After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

Everyone looked at the man who came with the sword. He was dressed in white, with a handsome and pure appearance, and that attire was obviously the direct descendant of the Changtian Sword Sect.

He was startled suddenly, how could the Changtian Sword Sect get involved in Haoran Immortal Mansion's matter.

Yan Yiqing saw the face of the person who came, her eyes were gloomy, the corners of her mouth gradually receded, and the murderous intent that had been suppressed just now faintly appeared.

The Changtian Sword Sect was not good last time, but now it's good, you sent it to your door yourself.

With the sword light in his hand, An Jinnian landed steadily on the open space in the center, and stood opposite Yan Yiqing, his quiet eyes suppressed an imperceptible hostility, and the surrounding eyes fell on him.

Although the descendants of the Changtian Sword Sect rarely come out of the mountain, they generally know them, but this person is very unfamiliar, and it can only be the newly received descendant of the Fuyuan Peak Master Tang Elder eight years ago. That person's talent is extremely outstanding, he has already surpassed other direct disciples in just eight years, and he is highly valued by Sect Master Cheng Shuang.

An Jinnian's right hand was held by his side, and his figure was tall and straight, hiding his sharpness: "I have heard that Immortal Yiqing is famous. Since I met you today, I will learn from you."

Yan Yiqing raised her eyes and said in a cold voice without giving any face: "Are you courting death?"

The person on the opposite side smiled and didn't take it seriously: "Today, the head of the sect specially sent me to visit, in case there are any changes in the Haoran Immortal Mansion, and the Changtian Sword Sect can also help. As for me, I just want to see a long-lost See you."

The two people who meant something were clear in their hearts. Looking at this face, Yan Yiqing squinted his eyes and took off the Shengting scroll at his waist. His heart was condensed, and his tone could be called disgust: "What a person I haven't seen for a long time." ', your lingering ability has not changed at all."

As soon as these words fell, everyone onlookers were stunned.

This, is it really Immortal Yiqing who spoke?

Before Sect Leader Hong spoke rudely, he also maintained his demeanor, even when he killed someone just now, he didn't speak like this. It is possible that there was some festival between the two of them, which made them so at odds.

An Jinnian glanced lightly at a tall building in the back with his moving eyes, and said in his usual tone, "It's true that the ghosts linger, otherwise, who is my blood going to?"

Yan Yiqing's eyes turned hard, and the magic formula changed. The grand court scroll unfolded in an instant, and the vast and transparent white scroll was like silk, making the people around hurriedly back away, trying to protect themselves. An Jinnian reacted very quickly, and suddenly came up Standing up, the white robe unfolded, with a steady momentum like a white eagle soaring into the sky.

The sword in the right hand is facing forward and it is a horizontal cut. The sword shadow flashes, simple and thick, and the majestic momentum is full of sword intent, like an old man who has studied for a long time. The simple move is so powerful that people cannot ignore it. .

The white scroll turned into a barrier, resisting the imposing sword, and the aura surged like a sea of ​​clouds, secretly hiding an aura of tension, and the two spiritual energies were evenly matched.

The people on the side with low cultivation bases have already been knocked aside by Qi Jin, and those with better realms must raise all their cultivation bases to resist with both hands!

Unexpectedly, the cultivation of these two people is so terrifying!

When did the late star of Zhongtian Realm be so desperate? Among the people present, I am afraid that none of them are their opponents!Master Hong's death was not wronged at all!

Seeing this, An Jinnian changed his sword moves, and the Cannian Sword came out from his hand. The sword edge emitted a cold radiance, rising up like silver light, turning into thousands of sword shadows and falling like sword rain.

Yan Yiqing sneered, and went up to meet the sword rain, and the picture scroll instantly turned into thousands of white ribbons, resisting the sword rain one by one, like ten thousand willows falling down.

With the sound of collision in their ears, the two stopped in the air, and their eyes were facing each other, and they were bored.

"Isn't it enough for you to hurt him? Even now."

Looking at this face, he couldn't get rid of all the things he used to persecute Qinghe. If it wasn't for him in the first life, how could Qinghe end up like this? Every expression of this person made him sick.

An Jinnian laughed when he heard this: "Not only will I not let him go, but I will also form a Taoist couple with him and share a hundred years of friendship. If it is in the future, I'm afraid I will call Immortal Yiqing my brother."

As soon as these words came out, as if touching the reverse scale of a dragon, the blue-clothed fairy's murderous intent soared, his eyes opened, and he roared angrily: "Presumptuous!"

As soon as the aura of the two came out, the surrounding wind roared, and the sword lights and illusions were very fierce. They didn't hold back, they all wanted to kill each other. Sword repair is a different existence. Stand up, but it is difficult to lose the wind.

The fight between the two intensified, and the crowd watching couldn't avoid it, and they were about to be involved in the struggle between the two.

At this moment, a ray of silver light suddenly descended from the sky and fell to the ground. A young man in light blue clothes stood in the center of the battle, his black hair slightly raised, and his cold eyes stared at the place where the two were.

Both of them sensed his aura, and they froze for fear of hurting him, so they quickly withdrew the spiritual power in their hands. The phantom and the sword light lost their support, and instantly turned into spots of light and dissipated, one blue and one white falling on him respectively. sides.

Yan Yiqing took back the Shengting scroll, and the murderous aura that was boiling just now disappeared suddenly.

"Have you rested well, why come out casually."

He stepped forward two or three times, looked at him nervously, saw that his face was normal but still worried, took the hand beside him, and put it on his pulse.

Yan Lin didn't break free, but just let him go.

After a long while, his expression eased and he withdrew his hand.

"No problem, the foundation is solid, and the inner breath is calm."

An Jinnian stood aside, holding Cannian in his hands, his eyes were unfathomable.

Yan Lin glanced sideways, met those familiar eyes, suddenly the pool of clear water was disturbed, red light flashed, and Cannian retracted it into the sheath, he smiled at Yan Lin in a very friendly and gentle way: "You are willing Out."

It's just that the black eyes of the person being talked to were very calm, even indifferent, even when he heard his voice, there was no fluctuation, and the hatred hidden in the depths disappeared, just like a stranger.

An Jinnian frowned slightly.

Yan Lin looked at him fixedly, just thinking in his mind, if he put on that red dress, he would be the Immortal Yunhua from his previous life.

No, it should be said that he has always been.

However, it's just a layer of fake skin.

Thinking of him, he retracted his gaze indifferently, looked around, and glanced at the people staring at him lightly. This glance not only saw those collaterals, but also saw Lin Yan who was being held back by Lin Qi. Of.

"I don't know if you still want to teach me, we two brothers can choose one of them."

Yan Yiqing listened to the slight movement of the expression of the word brother, and after a long while, her whole body softened.

The onlookers were completely silent, you looked at me and I looked at you, but no one dared to speak. Just now they have seen the power of Immortal Yiqing. Although this young master has been missing for many years, he is at least the direct descendant of the sword ancestor. , and a single spiritual root, the realm is naturally good, even if they all besiege, there will still be that kid from the Changtian Sword Sect.

Leaving aside the rumored reputation, the Changtian Sword Sect alone can't be offended.

They can't be killed, they can't be moved, they can't get any benefits anyway, they might as well admit it and forget it, there is no need to lose their lives for the spirit veins.

So they laughed and said, "We don't have any objections to what this young man said, but we just want to open our eyes. Now that we have seen the demeanor of the two of you, naturally we won't make unreasonable opinions."

"That's right, young master, please don't see outsiders. We are all from our own family. We will not miss anything that should be given in the future."

"Since there are distinguished guests in this Immortal Mansion, we won't bother you much."

After saying one or two, he turned around and left with his disciples, the fast speed was completely sloppy.

Yan Lin was a little surprised that they left so simply, he thought that these hungry wolves would fight anyway, but they turned out to be so useless.

It's just that those collaterals are still in place, and Yan Bai is still in the crowd. Yan Lin turned to look at the leader. He looked like a middle-aged man, with a light blue shirt, a white satin on his forehead, and a little bit of hair under his nose. Beard, looked at them with piercing eyes, and took a few steps forward when he saw him looking over.

He remembered this person, Yan Jincheng, he had met him a few times when he was a child.

"Young people are awesome. With you here, we can rest assured." He seemed to be relieved, looking at the two brothers with the relief and satisfaction of the elders.

Yan Lin showed some doubts: "You..."

He smiled: "Don't worry, we didn't come to make trouble, we just rushed over because we were worried that someone would sneak in and harm the Immortal Mansion, to see if there was anything we could do to help. Of course, we didn't take action before." Naturally, there is a reason for helping each other..." He paused, his eyes showing worldly tact and vigilance, "We also want to see if you two direct descendants have the ability to guard this huge family Now, it seems that the bishop of the mansion is doing very well."

Yiqing is calm and introverted, with a certain degree of relaxation, although this Qinghe didn't see him make a move, but just now he dared to directly break into the place where the two of them are fighting, it can be seen that the mood is not low.

Such a rising star must have something to do.

"So, my nephew just misunderstood." Yan Jin's voice came from behind, and he walked slowly to Yan Lin's side: "Please don't be offended."

Yan Jincheng waved his hand: "It's okay, it's because we didn't say hello beforehand, and it has nothing to do with my nephew."

"Since those who are looking for trouble have been sent away, we will stay here to help you deal with the rest of the matter, and it will not be too late to leave when everything is settled."

Yan Jin raised his hand and saluted, "Thank you."

Yan Lin glanced at them, then at the members of the Yejinmen who hadn't left yet, and turned to Yan Jin and said, "Then I'll leave first."

Yan Jin stared at him for a while, then nodded, "Go."

.....

The Lingling Formation is located at the rear of Qifeng Mountain, where the Haoran Immortal Mansion keeps the undead. For so many years, he has never stepped into it once.

The trees in the forest are lush and simple, with a thin layer of mist lingering on the branches. The flourishing branches and leaves block most of the light. The surroundings are dark and the air is very humid. After passing one or two light spots where the soul power gathered, the path meanders through it.

He stood in front of a new stele that was different from the surrounding steles that had been eroded by wind and frost. His light blue shirt was pulled up by the wind, so out of place with the lifeless forest.

The gray light fell on the fair face, and the blackness in his eyes was as dark as an abyss. He stared at every word on the tablet with his silent and profound eyes. After a while, he took out a piece of white satin from his arms and tied it on his forehead. Kneel before the stele.

"Daddy, Qinghe is late."