Ye Qinghan swung it out casually, and the three flying swords were actually controlled by him in a short period of time, and four streamers of light continued to rotate around his body. With his hands behind his back, he looked coldly at the pavilion on the top of the mountain, and said lightly: "Now, is there anyone who can speak human words?"

"Array! Kill!" The cold shout came from the mountain, and as the slightly cold voice fell, eighteen middle-aged men wearing Taoist robes held long swords and volleyed in the air from all directions. When these eighteen people were still far away from Ye Qinghan, they had already formed a formation, and the long sword waved, and the sword light weaved into a large net, enveloping Ye Qinghan's whole body.

"Since you are bent on death, then I will fulfill you!" Ye Qinghan frowned slightly, pinched the trick with one hand, and the four flying swords let out a clear long roar, and disappeared from him in the blink of an eye, hiding in the thick fog. And the sword finger of his other hand did not stop, and the invisible sword qi burst out in all directions.

The crisp sound of clanging is like a pearl falling on a jade plate, and it is extremely crisp and reverberates in the mountains. In just the blink of an eye, the eighteen middle-aged men in Dao robes were light in their hands, and only one hilt of the long sword was left in their hands. The few people who were originally calm just wanted to turn around and retreat, only to feel a breeze blowing through their throats, and the volley figure fell to the ground like a meteorite.

"Thief, you are so ruthless!" An angry roar sounded from the top of the mountain, and four white-robed figures fell straight down from the sky, the terrifying wind made the mist roll indiscriminately, and the four of them rushed towards Ye Qinghan in a frenzy.

"Do you finally know that it hurts?" Ye Qing smiled coldly. Those black trench coats were beaten by him, with countless casualties, and several people on the top of the mountain were indifferent, because those people themselves were cannon fodder, and they just wanted to be able to consume some of Ye Qinghan's strength. However, this middle-aged Dao robe holding a long sword has already been able to rise in the air, and according to the martial arts realm, it is at least an innate cultivation. No matter how deep the background of the hidden gate is, how can it not make a few people at the top of the mountain feel pain if it loses eighteen such masters at one time.

"Shaft, die!" The roar shook the eardrums, and several people came to Ye Qinghan in the blink of an eye, and several people who were also in the air waved their palms and feet rapidly, and the invisible energy was drumming, and several air-splitting energy slammed towards Ye Qinghan's body with great speed.

"Fools who don't know whether to live or die!" Ye Qinghan was a little anxious about the IQ of these people. He snorted coldly, the magic trick in his hand pinched, and the four hidden flying swords returned to his eyes in a flash.

"How is it possible? Control four flying swords and kill and injure more than a dozen people, how can you still have mana?" the four white-robed old men exclaimed in unison, retreating at an extremely fast speed without stopping. The four flying swords followed them like shadows, staying an inch in front of their throats, and the sharp aura made the faces of several people change miserably.

"Go back!" Several people's attention was on the flying sword in front of them, and they quickly retreated, and suddenly heard a cold cry from behind them. Before he could turn around, his back was hit by a terrifying force, and he screamed again and again, tumbling down the stone steps of a dozen stories high.

The few people who finally stopped their bodies were spurting blood from their mouths, but they didn't dare to move. The cold flying sword was close to their throats, and with a little force, they could be killed instantly.

"Haha! Ye Qinghan, do you think you have won? Do you think that the name of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate was blown out of thin air? From the first moment you entered this gate, you were already poisoned by the poison, and soon you will be poisoned to death. If you obediently hand over those Dan Fangs, and kneel in front of us to repent and admit your mistakes, we can spare your life!" The white-robed old man with a slightly chubby figure laughed hideously, looking at Ye Qinghan who was standing on the top of the mountain and roared arrogantly.

"No, you still have to hand over the inheritance exercises you have obtained, otherwise we won't let you go!" The long-bearded white-robed old man who was lying on the ground stared at the flying sword at his throat tightly, sat up slowly, looked at Ye Qinghan coldly, and shouted loudly.

"If you dare to go against the people of our Heavenly Dao Alliance, you don't know whether you are alive or dead! There is a sound of cultivation at a young age, but it is so unwise! Regrettable, pathetic!" Several people carefully controlled the distance between themselves and the flying sword, and stood up with difficulty. If it weren't for a few flying swords against his throat, if it weren't for the blood all over his body, he would have looked a bit of a master.

Ye Qinghan didn't pay attention to them, and a trace of divine thought released the people who searched for the Ten Thousand Poison Gate everywhere. These four people don't need to think about it, they are from the same sect, and judging by their methods, they are naturally not masters of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. The people of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect were extremely good at hiding, and even Ye Qinghan failed to discover his existence at the first time.

Now he is only a seventh-layer cultivator, and his divine thoughts are not strong, but there is no problem in searching for this small dam mountain. Soon, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his figure suddenly flashed to a rockery in front of the villa on the hillside, and he waved his hand and slapped it with a palm.

"Get out!" Ye Qinghan snorted coldly, the huge rockery shattered, and an old man dressed in black and dressed as a Taoist priest rushed out of the chaos of stones in embarrassment. Colorful smoke filled the sky with the old man's waving hands, and the old man took advantage of the gap between Ye Qinghan's waving hands and flew upside down suddenly.

The invisible energy was drumming, and the colorful smoke had dissipated in a moment. A few black trench coats lying not far from Ye Qinghan's feet were unlucky enough to be stained with smoke, and the sound of sneering and desperate screams sounded at the same time, and those people had turned into puddles of pus almost in the blink of an eye.

"You have already been poisoned by a strange poison, and you can't catch it yet?Waiting for the poison to attack, the gods can't save you!" The black-robed Taoist with a blue face stood still on another rockery not far away, looked at Ye Qinghan with a cold gaze, and shouted coldly.

"If the strange poison you are talking about is these fluttering white mist, I'm afraid you will be disappointed!" Ye Qinghan chuckled lightly and said lightly.

The corners of the black-robed Daoist's eyes jumped slightly, and the hands behind his back trembled obviously. However, his complexion did not change in the slightest, and he laughed and said: "You are smart! Just with you, a yellow-mouthed child, you can see through the methods of our Ten Thousand Poison Sect, isn't it a joke that my Ten Thousand Poison Sect has been inherited for thousands of years?"

"A fool is a fool, and a 10,000-year inheritance is also a fool! Since I have a strange poison in my body and can't live anymore, then I'll take you to the funeral first!" Ye Qing laughed coldly, and his outstretched palms closed one by one, and the [Spirit Binding Technique] was cast silently, and a black-robed Taoist who looked like a master of the Tao fell down from the rockery like a stake.

"Die!" As soon as the black-robed Taoist lying on the ground raised his eyes, he saw a huge paw print stepping on his face.