"Up!"

A low burst of shouting came out of Yan Yun's mouth, and the green tendons on his forehead burst into several pieces.

Fortunately, the bloodthirsty knife slowly left the ground.

Yan Yun was surprised to find that this seemingly ordinary knife was actually a little heavy, even according to his physical strength, he could only barely pull the knife out of the ground.

The panting Yan Yun dragged the knife, and after glancing at Feng Haobei on the bed, he turned around and slowly left the inner hall.

Feng Yubei, who was originally silent, showed an ugly sneer at the corner of his mouth.

After Yan Yun walked out of the inner hall, he took a look at the surrounding terrain and then walked towards the wall on one side.

But he didn't want to, this was only a hundred steps away, but it made him more and more difficult to walk, and the spirit knife in his hand became heavier and heavier.

Yan Yun was only focused on the knife, but he didn't notice that every time he took a step, there would be a trace of imperceptible blood qi in the long knife in his hand invading his body.

The originally clear eyes have begun to become a little cloudy, and there is a trace of white frost in the black hair.

When Yan Yun finally came to the bottom of the wall, he found that he no longer had the strength to jump over the wall in front of him, which was not very high.

"Why bother?"

A cold voice came from behind, and Yan Yun didn't even have the strength to turn his head at the moment.

In just a few breaths, a sturdy cultivator had turned into a dying old man.

Feng Haobei waved his hand lightly, and the blood-drinking knife instantly broke free of Yan Yun's hand and landed in Feng Haobei's palm.

This knife, among the people Feng Haobei has seen, except for Tang Ming who seems to have nothing to do with it, even Lu Junfeng does not dare to touch it easily.

The Blood Drinking Knife was originally a demon soldier, and the bloody aura around his body was not something that ordinary people could bear, which could be seen from Yan Yun's rapidly passing vitality.

Feng Haobei turned around, ignoring Yan Yun, who was already silent, and dragged the knife towards the door.

When Tang Ming came to the gate, he saw a stump and a broken arm, Han Daxiong with a heavy sword, standing in the middle with a pale face.

Lu Junfeng stood at the door, Feng Haobei stood behind Lu Junfeng, Qin Ruoxue squatted on the ground, buried her head in her knees, and cried silently.

"Well, it's all in the past. ”

Tang Ming came to Qin Ruoxue's side, gently patted Qin Ruoxue's shoulder, and then glared at Han Daxiong.

Han Daxiong was a little inexplicable by Tang Ming's glare, but now was not the time to ask.

"Caught up?"

Feng Haobei still had the same wooden look, but there was an indescribable momentum between his eyebrows.

"Yes, it's just a trap, but there's no room for us to excuse ourselves!"

Tang Ming nodded, he naturally knew that Xiao Bieli's figure at the beginning would definitely not be able to hide from Feng Haobei.

Although his mind was controlled by the bloodline at that time, he was still quite clear about everything that was happening around him.

"What should I do next? Zongmen, or Imperial Dynasty?"

Feng Xiaobei didn't say much, but every word was to the point.

"The Emperor of People came out, the world was peaceful, Xiao Bieli really ended up in a big game of chess!"

Tang Ming sighed, even in his heyday, when he met someone like Xiao Bieli, he would probably hate him.

At some moments, cultivation can be arrogant, but the wrist and brain can bring all this infinitely closer.

Just like him now, he hates being used the most, but after learning about everything, he was willingly used, and I have to say that Xiao Farewell's means are really powerful.

"Patriarch, this is what you want...... Break the connection between the cultivator and the world?"

Although Lu Junfeng doesn't know much, he can also get a glimpse of it from the words of the two.

"The Emperor of People is coming, does it mean that Hua Xu's kid is coming from the snow field?"

Only Han Daxiong looked at the three of them with a confused face, and said something that made the three of them roll their eyes violently.

This guy is sometimes treacherous and confusing, and sometimes his head is funny.

......

On the second day, when all the sect elders came to Sima Qingyun's mansion, their faces were not very good-looking.

"Guys, things have taken an unexpected turn, and our plans may be ahead of schedule!"

Sima Qingyun also had a hint of gloom on his face, Yan Yun never returned last night, presumably like the disciples of other sects, he was more than lucky.

"What kind of person is it that eats the bear's heart and leopard's gall and dares to attack the people of our sect?"

Some of the elders stood up in confusion, in this world, there were still people who dared to challenge the authority of their sect in such a way.

"Could it be Xiao Farewell?"

Ren Wuyang frowned, according to his understanding, the people who could solve all the sect disciples within their perception, except for Xiao Bieli, no one else had that ability.

"If it's really Xiao Farewell, then we have to discuss it well. ”

As soon as the other elders heard Ren Wuyang's words, they immediately frowned, and they didn't care about a Xiao farewell.

But the most aggrieved thing now is that Xiao Bieli is in the dark, they are in the light, and Xiao Bieli wants to create some trouble for them, which is as easy as a hand.

"Everyone, don't forget, among the disciples we sent to Yunmiao Immortal Island, someone reported that among the disciples of the academy, there are a few disciples of the academy whose cultivation talent is beyond imagination, if it is them, ......"

Sima Qingyun glanced at these sect elders lightly, and then said lightly.

Everyone was shocked, but those disciples had such a message, but they didn't take it to heart.

Among the schools, there are only a few people with the highest cultivation, and they are all cultivators in the middle of the human Xuan Dynasty, which is on par with the elders of ordinary sects.

And in their understanding, no matter how powerful the disciples who have cultivated and taught in this way, how powerful can they be?

"However, according to what the disciples who came back said, they should still be in the secret realm of Yunmiao Immortal Island at this moment!"

One of the elders stood up and said, and the others nodded in agreement.

"I just received the spiritual message from the sect yesterday, and all the disciples who went to Yunmiao Immortal Island have all returned. ”

Sima Qingyun narrowed his eyes slightly, he didn't make any moves after Yan Yun's disappearance, it was for this reason.

"So, the place where the vision occurred yesterday is the place where the disciples of those schools gathered?"

Ren Wuyang was stunned for a moment, and then reacted.

"Yes, so in order to avoid complications, I think we should focus on the big picture. ”

Sima Qingyun glanced at all the elders lightly, he already knew about the matter of the human emperor's race, and he vaguely noticed that the girl in the imperial city was not simple.

"Come on, let Xiao Zhantian come here to see me!"

Sima Qingyun shouted outside the hall, and immediately a disciple went to Xiao Zhantian's residence.

A moment later, the one-armed Xiao Zhantian appeared on the main hall, looking at the elders with an indifferent expression.

"Xiao Zhantian, we plan to make a move today, the person I want, have you ever been ready?"

Sima Qingyun stared at Xiao Zhantian, he now felt more and more that the Imperial Dynasty was really a threat to the sect that could not be ignored.

Although the strength of the sect is far greater than that of the imperial dynasty, the bearing and scheming of the people in the imperial dynasty made him, the Supreme Elder, feel inexplicable jealousy.

"Naturally, they have been in my mansion all along, since they will do it today, then please go to the elders in person!"

Xiao Zhantian looked around at the elders around him who were looking at him with their nostrils, and a sneer broke out in his heart.

"Presumptuous! What kind of identity are we, how can we make a quick move for the sake of a female baby? Xiao Zhantian, you are too self-conscious!"

"That's it, it's just a dynasty, and we still need to do it ourselves, so where will the face of our sect go?"

After listening to Xiao Zhantian's suggestion, the elders immediately became furious.

What is their identity? They are all admired beings in the sect, how can they easily deal with a female baby?

Besides, this kind of thing is somewhat disgraceful.

Ren Wuyang sneered, looking at those pretentious elders, his eyes full of disdain.

If they knew the roots and talents of the girl hiding in the imperial city, could they still hold their own identities so much?

"Okay, don't talk about it, this matter is very important, there is no room for mistakes, I will go to the imperial city in person!"

Just when the elders were arguing, Sima Qingyun slowly stood up, he was all out of the horse, and the others obviously had nothing to say anymore.

A moment later, Zhou Zhen stood in front of everyone with two yellow-faced and thin-skinned men.

Although Han Erye was afraid, the people whose necks were buried in the soil did not have too much fear.

And Han Zhuang, after seeing these immortal wind and bone guys, a trace of undisguised anger flashed between his expressions.

It seems that he has a bitter hatred for cultivators, which is rare in the world.

"Is that them?"

Sima Qingyun looked at the two mortals standing in the main hall and asked condescendingly.

"Hui Yu Immortal Chief, it is the two of them, the middle-aged name is Han Zhuang, who is Han Xiaoyu's biological father, and that old thing is in the same vein as them. ”

Zhou Zhen prostrate on the ground and replied loudly, as long as he can step into the ranks of cultivators again, he can gladly accept whatever price he pays.

"Oh, Han Xiaoyu's biological father?"

Sima Qingyun looked at Han Zhuang in some surprise, this middle-aged man was really a little too ordinary, but he didn't seem so ordinary.

"Yes, Immortal Chief, their father and daughter have always relied on each other, and with him in hand, they are not afraid that Han Xiaoyu will not come out!"

Zhou Zhen's face flashed flushed, revenge was avenged, his dream came true, he didn't expect all this to come at the same time.

"Good!"

Sima Qingyun stared at Han Zhuang, he vaguely saw something from this man, but he couldn't remember it.

"Elder Qiqi, Xiao Long asks to see you!"

At this moment, a sect disciple walked into the main hall and bowed down to Sima Qingyun above the main hall and said.

"Let him in!"

Sima Qingyun's eyes lit up, and then he glanced meaningfully at the two people standing in the hall.

A moment later, Xiao Long walked into the main hall, followed by a jeweled woman.

"Xiao Long, see all the immortal elders!"

Xiao Long was still wearing a bright yellow python robe, standing on top of the main hall with a flattering expression.

"Xiaohuan?!"

Second Master Han, who originally looked indifferent, suddenly exclaimed after seeing the woman behind Xiao Long.

And when he shouted, Sima Qingyun, who was standing on top of the main hall, showed a sneer.

Since Han Xiaohuan is Han Xiaoyu's clansman, she must also have an inseparable relationship with these two people.

"Grandpa, why are you here?"

Han Xiaoyu turned around, and when he looked at the yellow-faced and thin-skinned old man, there was not a surprise in his eyes, but a trace of panicked fear in his eyes.