This sect is going against the sky

"Senior brother is right, if this child is not eliminated, it will always be a serious problem for the disciples of all sects." The old man said.

Immediately, a piece of rice paper suddenly appeared in the void in front of him.

In front of the rice paper, the majestic spiritual energy like substance gathers into a brush.

The tip of the brush was suddenly stained with a drop of transparent soul fire.

As the pen moved between dragons and snakes, and between flying dragons and phoenixes, the figure of a young man suddenly appeared on the white paper.

If Lin Fan was here, he would be able to recognize that the person above was none other than him.

"Before the Tianjiao disciples of each sect enter the Forbidden Land of Sumeru, their bodies will be planted with soul fire. This is to prevent the disciples from killing each other. Such a simple truth, even a three-year-old child should understand."

"This son did this because he clearly didn't take my Wuxiang Sect seriously, and deliberately provoked. Such vile people must not be tolerated."

Sage Xuanlong looked at the portrait in front of him with murderous intent in his eyes.

Several other senior officials of Wuxiangmen also nodded in agreement when they heard the words.

Zhong Yan is not only Xuanlong Sage's most proud closed disciple, but his strength and performance in Wuxiang Sect are also enough to rank among the top five.

To the Wuxiang Sect, such a celestial arrogance was maliciously killed in the Forbidden City of Sumeru, it was tantamount to a slap in the face, and it was a huge loss.

But things have come to this, Zhong Yan is excellent, but he can't come back to life.

Although everyone was angry, they were more worried about the safety of other Tianjiao disciples.

"That's true. This son has acted badly, and the disciples of all sects must be on guard." The head of the Wuxiang Sect nodded in agreement, then turned to the elder beside him and said, "Pass out the portrait of this son. , let all sects pay attention."

"No." Hearing the words, the Xuanlong sage made a casual move, and the portrait immediately rolled up and fell back into his hands.

"Junior brother, what are you going to do?" The head of Wuxiang Sect frowned slightly and looked at him.

"This kid's ability to kill Zhong Yan is enough to show that his strength is extraordinary. If it's a casual cultivator, it's okay, but if it's a disciple of Tianjiao from other sects, it will be difficult to spread this portrait." With the protection of the sect, so what? Unknowingly killing people?
The monstrous hatred towards Lin Fan in Xuanlong Saint's heart could almost be turned into substance.

However, reason still made him have to worry more.

"What's the problem? My Wuxiang Sect is still afraid of those stinky fish and shrimps?" The head of Wuxiang Sect couldn't help but his face darkened when he heard this.

He has enough confidence in the strength and influence of the Wuxiangmen. The words of the Xuanlong sage are clearly doubts about the Wuxiangmen.

"Senior brother, don't be excited, and junior brother is just saying casually, with my Wuxiangmen's strength, there is definitely nothing to be afraid of."

Sage Xuanlong also saw his displeasure, and quickly remedied it.

After a pause, the topic changed, "But you also know that Lingyun Pavilion has always been at odds with us. For the outside world that I Wuxiangmen is a well-deserved overlord, I have been even more bitter about it for 300 years. If this person has nothing to do with it Forget it, but everything is just in case.”

300 years ago, in the grand contest of sect strength, the master of Lingyun Pavilion lost to the head of Wuxiang sect by one stroke, which caused quite a stir at the time.

Although the head of the Wuxiang Sect thought that he had won the frankness, he only heard the gossip afterwards, saying that the master of the Lingyun Pavilion was poisoned by villains before the duel, and he did not show his due strength. Will lose to Wuxiangmen.

The Wuxiang Sect is just luck. In terms of real strength, Lingyun Pavilion is the existence that looks down on the world.

However, this kind of argument was only popular at the time, and as time went by, Lingyun Pavilion became more and more silent.

However, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even though Lingyun Pavilion was very low-key, as an existence that could once compete with Wuxiangmen, everyone present did not dare to underestimate its strength at all.

Seeing the thoughtful expression on the head of the Wuxiang Sect, the Xuanlong Sage knew that he had spoken to his heart, and immediately said: "Junior Brother thinks it's better to settle this matter in private."

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Lin Fan didn't know that he was being targeted by the Xuanlong Sage.

When I heard from the girl that only people whose bone age is not more than 30 years old can enter the Sumeru Forbidden Land to practice, I was obviously relieved.

Although he himself is not afraid of any Xuanlong saints, those lovely disciples of the Heavenly Emperor Sect are still in their infancy, and they cannot stand the torture of these old guys.

"By the way, I still don't know what your name is?" the girl asked with her eyes blinking.

"Lin Fan." Lin Fan said casually.

As soon as the words fell, a pig-killing scream came from in front of the two of them.

Lin Fan looked up, and saw Butler Hu running towards him like a whirlwind.

Two out-of-mortal youths from the Wuxiangmen were panting with their swords in hand, and they were chasing after them, cursing as they ran, "Where are you going, old man!"

Just when Lin Fan saw him, Steward Hu had already looked over, and seeing him, his eyes couldn't help but brighten up.

"Sect Master Lin, help!"

Lin Fan couldn't help but raise his brows when he thought of the old guy's showy operation before.

Housekeeper Hu didn't notice this, and was immersed in the joy of surviving the catastrophe. The wind under his feet hid behind Lin Fan, and he felt a little safer.

"Sect Master Lin, I knew that you are highly capable, and you will be fine if you are blessed with great fortune."

Do not wear flattery.

Lin Fan couldn't help laughing and said, "It's all thanks to you, Butler Hu."

While the two were talking, the two disciples from the Transcendence Realm had already caught up, and they couldn't help being stunned when they saw Lin Fan.

"Boy, why are you here?" One of them blurted out.

The other person's eyes fell on the girl, and then he thought of something, and his face changed drastically: "Feng Lingsen, you...you..."

"It's just what you think, those unlucky ones are already dead." The girl raised her chin slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled up with a faint smile, and said with a sweet smile.

However, in the eyes of the other party, this smile is like a life-threatening little devil.

The two looked at each other, turned around and ran a few times in two directions at the same time.

"If you want to run, there is no door!"

Seeing this, before Lin Fan could make a move, the girl already had a long whip in her hand. The long whip was thrown out, wrapped around the waist of one of them, and threw him to the ground.

"You can't let them escape, or you won't be able to hide your whereabouts." Feng Lingsen said to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan didn't move, a fan parted from the folding fan in his hand, and the black jade-colored light flashed past, stabbing straight at the person who ran away.