When everyone heard this, they all looked in the direction of the mountain behind.

Many people showed doubts, but only Yu Ruyi and Nie Xuantong knew that Jiang Feng was comprehending the true meaning of martial arts there.

At this time, Nie Xuantong kept shouting in her heart: "Mr. Jiang, I hope this is your release."

However, what disappointed everyone was that after the true meaning of martial arts erupted, it disappeared again.

Jiang Feng, who was in seclusion in the cave at the back of Fenshui Pavilion, was currently surrounded by seven-colored Qi.

The true meaning of martial arts just now was the true energy in Jiang Feng's body, and his appearance changed from red to colorful.

Jiang Feng noticed something strange in his body, but he sighed in his heart, it was always just one step away.

Could it be that the legend about the Holy Realm in the martial arts world is actually true?

It is because the earth's environment has been severely damaged in today's martial arts world, resulting in a lack of spiritual energy on the earth.

It becomes extremely difficult for warriors to advance to the Holy Realm.

Thinking of this, Jiang Feng closed his eyes and took out a small medicine bottle from his arms, poured three Guiyuan Pills into it, put it in his mouth and continued to pound it.

In the main hall, everyone was overwhelmed by the aura of the masked old man and could not lift their heads.

Yan Zhixing felt a little tired and asked Uncle Six, "Uncle Six should think of a way!"

"It's useless. He doesn't seem to be from hell. The methods to restrain hell have no effect on him at all."

Uncle Liu was also suppressed to death by the fierce old man's aura.

"Surrender or die?" the masked old man said calmly.

At this time, in the main hall of Fenshui Pavilion, the disciples of Fenshui Pavilion, as well as the people of the Dragon Group, Yang Jinghong and Bai Wuqi, and everyone in Peach Blossom Valley were suppressed by the masked old man and could not move.

The masked old man was dressed in black, standing alone in the main hall with his hands behind his back.

With a look of contempt for the world, he looked around everyone, and finally stopped at Yu Ruyi.

"Can Fenshui Pavilion surrender?" the masked old man looked at Yu Ruyi with cold eyes and said.

"Absolutely! No! Surrender! Submit!" Yu Ruyi said word by word.

Liu Feichen also gritted his teeth and looked at the masked old man and said, "Unless I die!"

At this moment, Liu Feichen and Yu Ruyi looked at each other at the same time, with determination in their eyes.

However, when the masked old man saw the look in their eyes, he sneered: "In the face of absolute strength, any emotion is useless."

"Perhaps you think that you have fulfilled your loyalty to Fenshui Pavilion, but in my opinion, your behavior is simply ridiculous."

Then the masked old man said to the Eighteen Yanyun Cavalry behind him: "Control all the disciples of Fenshui Pavilion."

"Disciples from other sects will not move for the time being!"

After hearing the masked old man's words, the eighteen riders of Yanyun walked towards the disciples of Fenshui Pavilion.

Arriving in front of each disciple of Fenshui Pavilion, the members of Yanyun's Eighteenth Stage raised their hands to directly seal these people's acupuncture points.

After the disciples of Fenshui Pavilion had their acupuncture points blocked by Yan Yun's Eighteen Cavalry, their skills disappeared in an instant, and they were immediately driven to the corner of the hall like lambs waiting to be slaughtered by Yan Yun's Eighteen Cavalry.

When Yu Ruyi and Liu Feichen saw what was happening in front of them, their faces were full of grief and anger.

Yu Ruyi felt even more miserable. She had spent so much effort to invite many people to help, but she never expected that so many people would be suppressed by just one person from hell, unable to fight back.

Liu Feichen turned to Yu Ruyi and asked, "Junior sister, where is the sword master you found? Why didn't you see him take action?"

After hearing Liu Feichen's words, Yu Ruyi smiled bitterly. At this time, Jiang Feng was retreating in the back mountain.

Maybe Jiang Feng had good intentions and wanted to improve his martial arts before the people from hell arrived.

However, God is not as good as man. Who would have thought that people from hell would come to Fenshui Pavilion in advance.

Seeing Yu Ruyi's wry smile, Liu Feichen said angrily: "What's going on with this guy? If you don't want to help, why do you come to Fenshui Pavilion? Why do you avoid Fenshui Pavilion now that you've come to Fenshui Pavilion?"

No fight?"

Of course Yu Ruyi knew that Liu Feichen was angry, but at this time he couldn't tell about Jiang Feng's retreat in the back mountain. Otherwise, if the people in hell knew about it and disturbed Jiang Feng's retreat, they would really have no chance of making a comeback.

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Now Yu Ruyi can only pray that Jiang Feng can end the retreat before the people in hell kill Fenshui Pavilion.

Yanyun's Eighteenth Cavalry moved very quickly, and in less than ten minutes they had controlled all the Fenshui Pavilion disciples in the hall.

When the masked old man saw this, he turned to the remaining people and said coldly: "People who are not from Fenshui Pavilion should come down immediately. If anyone dares to have other thoughts, don't blame me for killing him!"

At this time, Uncle Six looked at the masked old man coldly and said, "Do you think you are the master of this world?"

"Isn't it?" The masked old man looked at Uncle Six indifferently and said, "The method you have mastered is ineffective on me. Do you think you can make any big waves?"

Uncle Liu had sweat on his forehead because he was suppressed by the masked old man, but he still said: "What if we don't leave?"

Hearing this, the masked old man sighed and said: "The people in hell always have principles in doing things. If you say only Fenshui Pavilion will be touched, then only Fenshui Pavilion will be touched."

After speaking, the masked old man turned to Yanyun Shibaqi and said: "Seal the other people's acupuncture points and let them relieve themselves in an hour."

After hearing the words of the masked old man, the Eighteenth Cavalry of Yanyun walked towards the people in the Fenshui Pavilion hall again.

At this moment, everyone's faces were full of grief and anger. These people were all famous in the martial arts world, but at this moment, they were suppressed by only one person.

In the huge hall, hundreds of people were easily eliminated by only twenty people from the other side.

For them, this is a lifetime of humiliation.

It also made them realize the true strength of hell.

Yan Zhixing was pushed by one of Yanyun's eighteen riders and gave him a dissatisfied look.

Yin and the 18th issue looked at Yan Zhixing coldly, but suddenly kicked Yan Zhixing and sent Yan Zhixing flying away.

After Yan Zhixing fell to the ground, he vomited blood.

"Zhixing!" Upon seeing this, Gong Tongwen hurriedly ran towards Yan Zhixing, completely ignoring the Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry next to her.

The masked old man glanced coldly at the Yanyun Eighteenth Cavalry.

After being stared at by the old man, the member of Yanyun's Eighteen Riders instantly felt that his back was soaked with cold sweat, and he hurriedly lowered his head and stopped moving.

At this time, Yang Zhenhai, who was in the courtyard room, said: "Is Mr. Jiang out of seclusion? Why is there such a strong momentum in the hall?"

"No, this stock actually does not belong to Mr. Jiang."
Chapter completed!