Passing on a hundred times the cashback: being a teacher means having a lot of cultivation!

Qin Xuan's spiritual sense entered the storage ring and swept around, leaving only dozens of high-level pills and magic weapons, and everything else was emptied and packed into other storage rings.

He reached out and took out these rings, and stuffed them all into Mei Chengyan's hands:

"Brother, this is my contribution to the sect, it should be enough to solve your urgent needs."

Mei Chengyan felt that the ring in his hand was a bit heavy, and his spiritual sense entered it. The next moment, his spiritual sense immediately withdrew. He seemed to have seen something terrifying, his eyes were about to pop out, his mouth opened and closed, I couldn't say a word for a long time.

It's too much, Qin Xuan gave him these things, not to mention solving his urgent needs, even if the whole sect didn't do anything, it was enough for them to consume for several years.

Let's not talk about other things, just talk about this spirit stone, he has never seen a pile as high as a building!

He felt that the storage ring in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, making his hand tremble a little.

"Junior brother, you are really generous!"

Mei Chengyan's entire face stretched out, her smile was extremely bright.

"Brother, if the sect has no other important matters, I will leave first."

Qin Xuan said suddenly.

"Is it for the empress of Da Zhou?"

Mei Chengyan knew that one of his disciples was the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, so he put away his wanton smile,

"I heard that the imperial city has been very uneasy recently. Your apprentice is there. You, a master, naturally can't ignore it. Go, bring your apprentice, and come back early."

Qin Xuan felt that the Qingfengzong got the news so quickly that he didn't need to explain it.

Qin Xuan bid farewell to Mei Chengyan, took one step forward, and walked away through the air.

"My junior brother is really convincing, surrounded by female disciples, all of them are as beautiful as flowers, and there is an emperor, what a blessing!"

Mei Chengyan knew from the news from the imperial city that there were a few more female disciples beside Qin Xuan, and wondered why he always recruited female disciples, but at the same time was a little envious, looking at Qin Xuan's far away figure, a little dazed .

Chapter 138 Ten Blood Emissaries

"Hey, what do you want to do with these useless things? It's all the younger brother's business. With these treasures, I will not have to worry about the development of Qingfengzong in the next few years......"

Mei Chengyan came back to her senses, looked at the heavy storage rings in her hands, and thought,

"You can't take it all out at once, um...you have to take it out bit by bit, otherwise these brats in the sect don't want to make progress and just sit and eat..."

Mei Chengyan walked down the mountain while thinking about how to use these things to maximize his value.

"Elder Qin, are you leaving again?"

Below Qin Xuan, Liao Hongcai said hello.

"Go and go back."

Qin Xuan went away and left a word from a distance.

When Liao Hongcai arrived at the sect, the confrontation between Qin Xuan and Yu Wenhao had already ended, and he learned the whole process from other disciples.

In my heart, I have already admired Qin Xuan beyond words. At such a young age, he is already at the consecration period. What a genius!

In the imperial city, ten special guests were welcomed in the private room of a restaurant.

Fan Yifei and the others are respectful at the moment, not daring to breathe a sigh of relief.

The ten people in front of Fan Yifei were all wearing loose, blood-red robes and devil masks with blue faces and fangs. It was impossible to tell if they were fat or thin, but they could only be judged from the length of their hair and the thickness of their voices. men and women.

Pale numbers from one to ten were engraved on their robes, and their bodies exuded the aura of the consecration period, overwhelming Fan Yifei and they did not dare to look up.

These ten people are the famous top ten blood-drying envoys in the Demon Sect!

They are not only highly cultivated, but also cruel. When they kill, they don't kill the enemy immediately, but after the enemy has no resistance, they cut off the enemy's tendons and hamstrings, cut off their tongues, and cut off their The blood is drained drop by drop, leaving their enemies to watch them slowly die, unable to move or cry, and they are therefore called blood-dryers.

They also eat human flesh, especially the flesh of young, handsome and beautiful men and women. To them, it is very delicious, like delicacies from mountains and seas, so they can't put it down!

Fan Yifei never expected that the sect would send these ten people here, what does this mean, is it planning to slaughter the royal family directly?

"My lord, what does Zongmen mean?"

The blood-drying envoy has no position in the Demon Sect, but except for the suzerain, everyone including the Holy Son has to call them sir in order from one to ten.

"The seven sects of Lengzhou and the royal family seem to be uniting. The suzerain's intention is to occupy the palace first to seize the control of the royal family before their general situation is achieved, and use the hands of the royal family to find the specific location of each sect.

If they are willing to surrender, then kill some and keep some, if they don't know the current affairs, they will all be wiped out! "

The adult's voice was a little deep and hoarse, like nails scraping on a rusty iron plate, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

However, when Fan Yifei heard this, he licked his lips with his tongue, his eyes became hot, he could finally kill again!

In Yang Sirui's heart, he was sure that the people in the royal family would not be submissive, and it seemed that a big battle was about to be fought, so he became excited.

Standing aside, Cheng Wendong frowned:

"People from this demon sect are so violent, they are not suitable for getting along with."

creak... creak...

The door of the room was pushed open suddenly, and it turned out that the waiter came in with a rich dish, and said enthusiastically:

"Guest officer, the dishes are here!"

Pfft!

The waiter hadn't taken two or three steps when his throat was shot through suddenly, a blood hole the size of a thumb was gurgling blood, and the blood splashed all over the dishes in his hands. Without saying a word, he fell backwards in a daze, knocking the dishes all over the floor.

"Won't you knock when you come in?"

A high-pitched voice came, and it was Master Er who made the move.

Cheng Wendong's heart skipped a beat, the people in the Demon Sect would kill people if they didn't agree with each other, it was too dangerous for him to be with them!

"Come on, let's go to the palace."

Fan Yifei watched all this with cold eyes, and said casually.

Cheng Wendong began to regret it, he was hesitating whether to keep up with them.

puff!

Cheng Wendong suddenly felt a pain in his heart. He looked down and saw a chopstick stuck in his chest. The chopstick was already stained red with blood. The chopstick hit his heart, and his heart was instantly pierced.

"You...you..."

Cheng Wendong's vision became more and more blurred, and his consciousness became more and more lax.

"You are useless."

Fan Yifei's voice came from a distance, they had disappeared into the house and were on their way to the palace.

Cheng Wendong's eyes were getting darker and darker, and pictures suddenly appeared in his mind. These pictures flashed through his mind one by one, a bleak smile suddenly appeared on Cheng Wendong's face, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye. Slowly fell down.

"Junior Sister Jiao, how is the matter going?"

Seeing Jiao Banxue coming, Yin Songyu stopped what he was doing, ran over and asked Jiao Banxue's hand.

"It's hard to say now, it depends on how the situation develops."

Jiao Banxue was dragged by Yin Songyu, Liu Xingcan and the others also surrounded her, Jiao Banxue smiled, but there was a trace of worry hidden between her brows.

"Senior sister, we can't interfere with the affairs of the royal family, but if you need our help, you can just ask."

Liu Xingcan saw the worry between Jiao Banxue's brows, and said.

"thank you all....."

Jiao Banxue looked at Liu Xingcan and the others, and was very moved.

They were strangers who didn't know each other at first, but because of Qin Xuan, they became brothers and sisters. As they got along slowly, they gradually became like a family, caring and caring for each other, which made people feel very warm.

"Report......

I would like to report to Your Majesty that twelve monks have come to the palace and said they want to see you. They are very powerful and the guards cannot stop them. They are about to break into the Tongtian Bridge. "

Chapter 139

Suddenly an urgent report came, breaking the warmth of everyone.

An angry look appeared on Jiao Banxue's face after hearing this.

Tongtian Bridge is the place to go to the arsenal of the Great Zhou Dynasty, where countless strange exercises are stored. It is said that some exercises can become immortals and gods in the end.

But these exercises are very obscure and difficult to understand. The emperors of all dynasties have studied them, but there are very few who have understood them. The only one who has realized the Dao is not the only existence in the world. He has been brilliant for a lifetime. But that was a long, long time ago.

Even so, the arsenal is still an important place for the royal family, and trespassing is not allowed!

Jiao Banxue immediately set off for Tongtian Bridge, she had to stop these people, and Liu Xingcan and the others followed.

At this moment, in front of Tongtian Bridge, a large number of palace guards gathered. They were holding long daggers and formed a strict formation. Their guns were all pointed at Fan Yifei and the others, and the air was very cold.

"Tell your emperor to come out, otherwise, I will wash the palace with blood!"

Fan Yifei looked at the army in front of him, he didn't care at all, just these soldiers, he could kill them all with just a few moves!

"What a big breath!"

A silver long spear shot out from the army with a bang, and the silver spear turned into a flood dragon, charging towards Fan Yifei with its bloody mouth wide open.

Fan Yifei's deep eyes were calm, and he raised one hand to the air and pressed it with his palm. The dragon seemed to have hit an invisible wall, and the dragon was sent flying out, turning back into the shape of a spear , twirling crazily and flying upside down in the air.

Tang Bo's figure jumped out from the army, he rushed out all the way, grabbed the spear, unloaded the gun's strength, the silver spear and red tassel flew, Tang Bo stabbed at Fan Yifei's throat again.

However, Fan Yifei didn't block or evade, he let the spear come towards him.

clang!

A gun tip protruded from Fan Yifei's side, bending the gun that Tang Bozha brought out.

The force of this shot was so great that Tang Bo even turned around with the gun and the person. Tang Bo turned sideways in the air and dispelled the force.

"Tang Bo, we meet again."

A new gun appeared in Yang Sirui's hand. A black dragon was wrapped around the gun body, and the black dragon was circling around it.

Holding a gun in one hand, Yang Sirui walked out from Fan Yifei's side, aiming the gun straight at Tang Bo.

Tang Bo's eyes were a bit dignified. The gun in his hand was flat-headed and double-edged. It was very disadvantageous against this kind of cross-bladed gun. The most important thing was that the gun in the opponent's hand was of a much higher grade than the gun in his hand.

"Heh, you still dare to come, last time you said that the cultivation base of Xuan Zhaoqi couldn't kill you, try again now!"

Even though the opponent switched to a more powerful gun, Tang Bo was still not afraid.

For a gun user like him, the gun is his life, just like his arm, is his most familiar partner, changing guns at will will not bring out the true power of marksmanship.

What's more, his first-rank general was traded from the bloody and brutal battlefield. Tang Bo has experienced a lot of situations where the enemy is strong and we are weak. , he still dared to fight, and he was able to take the head of the enemy general, and he was still undefeated.

In addition to his fighting skills, strategy and strength, Tang Bo also has a lot of courage!

Husband battle, courage also!

Yang Sirui could feel that Tang Bo's aura was stronger than last night, he broke through overnight and became a monk in the bigu period.

"It turned out to be a breakthrough, no wonder I have enough confidence, but I am Dzogchen!"

The corner of Yang Sirui's mouth twitched, and the aura of Bigu Qi burst out from his body, and he really pressed towards Tang Bo.

"The whole army retreats and defends the Tongtian Bridge!"

The air in front of Tang Bo became serious, but his eyes were full of fighting spirit,

"My king, kill him today!"

The auras of Tang Bo and Yang Sirui collided, and Tang Bo was obviously at a disadvantage, but his fighting spirit became more and more intense.

"Let's see who kills who today!"

Both of them are masters of using guns, and both of them stand on opposite sides. The opponent and the enemy make the fighting spirit of the two of them boil.

"I'll say it again, call your emperor out!"

Fan Yifei looked indifferent, a knife appeared in his hand, the handle was black gold, the gauntlet was a pale skull, the mouth was wide open, and the blood-red blade protruded from the skull's mouth, the blade was red and glistening , surrounded by wisps of black smoke.

Fan Yifei swung his knife casually, and there were gusts of dark wind blowing all around. There seemed to be countless ghosts howling in the wind. The light of the knife was blue and yellow, and it slashed towards the army.

Even if it was a random strike, it would be very difficult for monks below the seventh floor of the Bigu period to block this strike.

"Formation, defense!"

Faced with this terrifying sword strike, no one in the army panicked. The shields stood up and combined to form a tall shield wall, tightly stitched.