Chapter 1120

The elder who escorted Chen Yu back to Tianwuzong immediately refused when he heard that Chen Yu was leaving now.

Suzaku Tianchao has been cheated several times by Chen Yu, and now Chen Yu had an accident on the way back, and the responsibility fell on them again.

The elder naturally did not allow Chen Yu to mess around.

"Have you contacted Tianwuzong?"

the elder asked with a smile.

Chen Yu had a strange look on his face, he didn't know what the other party was going to say, but he was indeed in contact with the disciples of Tianwuzong, so he nodded, hoping that this would be the end of the matter.

"Hehe, then did the Tianwuzong play some tricks on you, causing you to have an accident midway, and then cheating Suzaku Tianchao for a fortune? You underestimate the old man too much."

The elder smiled dismissively.

"..."

Chen Yu wanted to say that the other party was thinking too much.

However, Chen Yu expressed deep sympathy for the elder's thoughts, and Suzaku Tianchao must have been frightened.

"How about it, I'm leaving now, if any accident happens, it will definitely not be blamed on Suzaku Tianchao."

Chen Yu said.

This made the elder a little taken aback, a little confused.

"What did you say?"

The elder showed surprise, as if he wanted to confirm it.

"I said that you let me go now, if any accident happens to the junior, it will definitely not be blamed on Suzaku Tianchao."

Chen Yu repeated.

call!

The elder suddenly waved his sleeve robe, the void trembled, and the transparent flame flickered, condensing into a red ball, floating on the elder's palm.

The surrounding scene and the sentence Chen Yu just repeated appeared in the red ball.

"Okay, you can go."

The elder smiled.

Obviously, just now he deliberately pretended not to hear clearly, let Chen Yu say it again, and at the same time used means to record the scene just now.

Suzaku Tianchao really hoped that Chen Yu would have an accident, but they didn't want to take the blame. Now that Chen Yu had made a promise, the elder naturally happily and decisively agreed.

Chen Yu was speechless at the elder's actions.

Without much care, he left the flying ship and flew in a certain direction.

In fact, his actions at the moment are still dangerous.

But when Chen Yu received the message for help just now, the mysterious heart also reacted at the same time, that's why Chen Yu left the protection of the Suzaku Saint Clan so affirmatively.

After leaving, he took out the communication token and asked the destination of the other party.

"Dead Soul Desert?"

After Chen Yu got the destination, he couldn't help becoming cautious.

This undead desert is a famous dangerous forbidden place in the territory of the human race.

...

In the dark and desolate desert, the black wind roared like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

The most common here is sand and mud, followed by bones.

And in a certain place in the desert, a strange black tree grew out of rare, bare, leafless and lifeless, but there were a few fruits hanging on the black branches.

The shape of the fruit is like a human head, and there are simple facial features on it, and the expression may be laughing or cursing.

There are seven people under the black tree, from two parties.

"Everyone in Frost Palace, how about sharing these 'Human Soul Fruits' equally?"

One of the men said.

This person is tall and imposing, with bright eyes and a strong aura.

Behind him, there was a man and a woman. Among them, the handsome man with short dark purple hair was Lin Tianfeng.

The clothes on these three people are all the clothes of the disciples of Tianwu Sect.

Opposite the burly man, there were four people in total. Among them, the head of the man was thin, with a slightly cold face, and a pair of black eyes exuding ice-coldness.

When facing the thin man, the three disciples of Tianwuzong couldn't help feeling a little bit of pressure.

"The ghost refers to 'Yan Su'!"

"Although this person comes from the Frost Palace of the Eight Great Emperor Sects, his current reputation even exceeds that of many outstanding disciples of the Shenzong."

Lin Tianfeng communicated with another female disciple via sound transmission.

"I don't know who is stronger and who is weaker, senior brother Pan or this ghost finger Yan Su."

The Senior Brother Pan they were talking about was the burly man in front of him, "Pan Peng", who was ranked thirty-second in the Tianwu Sect's Tianwu List.

"The human soul fruit here, we have been eyeing it for a long time, and we also killed the enemies guarding nearby. Why should we divide it into half?"

The thin man "Yan Su" sneered.

"Oh? So you want to make an enemy of Tianwuzong?"

The burly man "Pan Peng" frowned, exuding a powerful aura from his whole body.

"Haha, Your Excellency is joking, even if Yan crippled the three of you today, would Tian Wuzong take action against me because of this?"

Yan Su laughed out loud.

It's just a competition among disciples, as long as there is no death, Tianwuzong will not intervene.

"Forget it, Yan will give you a chance. If any of you can survive twenty moves in my hands, this 'Human Soul Fruit' will be divided into half of you, how about it?"

With a slight smile on the corner of Yan's mouth, he said.

"Twenty strokes!"

Hearing these words, Pan Peng couldn't help staring angrily.

Among the three on their side, he is the only one who is a four-star and a half king. The strength of the other two is much weaker, so he must be the one who will fight.

Knowing this, Yan Su arrogantly proposed a twenty-stroke challenge, obviously looking down on him.

"Okay, I'll meet you for a while!"

Pan Peng rushed into the sky with orange air flowing all over his body.

The rest retreated to make room for Pan Peng and Yan Su to fight.

"Looking at the way the ghost is pointing at Yan Su, he seems to be full of confidence. Once Senior Brother Pan is defeated, we will get nothing."

"And in terms of the total strength of our two teams, the Frost Palace is stronger."

Lin Tianfeng couldn't help sighing.

Boom!

The battle was on the verge of breaking out. Pan Peng, the 32nd in the Tianwu Ranking, fought against Yan Su, the genius ghost finger of the Frost Palace.

Pan Peng held a huge axe, and swung a huge and frantic orange light. This blow made the surrounding colors change, and the wind gushed violently.

On the opposite side, a black dagger appeared in front of Yan Su, releasing thousands of dark and cold sword shadows, stabbing out simply and directly.

Ding bang! Puffy!

The first trick, the second trick, and the third trick, Yan Su and Pan Peng were on par.

"This is the strength of thirty-two in the Tianwu list?"

Lin Tianfeng observed Pan Peng.

He is now a four-star king in cultivation, ranked seventy-three in the Tianwu list, and he is eager to climb to a higher ranking.

Pan Peng's cultivation was only a little higher than his, but Lin Tianfeng was shocked by the strength he showed at this moment.

For at least five years, I am not qualified to challenge Pan Peng.

Lin Tianfeng couldn't help clenching his fists, feeling unwilling in his heart.

Qin Wentian, who joined the Tianwu Sect in the same class as him, is now the thirty-fourth strongest in the Tianwu Ranking, and the gap between himself and the other party is too great.

Suddenly, Lin Tianfeng thought of a person and couldn't help but feel heavy.

That person was Chen Yu, whose performance in the new disciple assessment surpassed Qin Wentian's. Afterwards, he continued to shine in the Tianwu Sect, and even wanted to replace Qin Wentian's title as the world's arrogant.

"Unfortunately, you are dead."

Lin Tianfeng sighed lowly, without regret, but with a touch of joy.

After all, Lin Tianfeng had been hit by Chen Yu countless times, leaving a shadow in his heart, and he felt that he was about to come out of the shadow.

"Senior Brother Lin, Brother Pan is about to lose."

The female disciple at the side suddenly shouted.

Lin Tianfeng stared away, only to see that Pan Peng had indeed fallen into a disadvantage, and it was only the tenth move at present.

Can Pan Peng survive twenty strokes?

Eleven tricks, twelve tricks!

Pan Peng's forehead was full of cold sweat, and he was extremely surprised. As a genius of Tianwuzong, he would be compared by a disciple of the Eight Great Emperorzong. This is a great shame.

"War Soul Breaking Sky Slash!"

Pan Peng shouted loudly, his whole body was covered with brilliant orange light, and his fighting spirit surged up.

The giant ax in his hand flew into the sky, multiplied in size, and slashed at Yan Su with a thrilling brilliance.

"As expected of a disciple of Tianwu Sect, there are two tricks."

Yan Su said flatly, he waved his hand, and under his control, the pitch-black dagger flew into the sky to meet Pan Peng's blow.

Boom!

The sky exploded with a loud noise, shocking all directions.

Suddenly, a frightening orange light ax shadow rushed out of it, slashing towards Yan Su.

Peng!

During the explosion, Yan Su's figure flew backwards.

"Hmph, you underestimate me."

Pan Peng sneered.

"Yeah?"

Yan Su's voice came out, and with a wave of his finger, the huge black sword glow pierced.

"Are you okay?"

Pan Peng looked at Yan Su, extremely surprised.

As a bystander, Lin Tianfeng could see more clearly that Yan Su was not blown away by Pan Peng's blow, but flew back in time dangerously, but was slightly affected and suffered some minor injuries.

call out!

Yan Su's sword was stronger than before, exuding an astonishingly cold air, and killed Pan Peng.

Pan Peng was injured and flew back.

Yan Su pressed on step by step, as if he had changed into a different person, his kendo attacks were fierce and sharp.

Three sword strikes in a row caused three wounds on Pan Peng's body, and the last wound injured his viscera, causing Pan Peng to be severely injured and defeated.

"I lost!"

Pan Peng's face was blank and he was hit.

"Hehe, if you win, half of the human souls will be divided between you. Unfortunately, if you lose, I'll cut off a leg from each of you, isn't it too much?"

Yan Su's sneer came out.

"What?"

The three of Pan Peng were shocked.

call out!

A gloomy black lightsaber is here, and the chill is piercing, attacking.

puff!

Pan Peng didn't expect that Yan Su would strike suddenly, blood splashed, one leg was cut off, and he screamed in pain.

Lin Tianfeng and another female disciple couldn't help being terrified. They had heard of Yan Su's cruel methods, but they didn't expect to treat Tianwuzong disciples so viciously.

"Next you two."

Yan Su didn't even bat an eyelid, and the black sword flew out.

Lin Tianfeng's hairs stood on end, feeling that the sword was aimed at him.

But suddenly, a white light surged in the distance, appeared in front of the black sword, and blocked it.

"It's support."

The woman next to him yelled.

She was timid, and just now she found a disciple of Tianwuzong nearby, so she sent a message asking for help.

Lin Tianfeng breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had walked through the gate of hell.

who is it? Which senior brother of Tianwuzong saved him? He must repay this person well!

So he swept away his spiritual consciousness.

Lin Tianfeng was stunned as if struck by lightning.

"Chen Yu! Why...is it you?"

His spiritual sense saw Chen Yu's face!

Damn it, didn't Chen Yu die in the Yaozu territory?

Is Chen Yu who appeared in front of him a human or a ghost?

As for the feeling of repayment that was moved to tears just now, Lin Tianfeng had long since left it behind.

"...Aren't you... dead?"

Lin Tianfeng finished speaking intermittently.

"Lin Tianfeng, is this your attitude when talking to your benefactor?"

Chen Yu glanced at Lin Tianfeng and asked back.