"Oh!" A sound of Jianming spread out at a very fast speed, and the sound of the ear-piercing sound of the blasting ears hurt.

Feng Chen's random sword slashed towards the lake not far ahead. Broken shovel opened up the world, depending on the void in front of him. The sword flickered towards the lake.

The majestic sword meaning contained in the broken sword body surface caused a great shock in the hearts of the Dean and Fan Lao.

The faces of the two changed, and what kind of sword it was, how could there be such an extremely heavy feeling. If they had not experienced it in the first place, they could hardly believe that the sword was issued by Feng Chen, a small The small ground fairy turned their lives into a threat.

This is terrible. To be exact, this sword is terrible.

"Boom ..." There was a loud noise, and the lake in front was blocked by Feng Chen with a sword.

The lake was cut in half by Feng Chen's sword, and even the river bed was cut in half by Feng Chen's sword, exposing a bottomless trench.

The rocks around the lake are flying, the sand is covering the sky, the lake water is gushing, a raging air wave erupts, spreads quickly like the after wave, and the surface is shaking violently. Standing unstable, exclaimed.

When the sand and dust covering the sun was blown away by the huge air waves, when the Dean and Fan Lao saw the scene in the middle of the ring, they were all staring at the air, which was a domineering sword. Simply incomprehensible.

At the center of the lake bed, the whole lake seemed to be divided into two halves by one sword. Even the current sinks directly into this bottomless gully.

What kind of power this sword is, it is no exaggeration to describe it with shocking words.

At the same time, the swords around the lake are also exaggerated, it is no exaggeration to say that if monks below the Mahayana period stand here, they will definitely be strangled directly by these sharp swords on the spot.

"It's still too weak ..." Feng Chen shook his head, shook his head, his expression slightly disappointed.

Fortunately, Feng Chen's words were not heard by the dean and Fan Lao, otherwise, the two would definitely be depressed and want to vomit blood.

Such a mighty sword is too weak in Feng Chen's eyes.

As everyone knows, in the impression of Feng Chen, the power of breaking off is much greater than this. At this moment, even the 1% of the power of breaking off has not been exerted. He knows that part of it is because His own strength is too weak, and the other part, the strength in the broken body has not reached a saturated state.

If these two points do not exist, not to mention anything else, Feng Chen can guarantee that he can split the whole Fengyue City in half with one sword.

Feng Chen slowly put away the sword, thought, and broke the sword into his sea of ​​knowledge, warmed up.

However, he slowly walked down from the void and saw the dean and Fan Lao staring at him stunned. Then he remembered that this place was not his own place, and a sword split his lake. Cheng Cheng didn't say anything, and he gave his ancestral sword to the Lord, his expression was extremely embarrassing.

If you want to surrender your ancestor sword yourself, this is definitely not possible. If you have to surrender your ancestor sword by yourself, it will be a big deal.

"Ahem, Dean, Fan Lao, what, I just ... I didn't mean it!" Feng Chen walked to the two of them, scratched his head, and had a wrongdoing on his face waiting to be punished Expression.

"No problem, no problem!"

But who knows, the dean waved his hands again and again, without any blame on his face. On the contrary, with an excited expression on his face, he sent Feng Feng a big bear hug.

"Uh ..." Feng Chen's brain flashed through the black line. What does Nima mean?

"What is it, Dust Wind, and this one is not going to make a mess with you? I wonder if you want to worship me as a teacher?"

The Dean was very excited at this moment, especially after Feng Chen successfully made Zu Jian recognize the Lord, he wished to immediately let Feng Chen kneel in front of himself, respectfully respect him for a cup of tea, and called himself a master!

"Yes, yes, as well as me, and me!" Fan Lao heard the dean say this, and an old fox was secretly cursed in his heart. At this moment, he also hurriedly said the truest thought in his heart.

What's more, Feng Chen wants to worship the teacher. First of all, he has to worship himself as a teacher. Anyway, he also used a special recruit quota.

"So what, dust wind, don't worry, I will not announce the admission of the public until you have grown up!" The dean glared at Fan Lao, and seemed to blame Fan Lao. You rob me What grabs.

Feng Chen heard it, and looked at the Dean and Fan Lao strangely with doubt on his face. These two old guys wanted to accept themselves as apprentices?

What are they trying to do?

The dean and Fan Lao both seemed calm, but their hearts beat fast, their hands clenched tightly, for fear that he might not agree.

You know, whether it is the dean or all the old, the status of the two is high, and one is the dean of the Taoist Academy. One is King Liupindan. If one of them wants to accept the apprentice, I don't know how many people have to respectfully kneel down and worship the teacher, and then hold the tea with both hands over his head and yell, one day for the teacher and his father.

But they offered to collect Feng Chen as an apprentice, but they were afraid that Feng Chen would not agree.

There is no way for this **** mother, **** it, this dusty talent qualification is too terrible, and with the help of the ancestor sword, their future achievements are unimaginable. To put it bluntly, whoever **** does not want to have such a Niubi disciples inherit their mantle.

"Ahem, what, Dustwind, being your apprentice is equivalent to the brother of all the disciples of the Taoist School, with countless privileges. Although you want to open up to me what cultivation resources you want, even if I have tried my best, I have to help you find it, what are you waiting for? "

Seeing Feng Chen frowning, the dean didn't know what he was thinking, he was anxious.

When Fan Lao heard the dean's words, his face was dull and his eyes turned, and he quickly expressed his loyalty to Feng Chen and said anxiously:

"Dust wind, the old one does not say anything else, just because of the title of the old King of Six Pindan, there is no one in Fengyue City who doesn't buy the old one. In the course of cultivation, there is enough elixir and the like. Pay you alchemy. "

"Fuck, what is this Fan Peng going to do?" The dean said in the heart of the dean, and then said again: "Dust, what, you are my apprentice, Lao Tzu will teach you the dean of the Dao!

"Dust wind, don't listen to this old and immortal Hu Hehe, the position of the dean is a burden. With your talent and qualifications, it would be useless to want the position of the dean. Why are you here?"