Drunk Immortal Gourd

After listening to the tall and thin man's words, the slightly fat woman's face became happy and said: "Yes, if everyone in the entire Jiuzhou Continent's immortal world is in danger, we will be able to accomplish great things."

Although the tall and thin man did not say who the young master they were talking about, a figure named Young Master Lingxu suddenly appeared in Qingyang's heart. Qingyang also admired that Young Master Lingxu very much during their confrontation in Luan Mo Valley. , young and promising, calm in situations, decisive in making choices, and the power behind him is definitely not small. Perhaps this Young Master Lingxu is the Young Master they call him.

Of course, this is just Qingyang's intuition and there is no real evidence. It may be just a coincidence. However, among the people Qingyang knew, only Master Lingxu could match him.

Qingyang didn't know what their conspiracy was, nor did he understand what they were trying to do to ruin the reputation of the Seven Immortal Sects, nor did he know what the other party's major achievements were. However, as a Qingfeng Palace disciple, he could not just watch his master fall into a trap, and he could not ignore this matter.

Seeing the Seven Great Immortal Sects and Jingfeng Pavilion not far away at war with each other, the atmosphere was extremely tense and there was a possibility of a fight at any time. Qingyang knew that he could not wait any longer. Then with a thought, three flying swords suddenly appeared, and they used the Three-Yuan Sword Formation to stab the tall and thin man.

With Qingyang's current cultivation level, he could cast a high-grade magical sword, and the three-yuan sword array could be used instantly. The two people over there just felt something strange behind them, and before they had time to turn around, the three-yuan sword array with The Three-Yuan Sword Formation with countless sword shadows was already covering their heads towards the two of them.

The distance between Qingyang and them was so close that the two of them had no idea that there was someone hiding behind them. This was also the time when they had just completed the task assigned by the master and felt most relaxed. Even though the tall and thin man was already at the ninth level of Qi Refining, he was helpless when he was attacked. In desperation, he pushed the fat woman next to him in front of him.

At the same time, Qingyang's Three-Yuan Sword Formation had also arrived, and the fat woman had become a dead soul under Qingyang's sword without even understanding what was going on. After just such a delay, the energy of the Three-Yuan Sword Formation was almost exhausted. The tall and thin man

The man and the woman, one at the ninth level of Qi Refining and the other at the eighth level, are somewhat confident in dealing with Qing Yang, a woman at the eighth level of Qi Refining, but it is difficult to face the man at the ninth level of Qi Refining alone. In order to make a quick decision, Qing Yang Yang mainly attacked the man, hoping that if he could be caught by surprise and hit the man hard, it would be easier to slowly deal with the woman at the eighth level of Qi refining.

Unexpectedly, the man was so cunning that he pushed the woman in front of him at the critical moment, causing Qingyang's plan to fail. At this point, it was useless to think of anything else. Qingyang could only bite the bullet and attack the tall and thin man.

From Qingyang's sneak attack to the man's reaction, everything happened very suddenly, especially when he saw his companion killed by Qingyang's move, the tall and thin man's soul was in danger. Killing an eighth-level Qi-refining monk with one move was difficult even for him to do. This time it was dangerous.

But when he came back to his senses and saw that Qingyang was just an eighth-level Qi-refining monk, he felt relieved. Could it be that he, a ninth-level Qi-refining monk, couldn't deal with a kid at the eighth-level? I was almost scared to death just now, but this time I’m looking good with you.

The tall and thin man sneered, took out a pair of water-splitting spikes of the highest level, and blocked Qingyang's attack. Then the two of them went back and forth, fighting each other.

The tall and thin man originally thought that Qingyang was just an ordinary eighth-level Qi refining monk who could easily defeat him with his own cultivation. However, when they started fighting, he realized that this kid was too difficult to deal with, and his strength had already exceeded that of his peers. The level of monks is not much worse than some ninth-level Qi refining monks.

After all, the tall and thin man had a guilty conscience. What he did was inherently shady. If he made too much noise and attracted other people, it would be completely bad, so he was more cautious in his actions, which would have a great impact on the display of his strength. But Qingyang has no scruples in this regard. If he attracts everyone else, he can explain everything clearly in person.

Gradually, the tall and thin man began to want to quit and was ready to find a way to get rid of Qingyang. If he drags on like this, he will be completely trapped in it. It doesn't matter whether his companions are avenged or not. If he ruins the young master's important event, he will live forever and walk away.

Qingyang had already seen the tall and thin man's plan. Seeing the other person's eyes flickering, he began to look for a way out. With a wave of his hand, a large swarm of alcoholic bees flew out and blocked the tall and thin man. One wanted to escape, and the other tried desperately to stop him, so the fight between the two parties became more and more fierce.

At this time, the atmosphere between Jingfeng Pavilion and the Seven Great Immortal Sects had reached an extreme level. The Guiyun San people had bulging veins and ferocious expressions, containing anger, pain, and even despair.

Now he is faced with a difficult choice, whether to continue to swallow his anger or fight to the death. If he continues to swallow his anger, the reputation of Jingfeng Pavilion will be completely ruined in the future, and he will become the laughing stock of the entire Jiuzhou Continent, and he will be a walking zombie even while he is alive. But if we fight the opponent desperately, Jingfeng Pavilion will definitely suffer countless casualties, and will never be able to gain a foothold on the Kyushu Continent. The disciples of Jingfeng Pavilion will be jointly strangled by the seven immortal sects, and they will have to live in hiding from the evil.

Why? Why does God torture himself like this? Why put yourself through this kind of suffering? Why impose all the pain on yourself?

Next to him, a late-stage foundation-building monk from Jingfeng Pavilion was not much better than Guiyun Sanren. He gritted his teeth and said: "Master, give the order. The seven great immortal sects bully people too much. This time we will fight them to the death and kill them all." These bullies."

Another late-stage Foundation Establishment monk also said: "Yes, Master, I would rather have a piece of jade broken than a piece of brick. If we endure this, what's the point of us people living? The seven Immortal Sects are just closed in the Kyushu Continent. After killing these people, the worst we can do is leave the Nine Provinces Continent. The world is so big, is there no place for Jingfeng Pavilion? "

Yes, the world is so big, is there still no place for Jingfeng Pavilion? No matter how powerful the Seven Immortal Sects are, they are only within the confines of the Kyushu Continent. As long as they escape from the Kyushu Continent, the Seven Immortal Sects have nothing to do with them. Of course, if they offend the seven immortal sects, they will definitely not let Jingfeng Pavilion leave easily. Heavy casualties are inevitable, but cultivating immortals is to compete with the sky for fate. How can there be no immortals?

Thinking of this, Guiyun Sanren was heartbroken and was about to order an attack on the people of the Seven Immortal Sects. At this moment, a burst of noise came, interrupting Guiyun Sanren's train of thought. He turned around and realized that the disciples around him had turned their attention to a small hill in the distance at some point. They were talking about the two figures fighting fiercely on it.

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