Nangong Huan was silent for a moment, Rao was him, and he didn't expect Su Jinxiu to kill people directly.

When the old man spoke, he still wanted to ridicule each other, saying that the disciples of their Hidden Sword Sect were such unmeasured people, did they think that everyone was like Lin Dong, he was a scholar on his face, but his methods were very ruthless, and the first few disciples were all injured by him.

Unexpectedly, Su Jinxiu was even more ruthless.

"Move!"

The old man shouted heartbreakingly, crossed Nangong Huan regardless of it, and jumped over to catch Lin Dong who fell from the sky.

No matter how sad he was, it was the Tibetan Sword Sect that won this time. Although the picture of Su Jinxiu's last sword piercing the man's heart was a bit bloody, in the eyes of the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect, it was a relief.

After all, how miserable Su Jinxiu was forced before, everyone thought she was dead!

Yan Ruyu looked at Su Jinxiu in this state with interest, her frosty hair and white eyebrows, and the cold on her face was thick, and even the sword body in her hand was frozen. Looking at the place where she had just skimmed the ground, ice crystals had also appeared.

That's right, that's a physique comparable to the Ice Spirit Root.

Su Jinxiu was not born with an ice spirit root, not even a hidden spirit root, it should have been some kind of ice attribute spirit object that made her have such a secret technique.

"Uncle Shi, she killed Lin Dong!" the disciple of the Library Pavilion cried out dissatisfiedly, although Lin Dong was ruthless before, at least he didn't cause any death. They didn't expect that this woman from the Hidden Sword Sect would not leave a way out.

"Kill her and avenge Dong'er!" The old man's gaze looked from the dead Lin Dong to Su Jinxiu in the air.

Su Jinxiu seemed to feel something, and lowered her head to look at him, without the slightest fear.

Maybe her embodiment is a kind of neither humble nor arrogant bearing in the eyes of others. However, in Yan Ruyu's eyes, it was like a thunderclap on the ground, because she was most familiar with such a gaze.

Because of her state, it is often like this!

Since her rebirth, even in the Qi Refining Period, she has not had the slightest humility or fear towards the Shangyuan Infant Cultivator, even if she is crushed by coercion, she will not bow her head.

Su Jinxiu is in this state right now.

What's going on? Yan Ruyu was very puzzled in her heart, could it be that Su Jinxiu was taken away by any power? Or was it that she had already relied on herself to have such means and confidence in just these years?

The old man was angry, thinking that Su Jinxiu was provoking him, because this was the Hidden Sword Sect, so he didn't dare to make a move.

When has the power of the infant period been so despised?

The old man was angry, and made a gesture of grasping at Su Jinxiu, and invisibly, a wave rushed towards Su Jinxiu.

The onlookers were shocked, shouted shamelessly, and actually shot at a junior. Nangong Huan's face sank over there, and he flew over, but he could only block it slightly, and the rest of his power still flew towards Su Jinxiu.

However, Su Jinxiu still didn't have the slightest fright, but her face showed a solemn expression, and she suddenly shook her head, and the strands of her long hair became very long, and she threw it towards the flying attack.

The two offset each other, the frost hair broke inch, like snow falling into the world, and the old man's offensive failed to hurt Su Jinxiu. It's just that her face is even paler.

Suddenly, his white hair became thick and black, his body was weak, and he fell from the air to the ground in a flash, knelt down on one knee, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

In this way, she is more fragile and less vicious, which is relieving.

"Senior Sister Su!"

"Senior Sister Su!"

A group of people rushed up to ask for warmth, and by the way, the old man in the library pavilion was attacked at any time.

"You really made a move on a junior, no wonder the Library Pavilion was established longer than the Hidden Sword Sect, but it is still a third-rate small sect today. With an infant elder like you, the essence of the Library Pavilion can be seen!" Nangong Huan said mockingly.

The old man didn't have the slightest hint of shame, and said lightly: "The disciple was killed, and I was furious, so I did something to make me angry. The Tibetan Sword Sect is a righteous sect, with a profound heritage, and it also looks at Nangong Daoyou Haihan. ”

Nangong Huan squinted, and his eyes were cold.

However, what the old man said was right, the Tibetan Sword Sect is a famous sect, and it is entangled with a small sect and does not settle anything. If these people retreat in the face of difficulties, it is naturally good, if not, they will have to be ruthless again.

Su Jinxiu's viciousness also played a good role in deterring.

Yan Ruyu saw this from the tree, and estimated that the scene was over after singing, and she turned around and wanted to leave. But suddenly she heard a tough laugh in the crowd, she turned around and looked, and raised her eyebrows.

What kind of bad luck did this Hidden Sword Sect take, and someone came to the door to find fault with it.

"The Tibetan Sword Sect is indeed a great sect of my Dao, and the strength of your disciples is really powerful, which makes us and others stunned. But what's the point of these petty fights, the foundation building period? Do children play at home? Why do you want a competition between the Jindan period, Fang Xiangui's heritage. ”

The leader was dressed in a brown robe, and the robe was embroidered with intricate patterns of flowing clouds and plum blossoms, with a lot of dark and cold atmosphere.

Yan Ruyu thought about it carefully, and searched for this sect in her memory, what is it called the Meiyu Sect, and it is a third-rate sect with a little-known name. However, it is worth mentioning that such a small sect established less than a thousand years ago has a deeper heritage than the so-called library pavilion.

After all, this Meiyu Sect is also a big sect among the small sects.

"What kind of good day is it today, you Meiyu Sect will also come to intervene?" Nangong Huan stood with his hands in his hands, Rao is other party was led by two Yuan Infant Monks, and he was not afraid at all, and his aura was even more stable than the opponent.

Mei Tiantian smiled and said, "Your Tibetan Sword Sect has taken up too many resources, but you have not been able to cultivate any outstanding disciples. Even Lin Dong, who was a little more outstanding in the Library Pavilion, could lose five people in a row. How can the Tibetan Sword Sect be?"

Nangong Huan's eyes wandered, and he said: "The immortal cultivation world has always relied on strength to speak, and the Tibetan Sword Sect is rich in resources, even if it is so poor that there are only spirit stones left, it is also what our Tibetan Sword Sect sages exchanged for their lives." If you want to blame, you can only blame you for not having a powerful senior. ”

This was said in a very cheesy manner, without even covering it up, the corners of Mei Tiantian's mouth stiffened, and he quickly covered it up with a smile, and said, "That's all in the past." Since Nangong Daoyou said that the immortal cultivation world speaks with strength, but I don't know what kind of strength the disciples of your sect have now? ”

Here comes the point!

Nangong Huan's eyes were cold, and he swept down a few Jindan period monks behind Mei Tiantian, and smiled mockingly, "These trashes behind you are the talents of your Meiyu Sect?"

When Mei Tiantian heard this, he immediately couldn't stand it anymore, and pointed at Nangong Huan and accused: "The erector is formless, it's simply insulting!"

Thinking of the reason for coming here today, he suppressed his anger and said: "Since the words have been said about this, the old man will say to you bluntly, today my Meiyu Sect just saw that your Hidden Sword Sect was not pleasing to the eye, so I came down to fight, you Hidden Sword Sect boasted of being a big faction, can you dare to fight?"

Because of Nangong Huan's attitude, Mei Tiantian didn't bother to deal with him, and even spoke rudely. Because of this, everyone heard the meaning of his words clearly, which caused an uproar for a while.

First, there was a library pavilion to challenge the Tibetan Sword Sect, and now there is a Meiyu Sect to post the Tibetan Sword Sect?

After eating enough, one by one, small sects came up to challenge Wei Ran's thousands of years of sects.

Nangong Huan's face was gloomy, the other party dared to do such a thing, naturally he was confident, just look at Lin Dong before, these Jindan period monks brought by the Meiyu Sect must have something extraordinary.

Ineffable...... There is also the ability to skip the level to fight against the Yuan Infant Monk.

And the Tibetan Sword Sect, there are few such people.

Among so many people, Nangong Huan only thought of himself.

But he is the acting sect master, and he will definitely not fight, so who else can fight? After all, the distance between the Jindan period monk and the Yuan Infant stage is large, and it is not as easy as the foundation building period to fight against the Jindan period, and Nangong Huan can only comfort himself like this.

This battle post must be followed, otherwise how can the face of the sect remain?

"Why don't you dare!" he said aloud.

It was as if ten thousand pieces of golden light had fallen on him, and his momentum was majestic, which suddenly increased the confidence of the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect a lot. Still, they were stupid and never worried.

Mei Tiantian folded his hands in front of him, and the moment Nangong Huan's words fell, his eyes burst into light, and said: "Slow! If the Tibetan Sword Sect is defeated, these places will be managed by the Meiyu Sect for a hundred years......"

He skillfully reported several places, all of which produced spiritual veins of spirit stones.

Yan Ruyu listened to it in the air, and couldn't help squinting, these places reported by Meitian were very rich in resources, and she had some hot eyes back then. I didn't expect that there would be someone who was hotter than her, and directly put these ideas on the table.

Nangong Huan's heart sank and sank, nodded coldly, and said: "I don't bully you small sects, and the Meiyu Sect has nothing that we can look up to." In this way, if the Meiyu Sect is defeated, please ask your sect master to come to the Hidden Sword Sect to clean up the grains for ten days. ”

The Tibetan Sword Sect accepts new disciples every three years, and these disciples need to eat, so naturally they also have to excrete. Nangong Huan made this proposal, which made the people present laugh.

That sect master cleans up the grains of the inferior disciples, what kind of face will he have to survive in the world in the future?

Mei Tiantian's face was blue and red, and he was almost angry, "Don't talk nonsense, since that's the case, let's start." Ishikawa, you go first in the first game, and rub the majesty of these big sects for me!"

A disciple behind him saluted him and walked to the room.

He walked slowly, his aura rose little by little, and when he stood firm, the pressure on his body was so heavy that the disciples in the foundation building period were a little unbearable, and they took a few steps back, and forcibly expanded the battlefield a lot.

Sure enough, the person who came was not good, Nangong Huan snorted coldly in his heart, but said lightly on his face: "Where is my Hidden Sword Sect Junjie, who is willing to take the initiative to ask for help and show the demeanor of our sect?"