Myriad Dao Sword Venerable

The first seven hundred and seventy-seventh chapter undercurrent
When I heard the old man’s words, Lu Yan faintly smiled and said: “If it is only this, he certainly is not enough to enter my sight.”
“Oh?”
Cangyan old man looks at him.
“If I said that he is from the eighth domain, and that he is still less than five years old?”
Lu Hao suddenly faintly said.
The voice fell, immediately between, the pale old man’s face suddenly condensed, the eyes showed amazement.
“What do you say? He is not the creature of our domain, but the eighth domain behind it?”
“And, his age is still less than 5,000 years old? Less than 5,000 years old, cultivation time is so short, even with such strength, even months, is not his opponent?”
“How can this be?”
“Even in the past, the gods of the gods can’t be so amazing! Not to mention, he still comes from the backward eighth domain!”
The old man of Cangyan felt a little unbelievable and had some doubts about Lu Yan’s words.
Lu Hao lightly smiled, mysterious said: “Yeah, I am also very curious, how exactly he did it, and what secrets he has.”
The old man of Cangyan flashed his eyes: “You plan to…”
Lu Yan looked at him, lightly said with a smile: “Well, although he is really mysterious and outstanding, but my ninth domain genius is also a lot, even if the innate talent is not as good as his monster, but it has withstood the years The precipitation, whether he can go to the end, it is not easy to say now, but if he can really stand out under such circumstances, then he is the best choice!”
Having said that, Lu Yi’s eyes are slightly narrowed, and a bright glow shot in the eye, a powerful imposing manner, rushes to the sky.
Cang Yan old man did not say much, just slightly frowning, looked at Lu Yan, once again glanced at the silhouette of Yan Changfeng in front of the picture, then turned into a blue smoke, disappeared.
Lu Yan stared at Yan Changfeng in the picture, corner of the mouth slightly raise: “I hope you, don’t let me down…”
He muttered in a deep sense, then waved his hand and the picture in front of him disappeared immediately.
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The month went to the East Luoyu True Magic Academy, the assassination of Yan Changfeng failed, and the news of the death of Yan Changfeng was now spread.
This news, in the entire Xiling, has set off an uproar.
The Yellow Springs Temple is not the world’s two genius, the month, actually lost the life of the Magic Academy, died in the hands of Yan Changfeng!
The news was too hot, too shocking, and unexpected to everyone, everyone felt incredible.
Such a shocking genius will actually fall in the hands of a rising star!
This news, like a boulder, from ten thousand zhang high, smashed on the calm lake, stirred up thousands of waves!
Everyone, when they first heard the news, they were all stunned. It was a rumor and not true.
However, as the news spreads more and more, and the Yellow Springs Hall does not have any rumor.
People finally have to choose to believe.
The so-called windless waves.
According to the prestige of the month, if this matter is not true, who dares to pass such a rumor? Broken month’s prestige, not afraid of monthly revenge?
By the means of assassination of the month, no one is not afraid of two points, who dares to make his rumors?
“is this real?”
“It’s incredible! Month, it will die in the hands of that Feng Wuchen, is that Feng Wuchen so strong?”
“After consecutive months, the assassination failed. Is this Feng Wuchen sacred? He is just a rising star. It is just a short time, and he is so famous. Is he really strong enough to hide with all the people? Isn’t the world’s character shouldered?”
Everyone is shocked and unbelievable.
“He shouldn’t have been born out of a genius that was hidden by snow?”
Even someone has issued such a question.
Moreover, this statement was quickly spread, and it was recognized by many souls!
“He came from the Red Spirit Race, is it the existence of the Steve Race last years?”
“The moon is falling in his hands, except for those genius in the snow, who else can do it in the world?”
For a time, the whole Xiling screamed and talked about it all over the place.
The fall in the hands of Yan Changfeng caused a huge wave and vibration of the tsunami. At the same time, many people began to talk about the true identity of Yan Changfeng. It is generally believed that Yan Changfeng is the peer genius of the Stein Race.
Although it is not the case that the Red Spirit Race stands up in time, it is still difficult to dispel the suspicions of the world.
This made the Red Spirit Race completely rushed to the face. Is this going to be the back of the Feng Wuchen?
“Who is this Feng Wuchen? Is my family planning the grave of his ancestor’s eighteen generations? Why did he smash the scorpion, but let me red the Spirit Race for him?”
A group of high-rise faces in the Red Spirit Race all turned into pig liver color. No matter how they explained, the world insisted that Feng Wuchen was the genius hidden by Snow in his Red Spirit Race.
Each Great Emperor family.
The month of assassination of Yan Changfeng, but the news of the death in the hands of Yan Changfeng spread, the most shocking is the Great Emperor.
In particular, the Huang Guizu, the Yuehua, and so on, have secretly invited the Great Emperor of the Yellow Springs and A Naomen.
After learning the news, it was completely shocked.
Originally in their view, there was a month to personally take shots, Yan Changfeng must die without a doubt, but did not expect that the end turned out to be such a result.
The month of the Yellow Springs Temple is not the opponent of Yan Changfeng!
I died in the hands of Yan Changfeng!
“How could this be?”
“How can this Feng Wuchen’s strength be so strong?”
The top leaders of all ethnic groups are shocked and some are unbelievable.
“Damn! I have lost my hand for months. Is it really like the rumor, this Feng Wuchen, which is the genius that is hidden by the snow? Or why is it so powerful?”
There are emperors cursing and feeling troublesome.
Originally, they felt that Yan Changfeng was just a good injun talent that’s all that they dared to fight against their respective families. It was simply courting death, and it was easy to crush it.
Unexpectedly, Yan Changfeng’s strength was so strong, and the Yellow Springs Hall and A Naomen Gate were frequently frustrated.
First, Alaiye defeated Yan Changfeng’s hand and lost his life to kill the sword. This time, Divine Soul was destroyed.
“It seems that we have been too small to look at this Feng Wuchen, and have lost their hands for months. In the younger generation, perhaps only the genius of the snow can only suppress him.”
“In this world, the real magic academies of all places have been established. Now, they have been completely implemented. Perhaps it is supposed to make him born…”
A group of high-level businessmen of the wild ghosts negotiated.
Because of the fall of the month, because of the strong domineering that Yan Changfeng showed, and the horrible strength, Xiling began to flow undercurrent.