Supreme Medicinal God

When Yue Zhuoqun learned that Zhu Sanqiu was going to kill Ye Feng, he was shocked, and he was not Ye Feng's opponent. Then, wasn't Zhu Sanqiu going to die? He hurried over with Elder Wei and Lin Xiong.

With a sound of Jianyin, Yue Zhuoqun held the sword in his left hand, and pointed the blade pointedly at Ye Feng.

"Leave my apprentice."

Ye Feng looked at Yue Zhuoqun contemptuously, his voice revealing incomparable majesty: "The person who punches me, I will shatter the meridian in his hand, just like your apprentice, the fat man."

Zhu Sanbao held his right hand and his face was pale. He was the one who punched Ye Feng.

"The man who raised the sword to me, I will cut off his arms and feet, just like you."

The sword in Yue Zhuoqun's hand shivered for a while, and his right hand was cut off by Ye Feng just like yesterday. It still comes to mind from time to time. That is the pain in his life forever.

"Unfortunately, I have cut off your right hand, and you are still facing me with a sword in your left hand. Do you still want me to cut your left hand?"

There was fear in Yue Zhuoqun's eyes, and the left-handed sword dropped involuntarily. He dared not raise his sword to Ye Feng and cut off his right hand, only to know how precious his hand was. I was really afraid that Ye Feng would cut off his left hand again.

Seeing Yue Zhuoqun put down his sword, Ye Feng sneered: "This is good, otherwise I don't know what to do."

A loud sacred Buddha came: "Amitabha, Lord Sect, don't come unharmed."

Ye Feng’s eyes bypassed Yue Zhuoqun and their Taiyimen disciples, and they saw a group of shiny bald monks walking slowly. They thought they were Moon Sky Zen Masters in Jiangnan Temple. They only recognized the first fat old monk. It was Xuankong Temple who hosted Zen Master Zen.

The Taiyue Men Yue Zhuoqun is here, and the Master Zhikong of Xuankong Temple is also here. Needless to say, Ye Feng also knows that they are here for longevity.

"Hello Master Zhikong, Huashan is a farewell, it's been almost a year, you are still so fat."

Ye Feng was mocked for being a little fat, Master Zhikong was a little ashamed, and the monks were a little fat because they were too respectful.

"Amitabha, Shanya, Lord Ye is still so spiritual."

"What kind of wind do you all borrow, did you make an appointment today?"

"We are here to visit Jiangnan Temple. I listened to the younger brother Yuekong talking about Lord Sect's compassion, treating the sickness and saving people, removing the demon and defending the road, respectable and congratulatory. I thank you on behalf of the world."

Ye Feng murmured in his heart, what came to visit Jiangnan Temple, clearly came for the longevity world, he disdained: "The world is a matter of life, you do not need to apologize to me, Master Zhikong thought too much."

Swish, Ye Feng heard a few strong winds in the distance, and someone was hurriedly coming.

When I looked up, the four people were walking in a swift way, like the clouds and flowing water. They all wore blue robes, tall, short, fat, and different.

At the front is a middle-aged Taoist, with a white complexion, a strand of green whiskers fluttering in the wind, quite a bit of fairy wind bones, and behind him are three short and fat and thin old roads, which is the current master of the Qing Dynasty. , And the three elders who are chubby and thin.

Changfeng Daochang is the apprentice of Chongxu Dao. Since the death of Chongxu Dao on the top of Huashan Mountain, he became the head of the Qing Dynasty with the support of three short and thin elders. According to the three elders, Changfeng Daochang is the most qualified disciple to become the patriarch of the Qing Dynasty.

Changfeng Dao long salutes Ye Feng slightly: "Master Ye hasn't seen you for a long time."

The three short and thin elders looked at Ye Feng with a gloomy face. They also remembered the death of the apprentice Chongxu Dao, which was related to Ye Feng, but with their current skills, they couldn't find Ye Feng to take revenge.

Changfeng Daochang also greeted Yue Zhuoqun and Zhikong Zen Master. Zhikong Zen Master smiled and said to Changfeng Daochang Chang: "Huashan is a farewell, and it has been a year that the four major patriarchs have gathered here. It is so destiny."

Changfeng Daochang smiled and said: "The five major factions of the ancient martial arts have already arrived at the four factions, and they have sent Mr. Mo Da of Fang Cunshan."

Ye Feng shrugged: "Don't worry, Mr. Mo Da should be coming soon."

Yue Zhuoqun put the long sword back into the scabbard behind his shoulders and sneered: "Everyone, don't go around the bend, open the skylight to speak brightly, everyone is here for the longevity world."

Although Ye Feng hates Yue Zhuoqun's insidiousness, Yue Zhuoqun is sometimes very direct, unlike Master Zhikong's pretense.

Yue Zhuoqun pointed out everything, and the air became a little awkward. Master Zhikong Zen with his hands together: "Amitabha, the immortal world is about to open, but the virtuous person lives, and the poor monks dare not hope."

Changfeng Daochang also smiled lightly: "Yeah, our five factions are all people with iron plates in the longevity world. Whoever has the iron plates can have the opportunity to enter the longevity world. Without iron plates, don't think about it."

An old and vigorous voice sounded: "This Taoist is right, anyone who has an iron piece is eligible to enter the eternal life world, is it possible that the new Qingzong Sect Master Changfeng Dao."

Mr. Mo Da came with a smile, beside him was his favorite granddaughter, Mo Lingshan.

It's really the 18th National Women's Congress. Mo Lingshan swept the pigtails and the little girl's attire during the Huashan Ancient Martial Arts Competition last year. Instead, she wore a long-haired shawl and a light blue silk dress that outlined her slim and beautiful figure.

She was radiant, with a charming smile on her beautiful face, like a slim daffodil.

Her eyes have been stopped on Ye Feng, her fragrant red lips opened gently: "Brother Ye, how are you."

Ye Feng couldn't help but look at it twice. In fact, when Ye Feng was separated from Mo Lingshan in Bingxin Valley, Mo Lingshan's face emerged with a childish spirit, but today she is dressed like a girl just out of the boudoir, revealing the girl Only gentle and shy.

"Sister Lingshan, we haven't seen you in half a year, you are pretty."

Listening to Ye Feng boasting about her beauty, Mo Lingshan's face appeared a blush of blush, just like the rosy sky.

"Thank Brother Ye, Lingshan always misses you."

"Hey, I miss you too."

Mr. Mo coughed twice and reminded the granddaughter to hold back a little. There are so many people here. Don't tell the other person to think of him as soon as the boy's face, the girl must be reserved.

"Mr. Mo Da, hello."

"Little brother, don't come unharmed. I heard that your club won the game. Congratulations."

"Mr. Mo Da is well-informed, and I know that."

Yue Zhuoqun said with a sneer: "Of these five factions, Lord Sect Master Ye is the best at playing. He came to Jiangnan City early and started a basketball club. Not only did he become the boss, but he also prepared to enter the longevity world. Ye Zongzhu’s prophet has a lot of energy."

Ye Feng countered his lips and said: "Where, Taiyimen set up a southeast branch of Taiyimen in Jiangnan a few years ago. To say that the prophet is aware, it is Master Yue who has the best skills."

Yue Zhuoqun said disdainfully: "Xuankong Temple is not bad, and Master Zhikong is more diligent. A few decades ago, a Jiangnan Temple was built in the southeast. Isn't it all for the longevity world, everyone knows it well."