"Then pay for your life!"

The old man actually shot directly, and slapped out a palm that was wrapped in the wind of slaughter.

Deacon Yan and Master Huang were unexpected, they could only watch the old man make a move, Long Qianqing was already ready, and holding the Xuanlong Spear with both hands was a sweep.

"Damn the heart!"

Su Daoyang behind him was also not idle, his mental strength was surging in his body, and seizing the opportunity would be a fierce blow.

"Stop!"

When the two sides were tense, a peaceful voice sounded in everyone's minds, penetrating the soul.

Su Daoyang felt that the heart-destroying arrow he was condensing was unexpectedly interrupted, and his heart was shocked, and his eyes fell on the old man in the green robe who was walking slowly.

The old man of the Crazy Lion Tribe obviously didn't want to let go of Long Qianqing and Su Daoyang, and because his realm was higher, he was more resistant to the words of the old man in the green robe, so he wanted to strike again right now.

Seeing this, Deacon Yan and Master Huang looked weird, and they understood that someone might be in trouble.

Sure enough, there was a trace of anger on the face of the old man in the green robe, and he said: "It seems that after not making a move for many years, the world has long forgotten the majesty that my Qinglian Sword Venerable once had." ”

The old man in the green robe flicked his sleeves at the man from the Wild Lion Tribe as he spoke, only to see thousands of spiritual power swords come out of thin air and burst towards the person who shot at the Madly Lion Tribe.

"Qinglian Sword Venerable!"

The man from the Wild Lion Tribe looked like he had seen a ghost, and he actually stopped his body stiffly, but the old man in the green robe obviously didn't want to let him go so simply, and the sword of thousands of spiritual power shot at him, and he was trapped in an instant by a field composed entirely of swords, and he couldn't move at all.

"It's Qinglian Sword Venerable!" someone exclaimed.

All the attackers did not dare to make another attempt, and then a man with a bitter expression walked out of the front of the Wild Lion Tribe.

"Elder Song has no intention of offending, and I hope that the city lord's subordinates will show mercy!" the man said respectfully, glancing at Song Hua fiercely.

"Who are you?" Qinglian Sword Venerable didn't buy it, and asked coldly.

The man smiled awkwardly and said, "Kid Jiang Feicheng is ranked third among the children of the Crazy Lion Tribe!"

Jiang Feicheng lowered his posture very low, and when he heard the name of Qinglian Sword Venerable, he understood who the person in front of him was, the city lord of the Seventy Floating City, that was a strong man who had existed since the totem era, not to mention Song Hua's half-step divine photo, even if the real divine photo came, he would have to lie on his stomach.

"Crazy Lion Tribe!" Qinglian Sword Venerable snorted coldly and said, "Even Jiang Lixing didn't dare to ignore my words when he came here, who gave you the courage to kill people in front of me." ”

Qinglian Sword Venerable's killing intent that was almost condensed into substance enveloped Song Hua, Song Hua's mind collapsed instantly when he saw it, and his knees began to tremble, there were not many fools who could cultivate to this realm, and naturally knew how terrifying the person in front of him was. And as a person of the Crazy Lion Tribe, he doesn't know who Jiang Lixing is, and that is the contemporary patriarch of the Crazy Lion Tribe.

"Lord of the City, I don't know Mount Tai with my eyes, I'll kneel down for you, don't kill me!" Song Hua collapsed directly.

"Hmph!" Qinglian Sword Venerable flicked his sleeves again, and the huge sword domain dissipated, leaving Song Hua to collapse to the ground softly.

"Thank you, Lord City Lord!" Jiang Feicheng sincerely thanked him, and then presented a box made of hundred-year-old agarwood with both hands, and said: "I heard that Lord City Lord has a hobby of collecting formation treasures, which the kid got by accident, and I hereby honor my seniors." ”

As the so-called stretching out his hand and not hitting the smiling person, this Jiang Feicheng was respectful throughout the whole process, and Qinglian Jianzun was not good at posing as if he was rejecting people thousands of miles away, took the agarwood box, and said: "I accepted the gift, but I will still take care of the matter, it was the children of your Crazy Lion Tribe who led people to attack and kill my guests in the Seventy Floating City, and they deserved to die! So, you all go back, it is impossible to do it here with me, otherwise it will anger me, and even the people behind you will be to blame." ”

"Naturally, our Wild Lion Tribe is sensible, Xiao Qizi's death is that his skills are not as good as others, we just want to see who it is this time!" Jiang Feicheng deliberately accentuated the three words of Mingshili.

Su Daoyang secretly rejoiced, fortunately he didn't make a move, the old man in the green robe in front of him was obviously a strong man, and he would only suffer a loss if he made a rash move.

"Everyone doesn't turn around, let's see!" Jiang Feicheng said a cruel word to Long Qianqing, and then took the people away.

The remaining people from the Blue Bird Tribe and the Dazzling Silkworm Tribe looked at each other, and finally they could only sigh a few times and retreat.

"This is the Dragon Girl, right?" Qinglian Sword Venerable walked up to Long Qianqing and said in surprise: "Hey, why did you lose so much qi and blood?"

After speaking, Qinglian Sword Venerable moved his gaze to Su Daoyang, and he felt the power of the same origin as Long Qianqing's bloodline from the mask man's body, but he didn't say much.

"Thank you, seniors, for breaking the siege! The battle just now caused a shock in qi and blood, so there was a false appearance of a loss of qi and blood. Long Qianqing generously made a junior salute, this senior had already helped her when she was in the glazed stone workshop before.

"Haha, it's not a matter of breaking the siege or not breaking the siege, this is the rule of the Seventy Floating City, not to mention a few cubs of the Wild Lion Tribe, even if his ancestor comes, I will beat him into a dead dog!" Qinglian Jianzun stroked his beard and smiled, "But I am also responsible for today's matter, otherwise it will be like this! You go back to the City Lord's Mansion with me, there is a good elixir in my mansion, which is enough to make up for your loss of qi and blood! Don't underestimate the loss of qi and blood, this will hurt the foundation." ”

"How can I trouble you!" Long Qianqing hurriedly shook his head and refused.

"It's been a long time since such an interesting young man has come to Seventy Floating City, how about going to have a cup of tea with the old man!" Qinglian Sword Venerable looked at Long Qianqing, his eyes full of appreciation.

Long Qianqing glanced back at Su Daoyang, only to see Su Daoyang bowing slightly, the strength of this Qinglian Sword Venerable is here, if you really deceive them, you won't use such inferior means, wouldn't it be simple to take them away directly.

"Then it's a nag senior!" Long Qianqing smiled lightly.

Su Daoyang explained a few words to Tie Shan, and Tie Shan also returned to the City Lord's Mansion in Jiujiu Floating City alone.

"Let's go!"

Qinglian Sword Venerable put one hand on Long Qianqing's shoulder, and the other hand on Su Daoyang's shoulder, only to see that the things in front of him were fluttering for a while, but when the picture stabilized again, it had already transformed into another scene.

"Welcome to the old man's house!"

Qinglian Jianzun let go of his hand, and with a wave of his hand, a half-person-high wooden round table fell among the three of them, and three quaint futons slowly fell.

"Sit down, you're welcome!"

Su Daoyang looked at the City Lord's Mansion in front of him in surprise, this was very different from the City Lord's Mansion he imagined, if he wasn't kidding, this was a thatched house of less than thirty square meters.

"Isn't it surprising!"

Qinglian Sword Venerable seemed to be able to see Su Daoyang's expression through the mask, and continued with a smile: "That kind of luxurious hall is not suitable for me, I prefer this little dilapidated house. ”

As he spoke, Qinglian Jianzun had already made a pot of tea, and he took the lead in pouring himself a cup and said, "You are still young, and it is normal for you to like the prosperity of the world, but I prefer a simple and quiet environment." ”

"Senior, do you have anything to say to me?" Long Qianqing didn't seem to like polite words very much, so he asked directly.

Qinglian Jianzun just smiled faintly, poured a cup of tea and slowly pushed it in front of Long Qianqing, "Don't be restrained, you don't need to be called by your predecessors, here we are just friends who taste tea!"

"Young man, you said yes!" Qinglian Jianzun pushed a cup of tea to Su Daoyang, "An old friend came to visit before, and said that I would help a girl." ”

"Old friend?" Long Qianqing didn't have anyone in his mind who could match this image.

"You don't know it, I don't know that old ghost well, it's just a few fights!" Qinglian Sword Venerable seemed to remember the things of his youth when he said this, and his expression was full of memories.

"Aren't you going to take off your mask, young man?"

Just when Su Daoyang and Long Qianqing didn't know how to answer, Qinglian Jianzun spoke, Su Daoyang had no choice but to take off his mask, smiled, and said, "Because there are more enemies, don't be surprised by your predecessors." ”

"This mask can still hide a few points under the divine light, but it can easily see through the disguise above the divine light. Qinglian Sword Venerable pointed.

Su Daoyang naturally knew this, this mask was originally a magic weapon that did not enter the stream.

"Gollum!"

Su Daoyang took the tea and drank it all like a cow drinking water, tasting the taste on the tip of his tongue, "It doesn't taste very good, but there is a refreshing feeling when you drink it!"

"Haha! You kid is the first person to say that my tea doesn't taste good!" Qinglian Jianzun stroked his beard and laughed, "How about another cup!"

"Well, then I'll have another drink! I'll taste it this time. "Su Daoyang is telling the truth, the taste is really not good.

"This tea is also known as sword tea, and each tea leaf contains a powerful sword intent! Qinglian Jianzun said very casually, picked up the teapot and filled it to Su Daoyang again.

"The old man loves two swords all his life, the first sword is sword intent, and the second sword is sword tea!"

Su Daoyang's expression was much more solemn, an unfathomable powerhouse who was fond of Jian Ming naturally had his uniqueness.

"Taste the tea first, then speak!"

Qinglian Jianzun motioned for the two to drink tea, and began to slowly taste the flavor.

Long Qianqing and Su Daoyang glanced at each other and began to drink their own tea.

Long Qianqing's eyebrows frowned slightly after drinking it, and the past events of the past seven years rushed out of her heart like a spring, and she subconsciously spit it out, Qinglian Sword Venerable did not say anything because of Long Qianqing's rude actions, and still tasted tea calmly.

"Is this me?" Long Qianqing was stunned for a moment, picked up the tea again and drank it, this time she closed her eyes and swallowed the tea, and did not spit it out again, but there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

"People are like swords, and they have to go through a lot of tempering to show their edge, and the past will dissipate with the wind, and the future will be better. Qinglian Sword Venerable looked at Long Qianqing and said.

Su Daoyang looked at the floating tea leaves in the cup and fell into deep thought, life is not like the tea leaves in the cup, a light blow is a earth-shaking.

"I don't drink this cup of tea, I understand my own way!" Su Daoyang slowly put down the cup, his eyes full of determination.

"Okay, since you don't drink sword tea, then the old man will let you see my other sword. Qinglian Sword Venerable didn't show any signs of anger, he just got up slowly, took down a wooden sword from the wall behind him, and said, "I see that you have never used a sword, but it doesn't matter, all weapons in the world have the same end." My sword is the one I am most proud of, and you are optimistic about it. ”

When the words fell, the whole thatched house fell into a wonderful realm, a realm that was in the sword domain but did not have the slightest intention of killing, sharp and gentle contradictory but closely linked.

"Here comes the sword!"

Qinglian Jianzun drank lightly, in Su Daoyang's eyes, at this moment, Qinglian Jianzun seemed to have become a sword in his hand, although it was a wooden sword, it was full of edge, it was not the edge of a wooden sword, but a kind of sword intent, a kind of sword heart.

"Daddy!" Su Daoyang's mind suddenly had an extra figure, this sword intent he had only seen in one person, it was the figure in his mind at this moment, calm as the wind, restless as a sword.

"Broken Knife!"