didn't meet Xiao Fei, the leader, when they appeared on the stage, and they didn't talk to Xiao Fei from the beginning to the end. It seems that they are high-ranking immortal cultivators, while Xiao Fei is just an ordinary person practicing ancient martial arts, one level lower than them.

"Hehehe!" Seeing Kunlun slave's bewildered expression, the other ancient warriors showed flattering smiles on their faces.

Xiao Fei's face was calm, while Tang Li and other people who loyally supported Xiao Fei. But he was slightly unhappy in his heart, feeling aggrieved for Xiao Fei: If the problems of these three people were not resolved, Fei Shao, the leader of the martial arts alliance, would be suppressed by them all the time.

"By the way, Senior Yiyuan Patriarch. You just said that leader Xiao used the technique of flying swords to kill the Taoist Tianxin just now?" Zhao Kuntian, the head of the Qiankun sect in the ancient martial arts circle of the Western Regions, asked with a straight face.

For people like Patriarch Yiyuan and Han Monk who can't see the beginning and the end, of course he has to try his best to curry favor. In Zhao Kun's heart, a fairy-like figure must have a higher status than Xiao Fei, the leader of the alliance.

Although he flattered these three people, he did not deny that Xiao Fei was the leader of the martial arts alliance.

"That's right, that's exactly the technique of flying sword." Patriarch Yiyuan said, with a tone of pointing Jiangshan to guide the younger generation: "Those who can use the technique of flying sword have surpassed the master in strength and reached a higher level."

"Beyond the Grandmaster!?" The crowd was shocked! Grandmaster is already amazing, but Xiao Fei surpassed Grandmaster!

"How did he do it at such a young age? Isn't this a monstrous genius?"

"Young Master Fei, he is indeed stronger than Grandmaster!" Xiao Xinghua, Tang Li and the others thought to themselves. They have been in contact with Xiao Fei for the longest time, and they have long known that some of Xiao Fei's strength is above that of the master.

No one in the room doubted the words of a fairy-like figure like Patriarch Yiyuan. At this time, they all thought that Xiao Fei's 'true' cultivation had just surpassed the level of the master.

Reach a higher level? Xiao Fei secretly thought it was funny, probably, this one-yuan patriarch didn't even know the innate realm. Still a higher level?

In China's world of cultivating immortals, because there is too much information left over, most people don't know the specific situation of cultivating immortals. Everyone thinks that practicing qi is cultivating immortals, but they don't know that if they want to practice qi, they must also make their bodies innate.