My wife is the sect leader

"Who is outside?"

An Jing looked outside the door and secretly said badly.

An air machine outside the door blocked the place, and it seemed to be very strong.

You must know that this dwarf is already a half-step master, and there are many masters outside the temple.

"Humph!"

Master Moyun snorted coldly, but did not speak.

"Tom!"

The next moment, a cold light came from outside the hall.

An Jing's internal energy was like a tide, and he stood in front of him.

Swish swish!

What flew over was a whisk, which turned into countless silver radiances, hit An Jing's body protection Qi machine, and then quietly melted.

Whizzing!

At this time, a middle-aged Taoist came down and caught the whisk.

"The True One Sect?"

Seeing the Taoist priest rushing in suddenly, An Jing frowned suddenly.

"Pimpedao Zhenyi taught Yulin."

The old Taoist held his fly whisk in one hand, and made a bow with the other.

There are seven masters in the Tianzun Temple of the Zhenyi Sect. These seven people are all first-class masters in the Jianghu.

Master Yulin, as one of the seven great masters, naturally has a brilliant record and profound strength, and will definitely not belong to Master Yuhuai, and An Jing has already sensed it from the move just now, and his cultivation should also be in the realm of smallpox .

"Sure enough, he is a true teacher."

An Jing couldn't help laughing, but his brows were darkly frowned: Sure enough, the True One Sect is here, but there should definitely not be only two masters in front of him.

Master Yulin looked at the laughing An Jing, and frowned slightly, "Actually, I, the Zhenyi Sect, don't want to be your enemy. As long as you hand over the complete Da Luo mentality, I, the Zhenyi Sect, will definitely not treat you badly."

He came down the mountain this time only for Da Luo's mind, and he was not interested in Ghost Swordsman at all.

"Is it from Da Luo?"

Master Moyun heard this from the sidelines, and suddenly realized in his heart, no wonder the masters of the Zhenyi Sect are trying their best to find the whereabouts of the ghost swordsman. It turns out that the ghost swordsman is the descendant of the Daluo sect.

"I don't have a complete Da Luo mentality."

An Jing shook his head, "I only have fragments."

Master Yulin heard this, pondered for a while and said: "Is it a broken scroll? It's not impossible to hand it over."

An Jing said with a smile: "I hand over my mind, what good will your Excellency give me?"

In fact, An Jing didn't have that much resistance when he handed over Da Luo's mental method, as long as the benefits taught by Shinichi were enough, such as exchanging the Big Dipper Jue.

"Leave a life for you."

Master Yulin's tone was very flat, not to say that he underestimated the ghost swordsman in front of him, but in his mind, it was just explaining a fact that should be taken for granted.

The True One Sect has been the state religion of Dayan for hundreds of years, and they are already used to being domineering, and it seems to have been engraved in their bones.

"Leave me alive!?"

Hearing the words of Master Yulin, An Jing suddenly laughed.

Master Yulin said quietly: "Why, isn't your life worthless?"

With his hands behind his hands, An Jing said lightly, "I also want the Big Dipper Jue. In this case, I will save your life. You can keep the Big Dipper Jue."

"presumptuous!"

Master Yulin heard this, and shouted Qingqing: "Since you are obsessed with your obsession and are unwilling to hand over Da Luo's mind, then I can only be blunt."

After finishing speaking, he stomped the sole of his foot and struck An Jing with the whisk in his hand.

The whisk is not a weapon, even if it is used, it is extremely reluctant. Every time Master Yulin swings, there are countless silver lights falling from countless masters, obviously trying to suppress An Jing with internal force.

Venerable Moyun fought with An Jing just now, and he already knew how powerful the ghost swordsman is, but he saw his eyes rolling, but he didn't remind Master Yulin.

Swish!Swish!

The silk thread on the whisk was extremely tough, striking like thousands of strands.

An Jing pretended to be invincible and dodged left and right.

"Ghost Swordsman, but that's all..."

Seeing this, Master Yulin frowned slightly. Although he still had three points of guard in his heart, his offensive became more and more daring.

Why don't you come up and use your full strength when masters fight each other.

One is that the internal strength is limited, and each other needs to test each other to find out the tricks and routines. Second, once the full strength is used, it is difficult to counterattack or change the trick. Once the gate of life is broken, it will be the end of death.

"boom!"

An Jing dodged again, and his body directly broke through the hall.

"Where to go!?"

Master Yulin saw that An Jing was avoiding the battle and wanted to escape, so he quickly chased after him.

"Crash!" "Crash!"

A hole suddenly opened in the main hall, and the two rushed out one after another.

"How is this going?"

"It looks like someone is fighting!"

"Get out of the way!"

........

The passers-by who were playing in Xuanqing Mountain were all shocked when they saw this, knowing that it might be a duel between the masters of the rivers and lakes, one by one ran towards the distance.

"My God."

The Taoist surnamed Luo who was fortune-telling at the gate of the main hall saw this, and said in surprise: "Is that person taught by Zhenyi?"

"Who cares, let's run."

The young Taoist next to him turned pale with fright, supported the purple wooden crown on his head, and fled hastily into the distance.

They are all wild Taoist monks, and they have the ability to cheat food and drink. When it comes to real kung fu, they are at the level of fish and shrimp in the world.

The middle-aged Taoist surnamed Luo quickly rolled up the lottery tube and the big flag on the ground, and quickly walked to the distance to avoid it.

Master Yulin practiced the Zhenyi Jue of the Zhenyi Sect, and his inner strength was surging. At this moment, under the full force of his actions, the dust fly and silver threads swept across the sky, which is really powerful.

"good chance!"

An Jing knew that Master Yulin had already done his best, a gleam of brilliance appeared in his eyes, and he pointed his finger forward.

That finger was wrapped in a red light, like a hot flame attacking.

Nine Suns Finger!

Now An Jing's Nine Yang God Finger has entered the room, has a certain level of popularity, and his cultivation base has entered the realm of smallpox, this finger is much stronger than before.

Chi!

The silver thread that was seen sweeping up was burnt to nothing in an instant, and the remaining strength was still long and long, crazily rushing forward. .

"not good!"

Master Yulin also knew that he had been tricked at this moment, but at the moment when he made a move, he was powerless to resist this move, and could only watch helplessly as the finger light hit him.

"Junior Brother Yulin, don't panic!"

Just at this critical moment, a cold drink hit.

A brilliant purple light descended from the sky, as if forming a wall.

"Boom!"

The moment the finger light collided with the wall, An Jing only felt the air wave in front of him, and hurriedly backed away.

And Daren Yulin was also uncomfortable, he was shocked by the strong shock and retreated again and again, the body of the rushing person jumped up and supported him.

"Brother He."

Master Yulin heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the person coming.

The person who came was none other than He Chen, the master of Tongxuan Peak, if he hadn't appeared suddenly, he would have been in danger just now.

"Pity."

Seeing this, Master Moyun secretly thought it was a pity, if the ghost swordsman had killed Master Yulin just now, then the two would have a life-and-death enmity, and then the Zhenyi Sect would definitely kill the ghost swordsman at all costs.

At that time, I can still take the opportunity to make a move. Not only can I avenge the spirit mouse, but I can also get some benefits.

"Could it be He Chen?"

An Jing seemed to think of something when he saw the man in the black Taoist robe rushing up suddenly.

He Chen, the master of Tongxuan Peak, is Xiao Qianqiu's senior brother. He has already reached the half-step master level in his body. He is also the most promising master in the Zhenyi Sect. He retreats in the peak and rarely goes out of the rivers and lakes.

He didn't expect that today, for himself, he would go out of customs.

"Master He Feng, this person is a ghost swordsman."

Master Moyun saw this and hurried forward.

He Chen's face was a little gloomy. At such a critical moment just now, Master Moyun didn't make a move while watching the show. If Yulin hadn't shot himself, even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured. However, Master Moyun did have a reason not to make a move.

On the cliff in the distance, Lou Xiangzhen watched the confrontation ahead.

"Currently, Xuanmen is [-]% popular, Xiao Qianqiu monopolizes [-]%, I occupy [-]%, and Ghost Swordsman occupies [-]%. If Ghost Swordsman can survive today..."

Today is an excellent opportunity, Lou Xiangzhen wants to see the strength of Ghost Swordsman with his own eyes.

Can he force Xiao Qianqiu to take action?

Back then on Nanhua Mountain, he didn't witness it with his own eyes. He knew that there was a thousand-year-old black boa protecting An Jing.

But today is different. It is the True One Sect that surrounds him today.

"Ghost swordsman?"

He Chen glanced at An Jing, "It seems that Your Excellency is not in vain."

With that finger just now, you can see the power in it, even if you don't dare to say that you will definitely win that move.

It seems that the fingering is a martial art of Tianwu level, but he has never heard of such a fiery fingering in the world.

"It's ridiculous, compared to the eight-step wandering dragon He Chen, what is my prestige?"

An Jing smiled lightly, feeling nervous in his heart.

Eight Steps Flying Dragon is exactly He Chen's nickname in Jiang Hu, and it can be seen from it.

And that dwarf should be Master Moyun of Tianku Mountain. This person's reputation in the Jianghu is not as good as that of He Chen, but he is also a master of the half-step master realm.

There are already two half-step masters and a smallpox master in front of him. If they join forces, I will be really in danger.

"The rivers and lakes are not about fame, but about strength."

He Chen took a deep breath and walked forward slowly.

The two seemed to be chatting comfortably, but the atmosphere in the whole world was extremely tense.

An Jing nodded, and then pulled out the Suppressing Evil Sword behind him.

A ray of cold light emerged, and the imprinted world became cold.

The next moment, He Chen stomped the sole of his foot, and his black body turned into a thunderbolt.

The wind howled like a sharp knife on the face.

Why is He Chen called the eight-step wandering dragon? It's because of his extremely fast movement, fierce and domineering aura, just like a swiftly approaching wandering dragon.

fast!

too fast!