I was forced to control the world of cultivating immortals

"Wh...what!"

"It turns out that Jian Chi was cut off with both arms by that expert of the noble sect?"

At this moment, Shen Liuli seemed to be living in a dream, and she couldn't believe it was real.

After all, someone has lived from ancient times to the present. Who would believe such an incredible thing?

But through Tang Yingruo's narration, Shen Liuli also suddenly realized that this expert, with a sword of light and cold fourteen states, is as powerful as a sword fairy, if he hadn't lived from ancient times to the present, he would never have lived There will be such a strong strength.

"Then...then I can meet this expert senior, can I ask for advice?"

After learning about this, Shen Liuli had a whim and wanted to meet that expert.

"Ugh!"

Tang Yingruo smiled wryly and shook her head, "I'm ashamed to say that although I'm the master of a sect, I haven't even seen the real face of this expert until now. People can't see the truth."

Seeing Tang Yingruo's helplessness, Shen Liuli immediately understood.

Even Tang Yingruo couldn't see it, which showed that the expert couldn't meet him casually, at least he wasn't qualified.

"Hahaha."

At this time, a hearty laugh suddenly came from not far away.

"Senior sister, I really want to meet that expert."

Hearing this voice, everyone present hurriedly looked up.

With a glance, Ye Nan was wearing a white dress, with long hair swaying back and forth with the breeze, coming floatingly.

Tang Yingruo smiled.

If the younger brother could meet that expert, then his strength would definitely skyrocket.

It seems that I have to find an opportunity to let that expert give some advice to my junior.

Thinking of this, Tang Yingruo nodded and said, "Junior Brother, if I am lucky enough to meet that expert next time, I will definitely drag you to see him."

"At that time, you must seize the opportunity and ask the senior to give you good advice."

Hearing this, Ye Nan also laughed.

But his smile was a very unkind one.

……

At the same time, Qing Yunzong.

This place is at the southernmost tip of the Eastern Desolation, on a high mountain.

Looking around, I saw the majestic mountain gate, deep into the clouds, surrounded by misty white clouds, it seems that the clouds can be plucked by hand.

There are many pavilions and pavilions on the mountain, and there are more than ten thousand disciples, all of whom are excited.

At this time, it was past noon, and the Sword Discussion Conference was about to begin.

On a huge golden platform, hundreds of young men were slowly preparing to strike with terrifying sword fluctuations.

They are all second-in-commands from nearby sects, and their cultivation bases are profound and mighty.

Many of them were geniuses who were invited to participate in the Sword Discussion Conference.

In the very center of the golden platform, there is a person with a face like a jujube and a dignified appearance. It is the host of this conference - Feng Qingxiao.

But at this time, he was looking left and right, looking anxious.

"Senior Feng, an order was sent from Tianmen Hall yesterday to let our ancestors come out and rush to besiege Yi Jianzong."

"But we couldn't make it because of the Sword Discussion Conference. Will we suffer their revenge in the future?"

Pang Qingyun, the patriarch of Qingyun Sect, asked in a trembling voice.

heard.

Feng Qingxiao smiled lightly, and comforted him: "Don't worry, the Eastern Wilderness in the future may not have the name Tianmen Temple."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone present was taken aback for a moment, and then gasped!
"what!"

"Senior Feng, why did you say that?"

"What the hell is going on here? Could it be that Tianmen Palace can't beat Yi Jianzong?"

Many strong people present speculated one after another, and at the same time secretly thought that this is impossible!
Tianmen Hall is now leading all the sects that can be ranked in Donghuang, and they have tried their best, how can they not kill a little Yijianzong?
This is not in line with common sense, right?
Seeing so many people showing unbelievable expressions, Feng Qingxiao smiled and said nothing.

He naturally knew the inside story of this matter.

From Feng Qingxiao's point of view, Brother Li had already greeted him yesterday, and he will come to participate in the Sword Discussion Conference after the Tianmen Palace matter is resolved.

Presumably when he slashed out with a sword, the ancestors of the countless sects in the Eastern Desolation and the Suzerain of the Fawang were all shocked and couldn't come back.

But now, when Li Yun hadn't arrived at the scene, Feng Qingxiao gradually became anxious.

The Sword Discussion Conference is about to start, and he hasn't come yet, could something be wrong?
laugh!
At this moment, a sound transmission suddenly came from the far east, resounding through the void.

The voice was extremely urgent, and the words were full of sorrow!

"Senior Feng, I am descending to Yan Nantian!"

"'My Heavenly Gate Hall and Yi Jianzong are inseparable, and now I am using the power of the Eastern Desolation to attack Yi Jianzong, but I didn't expect that I was cut off by the Yi Jianzong Protector Dharma King with a sword!"

"After this battle, my Tianmen Hall suffered heavy casualties, and none of the masters in the sect survived, and they fell apart!"

"If Senior Feng is willing to help, I am willing to show all my background in the sect and honor Senior Feng!"

"hiss!"

"hiss!"

"hiss!"

As soon as this sound transmission disappeared, the entire Qingyun Sect was in an uproar!
No one thought that what Feng Qingxiao said just now had become a fact!

"This...isn't it true?"

"The Heavenly Gate Hall, the number one force in the Eastern Desolation, was defeated by Yi Jianzong after ordering the entire Eastern Desolation to come out?"

"Even, Lord Yan is willing to pay such a high price to ask for support?"

"Then who is the protector king of Yi Jianzong, who can kill everyone with a single sword?"

The entire Qingyun Sect was a sensation.

They were either shocked, or frightened, or gasped, with unbelievable expressions on their faces!

The suzerain Pang Qingyun knew very well that if Yan Nantian came to participate in the Sword Discussion Conference, then no one else would be of any concern.

But is it that such a strong man was dealt with so miserably when facing the patriarch of Yi Jianzong that he didn't hesitate to lower his face and ask for reinforcements at such a high price?
All of a sudden, the faces of everyone in the Qingyun Sect changed drastically, their hands trembled violently like sifting chaff, and they were speechless in horror.

"Everyone... this Dharma king is so powerful, why don't we go and take a look first, maybe we can learn some sword power from his sword skills."

A second-in-command from a nearby sect suggested.

After the words fell, the other strong man thought for a while, and echoed in a low voice: "That's right, this person can push Palace Master Yan to such a situation, his strength must have reached peak, we can use the guise of helping Palace Master Yan , exchange ideas with him."

Some strong men from other sects also opened their mouths one after another, preparing to compete with the Dharma King in swordsmanship on the premise of not offending Yan Nantian, but in fact they did not take any position, but acted according to circumstances.

"Humph!"

At this moment, a cold snort suddenly pierced the sky, "I know their patriarchal guardian king, but he is just an ant at the peak of condensed essence, and he is no fart in front of me!"

Boom!

With a loud noise, a white-haired old man walked out from a temple deep in Qing Yunzong.