Seeing that Wen Feilong was about to be beaten to death by Xia Yu, Sun Qilin couldn't help but roar: "Stop!"

Xia Yu glared at Sun Qilin, without the slightest intention of stopping.

Sun Qilin was furious and wanted to attack Xia Yu, but Li Yueran and several other Vermilion Bird Sect disciples stepped forward and blocked Sun Qilin.

After all, the Qinglong Sect is a guest, and the person who killed them is not easy to explain.

Jiang Songling said: "Xia Yu, okay, don't fight." ”

Xia Yu stopped, Wen Feilong had been beaten by him, and his flesh and blood were blurred, and he couldn't see the human form.

Xia Yu grabbed Wen Feilong and threw it casually, like garbage, in front of Sun Qilin. Several disciples of the Blue Dragon Sect hurriedly stepped forward and carried Wen Feilong down.

Sun Qilin looked at Xia Yu and thought to himself, this son must be eliminated, if he is full-fledged, it will be difficult for my Qinglong Sect to annex the Vermilion Bird Sect again.

Xia Yu saved the dignity of the Vermilion Bird Sect, Jiang Songling was very happy, walked in front of Xia Yu, patted Xia Yu affectionately, and said, "Good job, you are the pride of our Vermilion Bird Sect." ”

Xia Yu smiled slightly and said, "The sect master has won the award, as a disciple of the Vermilion Bird Sect, someone came to the Vermilion Bird Sect to make trouble, so naturally I can't get used to him." ”

As he spoke, Xia Yu glanced at Sun Qilin with a sharp gaze.

Sun Qilin's face looked as if he had eaten dog shit, and said, "Senior Brother Jiang, let the disciples learn from each other again." ”

Sun Qilin felt embarrassed and wanted to get the field back, Jiang Songling didn't want to entangle with him, and said: "Let's learn, it's over, let's stop today." ”

Sun Qilin was in a hurry, so he simply tore off the disguised mask and said, "Senior Brother Jiang, your disciples of the Vermilion Bird Sect are lucky enough to win a game, so you can't compare, isn't this kind?"

Jiang Songling glared at Sun Qilin, and there was anger in his heart.

The disciples of the Vermilion Bird Sect next to him shouted, "Sect Master, let's compare with him, if he doesn't accept it, let's fight him until he is convinced!"

Jiang Songling thought to himself, it would be good to take this opportunity to combat the arrogance of the Qinglong Sect, and let the Qinglong Sect know that the Vermilion Bird Sect is not a soft persimmon, and it is not so easy to pinch.

Jiang Songling said: "Okay, the master is as he pleases, what does Senior Brother Sun want to try, let's say." ”

Sun Qilin said: "This second round of competition is simple, fighting with fists and feet on the ground. ”

In the air, many Vermilion Bird Sect disciples were not good at flying martial arts, but on the ground, the Vermilion Bird Sect disciples were not afraid, and they were eager to try one by one, shouting: "Come on, let's compete now." ”

Sun Qilin turned around and waved his hand, and said, "Ying Long, learn from the junior disciples of the Vermilion Bird Sect. ”

A dark disciple of the Blue Dragon Sect walked out, this disciple's name was Yang Yinglong, and he was ranked eighth among the Proud Nine Dragons.

A disciple of the Vermilion Bird Sect named Zhang Cheng observed that Yang Yinglong was a dual cultivator of the Qi Martial Realm, which was comparable to his cultivation.

Zhang Cheng shouted: "Sect Master, I'll come to learn from him." ”

Zhang Cheng was aggressive, walked to the open space, and glared at Yang Yinglong. Yang Yinglong looked at Zhang Cheng, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Cheng put on a posture, his true qi was like a raging fire, blooming all around him, and shouted at Yang Yinglong: "Come on, let me see how capable you people of the Blue Dragon Sect are." ”

Yang Yinglong smiled so weirdly, looked at Zhang Cheng, didn't say a word, and the true qi in his body was not released.

Everyone in the Vermilion Bird Sect looked at Yang Yinglong and felt strange, thinking to themselves, what does this guy mean, is he making a fool of himself?

Zhang Cheng shouted: "Look at the move!" With the momentum of the tiger going down the mountain and the dragon going out to sea, he rushed towards Yang Yinglong.

Yang Yinglong stood there, and suddenly, a pair of eyes became blood-red, flashing with light, staring at Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng and Yang Yinglong's blood-red eyes looked at each other for a moment, and suddenly, he felt that the space around him changed, and he came to an isolated island, surrounded by hot magma, surging like a surging river.

"What's going on, where is this?" Zhang Cheng shouted as he stood on a small isolated island, looking at the surging magma around him.

Suddenly, a few rays of light flashed in the air, and several demons and monsters appeared, and these demons and monsters had hideous faces and surrounded Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng was furious, swung his fist, and hit these demons and monsters, punching one of them in the chest.

The demon turned into a shadow of light, flashed, and vanished.

Zhang Cheng was about to turn around to deal with another demon and monster, when a scene that shocked him appeared. He killed a demon and a monster, and two more flashes of light flashed in the air, and two more demons and monsters appeared.

Zhang Cheng faced these demons and monsters and tried his best to fight them. As a result, one of the demons and monsters fell, and two demons and monsters stood up, and the demons and monsters fought more and more, and soon the small island was crowded.

The demons and monsters surrounded Zhang Cheng from all directions, Zhang Cheng was full of despair, he didn't want to die in the hands of these demons and monsters, he raised his slap, hit his head, and slapped it hard.

Everyone watched Zhang Cheng rush towards Yang Yinglong, rushing halfway, Zhang Cheng suddenly stopped, and then his face was full of pain, gritting his teeth and grabbing his hair, as if he was going crazy.

In the end, Zhang Cheng actually raised his slap and slapped it on his head, slapping himself to death.

Zhang Cheng fell to the ground and died, and he slapped himself to death, and everyone in the Vermilion Bird Sect was dumbfounded.

Sun Qilin laughed proudly and said, "Oh, this disciple is really short-tempered, and he doesn't have to be ashamed to commit suicide if his skills are not as good as others." ”

Zhang Cheng died, Sun Qilin was still talking cool words in that yin and yang weirdness, and everyone in the Vermilion Bird Sect looked at Sun Qilin, and their eyes were about to erupt with fire.

Sun Qilin said: "If you have the guts, you can continue to fight with Ying Long. ”

A disciple of the Vermilion Bird Sect named Li Jie jumped out and said, "I'll come to learn from him." ”

Li Jie ranked fifth among the eighteen generals of Suzaku and was also a powerful character, but the scene that happened to Zhang Cheng just now was too weird, Jiang Songling was still worried, and said: "Li Jie, you must be careful. ”

"Sect Master, I know," Li Jie walked in front of Yang Yinglong and said, "Don't play tricks on the sidelines, let's fight openly." ”

Yang Yinglong glanced at Li Jie, his face full of mockery.

Li Jie was furious, clenched his fists and was about to hit Yang Yinglong, at this time, Yang Yinglong's eyes became blood-red again, flashing red, and looked at Li Jie.

Li Jie and Yang Yinglong glanced at each other, and they felt that there was a force that was about to invade his divine consciousness, and he hurriedly stepped back, closing his eyes, trying to drive this power out of his divine consciousness.

Everyone saw Li Jie holding his head, screaming in pain, inexplicable, and asked, "Li Jie, what's wrong with you?"

Li Jie couldn't speak, his face was red, his ears were red, his muscles were bursting out, he struggled for a long time, poofed, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, he opened his eyes, and his body fell backwards.

Several Vermilion Bird Sect disciples hurriedly stepped forward to support Li Jie and asked, "Senior Brother Li, what's wrong with you?"

Li Jie gasped for breath and said, "I'm fine, this guy uses evil magic to invade my divine sense." ”

Li Jie's fingers were like blades, pointing at Yang Yinglong.

The people of the Vermilion Bird Sect were furious and shouted: "Your Qinglong Sect has the title of a famous and decent family, and your disciples actually practice evil arts, aren't you afraid that they will spread it and lose the face of our four sects in Jizhou?"

Yang Yinglong didn't care, and said: "What is evil art? I practice this pupil technique, you can't beat me, just find some high-sounding reasons to attack me here, it should be you who should be ashamed, there is a huge sect, and there is no one who can fight with me." ”

Being so provoked by Yang Yinglong, those young and vigorous Vermilion Bird Sect disciples jumped up one after another, wanting to step forward and fight Yang Yinglong to the death.

Li Jie waved his hand and said, "Don't be impulsive, his pupil technique is very weird, and you are not his opponent." ”

Li Jie's cultivation is profound, so he only spit out a mouthful of blood, otherwise, he would have been like Zhang Cheng, his mind was in turmoil, and he committed suicide and died.

Everyone in the Vermilion Bird Sect looked at Yang Yinglong and was furious, but they were helpless.

At this time, Xia Yu raised his arm and said, "That kid with pink eye, I'll fight you." ”

Jiang Songling frowned and looked at Xia Yu, he didn't want Xia Yu to fight with Yang Yinglong.

Xia Yu can now be said to be as important a disciple as Dou Xian and Wen Chou, and he is the star of hope of the Vermilion Bird Sect, and Jiang Songling wants to protect him and cultivate him.

Yang Yinglong's pupil technique is very weird, although Xia Yu has strong combat effectiveness, but he may not be able to cope with Yang Yinglong's pupil technique, in case there is a mistake, the loss of the Vermilion Bird Sect will be great.

Xia Yu smiled slightly and said, "Sect Master, don't worry, this guy is nothing more than cultivating psychedelic eyes." ”

Yang Yinglong was stunned for a moment, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and said, "Do you still know psychedelic eyes?"

Xia Yu looked at Yang Yinglong like an idiot and said, "Do you think your psychedelic eye is very powerful? Among the many pupil techniques, your psychedelic eye is the most rubbish." ”

Yang Yinglong was angry, gritted his teeth, and said, "Boy, don't be arrogant, I'll let you see the power of my psychedelic eyes in a while!"

Jiang Songling asked, "How do you crack this psychedelic eye?"

Although Jiang Songling was the sect master of the Vermilion Bird Sect, he had really never heard of the pupil technique of psychedelic eyes, and he humbly asked Xia Yu for advice like a primary school student.

Xia Yu was a hero in his previous life, roaming the world, roaming Kyushu, and seeing more weird martial arts, and his little psychedelic eyes are really nothing.

Xia Yu said: "This psychedelic eye is very easy to deal with, as long as you don't look at his eyes, he will be out of line." ”

Xia Yu took out a piece of cloth, blindfolded him, and walked forward.

Yang Yinglong sneered and said, "Boy, do you think that if you blindfold you, I will take you for nothing? ”

Yang Yinglong clenched his fists, and a surging true qi on his body rose to the sky.