The man in Tsing Yi looked at Qin Yan, snorted disdainfully, and grinned: "I am Situ Qing, follow the master to travel here." "

Situ Qing?

Qin Yan frowned, and his heart became more and more nervous.

This Situ Qing has reached the realm of the Eighth Rank Xuan Immortal, so most of this guy's master is the powerful person behind him, and the lowest is the level of the Immortal King.

Qin Yan was speechless, thinking about the next countermeasures.

When encountering such a terrifying guy, all the tricks will not play any role.

"Huh. Are you scared?"

Situ Qing took a step and walked towards Qin Yan, and then said, "Young man, I advise you to hand over the sheep dung eggs, otherwise Lao Tzu can slap you to ashes." "

Qin Yan's face changed drastically, and he felt the killing intent of the other party.

He stepped back again and again, and said in a deep voice: "I don't mean to offend, it's just a coincidence that I came here, as long as you tell the secret of this sheep dung egg, I will hand it over, how about it?"

Qin Yan is right on this thing. There was a great deal of interest.

Situ Qing pursed his lips and said with murderous intent: "What kind of thing are you, and you deserve to know the secret of sheep dung eggs?"

With one move, he released a cyclone, only to see a piece of grass on the ground, cutting off on its own. It turned into a sharp green light and fell into his hand.

"Boy, you can pick up sheep dung eggs, it's not easy to listen, if you can take a piece of my grass attack, I can answer your question, if you can't take it, you can only kill yourself. "

Situ Qing's face was indifferent, as if he was playing Qin Yan.

Qin Yan's expression was solemn, and in the face of such a powerful powerhouse, he didn't dare to have the slightest carelessness.

He nodded, took out the Seven-Star Dragon Yuan Sword, and swung it forward, releasing a black sword net, enveloping himself, which could play a protective role.

"The sword rises. "

Situ Qing pursed his lips and blew softly.

I saw the green grass flying into the air, and there was a sound of sword roaring, circling a few times, and slashing towards Qin Yan.

Qin Yan pinched his handprints with both hands, and a trace of jealousy appeared on his face.

Although it is a piece of grass, this Situ Qing's immortal technique is very good, you don't need to think about it, you must follow the cultivation of the powerful, and the means of attack are old and spicy, and the power is overwhelming.

Qin Yan's handprint was formed, and the sword nets around him lit up.

Poof!

The grass fell, and the momentum was like a bamboo, directly smashing the sword net.

Qin Yan had already prepared. The seven-star dragon abyss sword in his hand swung again, this time with a gentle power.

"The sword rises from the sky!"

The majestic water attribute breath, crazy appearance.

Like a babbling stream, it was endless, and although it touched the grass, it was cut open, but it quickly recovered, and it was repeated several times, and it began to stalemate with the grass.

"Huh?"

"At such a young age, do you have such control to overcome rigidity with softness?"

Situ Qing frowned slightly, revealing a look of surprise.

Qin Yan was speechless, with a little sadness in his heart, if he was at his peak, an opponent like this would be able to kill hundreds or thousands of people with a single slap.

That is, he was down, and he recovered to his peak strength, so he let such a little Luo Luo be bullied.

However, he believed that one day, he would regain his rank of the mighty, even beyond his previous realm.

"Open it for me!"

Situ Qing let out a low roar, feeling that he had already lost face by not killing Qin Yan in seconds.

The green grass bloomed and became even more aggressive, instantly penetrating the thin aura and slashing heavily on Qin Yan's body.

Qin Yan flew out upside down and fell to the ground.

He clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood. The face is a little ugly.

This is the most terrifying enemy he has encountered in the immortal realm, not because he is too weak, but because the cultivation time is too short.

Jiupin Heavenly Immortals, after all, are not Xuan Immortals.

If he becomes a Xuan Immortal, he can have the confidence to defeat Situ Qing.

"Not dead?"

Situ Qing's face tightened, and he actually let Qin Yan bear it.

Qin Yan stood up, his body was covered with fine scales, coupled with the defensive power of the black dragon robe, as well as the effect of the desolate body, Qin Yan's injuries were not very serious.

Li Zhenhuai stepped forward, blocked in front of Qin Yan, and said to Situ Qing: "You just said that as long as Brother Yan takes a piece of grass, he can let us go, doesn't talking count?"

The voice fell.

Situ Qing's smile was even stronger, and he said lightly: "Hehe, I'm afraid you heard it wrong, what I just said is that as long as you can take my grass and answer questions, I don't want to let you go, because only the mouth of a dead man is the strictest." "

Qin Yan's expression froze. said: "Then you can say it." "