Chapter 3843

Although at the moment Duan Qingyun appeared, they had tried their best to urge Shengqi to get ready, but this time Duan Qingyun started too fast, and without any reservation, several people could not lift Shengqi to the extreme.

Of course, even if the Holy Spirit is condensed to the extreme, the meaning is not too great. The strength of the other side is too strong, and they are so resolute that they don't even have the chance to escape.

Don't mention them. Facing Duan Qingyun, who is so strong, is that Weng Yuanming and others have no way to escape. In a flash, several people were pale.

After all, Duan Qingyun is not the eldest grandson of luocang, and this is not the place to ride yundabi. His strength is stronger than that of his eldest grandson luocang. There is no Chang Aotian and other people nearby. He has no fear at all.

Night cloud silent left hand, pressed chest again.

Gu Fenghua's eyes were filled with anxiety when he saw his action. Even if he released the mysterious power in his blood, it would be difficult for him to block Duan Qingyun's inevitable attack. Even if he blocked it, there would still be endless troubles.

"Weng Yuanming, the younger generation, learned from Chu Zhenyuan and asked for mercy." Just then, Weng Yuanming suddenly called out. The voice trembled, awed and terrified.

"Chu Zhenyuan?" Duan Qingyun was slightly stunned and stopped taking half of his hand shadow.

So full hand, but can send and receive from the heart, even if you make, I'm afraid not everyone can do it. Duan Qingyun is much younger than his eldest grandson luocang, but his reputation is superior to that of his eldest grandson luocang. It is true.

"Are you a disciple of Chu Zhenyuan?" Duan Qingyun looks at Weng Yuanming as if he is recalling something.

"I'm Chu Zhenyuan's close disciple. More than a thousand years ago, your envoy went to qixiafeng to discuss with his master. I cooked tea and served. But at that time, I was too young to be seen by you. I'm afraid you don't have any impression." Weng Yuanming respectfully said that the cold sweat on his forehead was still brushing straight, a look of fear.

"Oh, it turned out to be you. I remember you were only 11 or 12 years old at that time. You could not achieve the goal of Xuansheng, but now you are in the realm of emperor Sheng." Duan Qingyun finally has a little impression, said with emotion.

What Weng Yuanming said is that Chu Zhenyuan is a casual practitioner, a lifelong hermit, who does not care about the world, so his reputation is not obvious, but his talent is extremely outstanding, and he has a unique view on the way of cultivation. A thousand years ago, Duan Qingyun went out to travel and met with him. He was interested in his opinions. He was invited to Qixia peak for a few days, which was also a kind of friendship.

Duan Qingyun carefully recalled that there was a young disciple serving tea and water at that time, but as him, it was not easy to attach such importance to Yijie sanxiu. How could he care about a mere tea boy? Weng Yuanming did not say that he would never remember the existence of such a person.

"Yes, I was just promoted to Xuansheng at that time. It was thanks to the instruction of my predecessor that I was able to achieve today's accomplishments." Weng Yuanming was relieved at last. He said gratefully and bowed to Duan Qingyun.

"I didn't teach you anything. If you can achieve today's accomplishments, you are very intelligent. Don't thank me." Duan Qingyun said don't thank me, but he accepted Weng Yuanming's gift calmly.

On that day, he sat down with Chu Zhenyuan and talked. This disciple was waiting on him. Of course, he listened to every word they said. He benefited more or less from his accomplishments today.

"How is your master?" When Weng Yuanming straightens up, Duan Qingyun asks with a smile.

After just a few days of chatting with people from all over the world, Duan Qingyun cultivated a strong man of the fourth grade of emperor and saint. Duan Qingyun was a little complacent and liked Weng Yuanming.