The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

The Holy Land of Ten Thousand Zongs.

This is an ancient sacred land that governs all the major sects of China. If a five-star power tries to promote the sacred land, it will be led by the Ten Thousand Sacred Lands and comprehensively evaluated.

"Holy Son, are you really going out alone?"

A quasi-sage stood beside Feng Chuan and asked with concern.

Since Feng Chuan was promoted to Heavenly Emperor and his combat power reached the top Heavenly Emperor level, he was named the Saint Child of Ten Thousand Sacred Land by the Holy Lord.

He is no weaker than Xiao Cangtian, Wu Xuan and others.

"I am already a top emperor, and I have grown up completely. It's time to go out to practice and build my own power by the way. Isn't this also the Holy Master's account of this?"

Feng Chuan asked rhetorically.

He wanted to deal with Ye Feng.

In this case, it is natural that one person acts best.

As for the creation of his own power, this was confessed by the Holy Master of Ten Thousand Sacred Land, and it was a test for Feng Chuan.

Every holy lord, in his youth, will go to the outside world to create his own power.

When he becomes the Holy Lord, he will integrate this force into the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land and become a force to strengthen the Holy Land.

Relying on this, Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land can continue to grow.

The quasi-sage elder knew this, so he said:

"Then, please take care of your safety on the road. If anyone dares to offend you, please call me."

"Yeah." Feng Chuan nodded slightly.

...

sky.

Feng Chuan flew alone, feeling depressed.

He is the son of the Chosen, with the power of ancient heroic spirits, he reached this state at a young age, and is a strong competitor of the son of the destiny.

"How should I kill Ye Feng?"

Feng Chuan was daydreaming again.

He heard that Ye Feng had become a holy body, which was very terrifying.

In this case, even if Ye Feng stood in place and let him kill, he couldn't move anything.

even……

Even Ye Feng's vellus could not move.

Instead, Ye Feng's hair fell off and he could easily be cut in half.

Thinking of this, Feng Chuan felt very painful.

"What kind of **** luck did Ye Feng have, so strong, do I really have a chance?"

Feng Chuan was lost in thought.

He kept tearing apart the void and flying to the south. At the same time, he kept thinking about ways to replace Ye Feng and become the Son of Destiny.

"Ye Feng must die!"

"But I can't kill him."

"He is the Son of Destiny, and the major forces in China shouldn't attack him either."

"If you want to kill him, you can only rely on external forces."

"So... join the Celestial Clan?"

Feng Chuan looked towards the sky, his eyes seemed to penetrate the void, and he stared at the Queen of Heaven in the Hanging Mountain.

"hiss!"

Feng Chuan was suddenly excited.

"How can I have such a crazy idea?"

"The Celestial Clan of Xuankong Mountain is an extraterritorial evil demon, how can I go with them?"

Feng Chuan did not expect that he would be so crazy.

If others knew that he was colluding with the heavenly clan of Xuankong Mountain, wouldn't it be the world chasing him down?

"Hey, where is this?"

Feng Chuan only cared about thinking, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had come to the southern part of the Shenzhou Continent.

"This place seems to be... the Thirteen States of Nanyun?"

He looked around and found this little corner based on the map of the mainland of China.

"I actually came to a place only tens of thousands of miles away from the Misty Sect. However, Ye Feng doesn't know me. I pretended to pass by, and there should be nothing wrong with me."

Feng Chuan secretly said.

Suddenly, he had a sense of touch, looked at a certain place underground, and quickly flew over.

...

Tianji Pavilion.

The paper fan master sits in the seat of the pavilion master, with Zhu Yongfu, Xiao Fangu, and Dong Yuandong standing beside him.

So far, Tianji Pavilion is still the four of them.

"This **** Ye Feng!"

"He knows that I am here, but he deliberately does not kill or pursue it. This is ignoring the pavilion master and an insult to me!"

The son of the paper fan was very angry.

He didn't know that the ancestral land of the Prophet was cold.

And he is already the only seedling of the prophets.

"Interesting! It seems that you also hate Ye Feng."

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded.

Tianji Pavilion F4 were all taken aback and looked around, but did not see anyone at the scene.

"Who...who is pretending to be there?"

The son of paper fan scolded.

Snapped!

A slap fell from the sky and slapped the young man with a paper fan flying out. His left cheek was swollen high, the hair sleeves were all dropped, revealing a bright bald head.

"Yo, interesting!"

Looking at the bald head of the paper fan son, Feng Chuan revealed his true body, and the top Emperor's coercion swept out, suppressing the four people present.

"Heaven...The Emperor of Heaven!"

Tianji Pavilion F4 was frightened silly.

"You can see the cultivation level of this son, you guys have a good vision, are you interested in becoming a subordinate of this son?" Feng Chuan asked with a smile.

The four sons of the paper fan were stunned.

Did we hear that right?

The top emperor tried to take the Tianji Pavilion?

This is great!

In this way, Tianji Pavilion has a backing.

Thinking of this, the Master Paper Fan immediately knelt down and said, "The subordinate is the prophet of the Tianji Pavilion Master Paper Fan, and he is willing to lead the entire Tianji Pavilion as a subordinate of the Saint Son."

"Prophet?" Feng Chuan raised an eyebrow, "Are you from the prophet family?"

"Yes...Yes!" The paper fan master was scared.

Feng Chuan's eyes condensed, and he stretched out his hand, pressing the shoulder of the young man with a paper fan, and using the power of ancient heroes to continue deducing.

Then, he determined the identity of the paper fan son.

"Did you know that some time ago, the big starry sky clans, including the prophet clan, attacked China and were all cut off by Ye Feng with a single hair?" Feng Chuan asked.

"what?!"

Hearing this, the paper fan son was dumbfounded.

Ye Feng cut the Starry Sky Strong Race with a single hair?

No way? No way!

The son of the paper fan was full of disbelief.

"That's the truth." Feng Chuan sneered, "Could it be that you are all hiding under the ground and don't know what happened?"

The son of the paper fan stagnated.

Recently, in order to protect themselves, they have indeed been hiding underground. They dare not go out and naturally do not understand outside news.

Now, hearing that Ye Feng had cut countless powerful men with just one strand of hair, they were all extremely shocked.

"Ye Feng has become a saint in his flesh. As for the cultivation base, he has just broken through the third rank quasi saint, which is very powerful."

Feng Chuan said.

It is said that the Tianji Pavilion F4 is even more shocking~www.readwn.com~ From today onwards, Ben Shengzi is the new pavilion master of Tianji Pavilion, and you... just be the deputy pavilion master. "Feng Chuan pointed to the nose of the paper fan son, and said leisurely, "By the way, introduce myself, I am the holy son of Wanzong Holy Land, Feng Chuan!" "

"what?"

The son of the paper fan was dumbfounded.

Why!

Can't you let me continue to be the master of the pavilion?

He was very dissatisfied.

Zhu Yongfu on the side was very happy.

"Hey, Master Paper Fan has taken the position of Pavilion Master from me, and now, Shengzi has taken the position of Pavilion Master from Master Paper Fan, which is also a retribution."

"As the saying goes, the iron-struck Tianji Pavilion, the pavilion owner of Flowing Water, should be the reason."

Seeing the suffocated expression of Young Master Paper Fan, Zhu Yongfu was amused in his heart.