Fantasy: The beginning is first passed on to Wu Wannian

"Bastard!"

Wang Hong was furious when he heard Liu Qingyun's words.

With a burst of shouting, waves of fluctuations came from his body, and his cultivation at the third level of the day after tomorrow erupted impressively.

With a palm shot, a flame palm print shot straight at Liu Qingyun.

"Ancestor be careful!"

Behind him, Feng Shuya reminded.

Although Wang Hong is absurd, his cultivation base is really high. He is the third level of Houtian, even if he looks at all the second-rate powers in the Xuantian Territory.

They are all top-notch.

This palm, even the Houtian third level of the same realm would not dare to bear it.

Liu Qingyun's face was like an ancient well, and the waves were calm.

Feng Shuya's beautiful face was covered with pear blossoms and rain, interrupting Feng Hao's words, and said.

"Nuo'er, what you said...is it true?"

"Today, your Qingfengmen will be destroyed!"

In an instant, Feng Hao burst out laughing.

"stop!"

"You can't kill me! My father is Wang Pengfei, a strong man in the Xiantian realm, and my master is a disciple of the Great Emperor. If you kill me, the entire Qingfeng Sect will be turned into ruins in my master's hands!"

Beside him, several elders quickly supported Feng Hao, a young elder glared at Wei Xian, and said.

"Old Ancestor, did you really come out of the mountain?"

At this time, Feng Hao also noticed the existence of the girl, and a scowl appeared on his face.

Feng Hao exclaimed, his whole body couldn't help but become limp.

This voice seemed to come from above the nine heavens.

The next moment, Liu Qingyun slowly raised his palm, and then gently pressed it down.

"lead the way!"

Wang Hong was shocked to find that his body was out of his control, looked at Liu Qingyun in horror, and said hastily.

"Humph!"

"In that case."

"Father, the patriarch has left the mountain, Qingfengmen is saved!"

In his opinion, as long as he moves his master out, even the strong in the Zifu realm will give him some face.

After all, he was the Great Emperor's disciple!

With that said, Feng Hao was about to drive the girl away.

The most powerful Qingfeng sect is the current sect master, Feng Hao, who is just a guy from the ninth floor of Acquired Heaven.

With a trembling voice, Feng Hao said with a look of disbelief.

In an instant, the palm prints emerged, with terrifying power, it was about to push down the entire Qingfeng Gate.

"No!"

Wei Xian looked at Feng Shuya suspiciously, but did not see Wang Hong, and said in a deep voice.

Even the mountain guard formation with a sect is no match for Wei Xian.

Before he had time to say anything, Liu Qingyun brought it up directly.

Feng Hao's face was ashen.

"The emperor's disciples? Is it amazing?"

The Qingfengmen Elder beside him roared instantly.

"Three elders!"

"Your Majesty!"

Feng Hao didn't even have time to see how Wei Xian made his move, that disciple had already fallen.

"Ok!"

"Now, the young master has probably captured that girl, and it's useless for you to stay here."

At this moment, Feng Shuya's mind was filled with the indifferent figure of Liu Qingyun.

"The young master has taken a fancy to your daughter, that is your blessing, don't be ignorant of flattery."

Liu Qingyun looked at Feng Shuya lightly and said.

Feng Hao wanted to continue to say something, but when he heard the word "Ancestor", he froze in place for a moment.

The powerful force directly oppressed Wang Hong, kneeling on both knees.

For a moment, Wang Hong felt as if he was being targeted by an extremely terrifying existence.

Wei Xian narrowed his eyes, revealing a dangerous expression.

Liu Qingyun said lightly.

"The master of Patriarch Wang Hong."

"I fought with you!"

Even his body became stiff for a moment.

Wang Hong went looking for Feng Shuya, but now that Feng Shuya came back, Wang Hong disappeared.

"Just let him come!"

However, to Wang Hong's surprise, there was no reaction on Liu Qingyun's face, and he just looked at him indifferently.

He looked at the ants below, looked in the direction of the back mountain, and smiled.

A soft drink interrupted the movement of Wei Xian's hands.

Wei Xian narrowed his eyes, but saw a young man rushing over anxiously.

As he spoke, a sword stabbed out, and the light of the sword flickered like a cold moon hanging upside down.

"What are you doing back here, let's go!"

Qingfengmen Pass.

"As long as you leave, Qingfengmen's inheritance will not be broken, so go quickly."

"The ancestor is so strong!"

Wei Xian yelled loudly, and between the palms, endless spiritual energy rolled, like clouds and mist.

Feng Hao gushed out a mouthful of blood, his face was full of grief and indignation.

Wei Xian's patience was gradually wearing away

Looking at Liu Qingyun's tricks, Feng Shuya opened her small cherry mouth slightly, showing a look of surprise.

Wei Xian looked down with a gloomy expression.

"Hahaha, the heavens are pitiful, I, Qingfengmen, are saved!"

He was originally a strong man in the innate realm.

"Girl doll, where is my young master?"

Wang Hong, at this moment, is no longer in the mood to appreciate Feng Shuya's beauty. He just wants to go back to the Raging Fire Gate, lead the strong, and kill the young man in front of him.

However, in front of Wei Xian, who is in the innate realm, such an act is tantamount to committing suicide.

Feng Shuya nodded with a smile in her tears.

Feng Shuya didn't realize it until she led Liu Qingyun down the back mountain.

"Sect Master!"

Feng Hao's pupils shrank suddenly.

Feng Shuya faltered and faltered when she spoke, not daring to speak.

"Old man, today, even if I am the last person in the Qingfengmen, I will not be able to submit to the command of your Raging Firemen. In our Qingfengmen, no one lives on their knees!"

"Master, if you fight him, even if you die, you will have to take his skin off."

Feng Shuya was a little hasty, obviously she hadn't reacted from the previous incident.

Feng Shuya raised her head and looked at the person in front of her who looked about her size. For some reason, she felt more at ease in her heart.

Wei Xian snorted coldly, and slapped out his palm, directly piercing through the elder brother's control of Qingfengmen.

"Oh oh oh"

"Oh, then I want to see how you, the sect master, will react when you see the disciples of your sect die one by one."

A pair of indifferent eyes fell on Wang Hong.

At this moment, Wei Xian stared at Feng Hao and the elders of Qingfengmen as if he were looking at ants, and sneered.

As soon as the words fell, a disciple of the Qingfeng Sect died suddenly.

Wang Hong's pupils shrank.

For a moment, a bad premonition rose in Wei Xian's heart.

At this moment, an indifferent voice rang in Wei Xian's ears.

"Your young master. Is he the one you are talking about?"

Wei Xian suddenly looked in the direction of the voice.

All I saw was a young man in white, holding a half-dead person in his hand, with one hand on his back, standing quietly on the ground, looking directly at himself.