"Okay, good! What Yu Gongzi said is true, I didn't expect that there was such an anti-heaven elixir in the world. Si Le applauded and exclaimed.

"Now that I've proven it, you should go all out to raise spiritual materials!"

"Don't worry, Young Master Yu, we will summon the states when we go back, and collect the spiritual materials you need at any cost, and we must complete it within two years. Cheng Li assured.

"That's very good, then wait for my news! The elixir and other spiritual materials are all refined and handed over to you, and the same is true for the martial arts, so we will leave first," Yu Zefeng said with satisfaction.

"Wait. Selmen exclaimed.

"What else?"

"Young Master Yu, take the liberty of asking, are you from the Inscription Sword Sect?"

Yu Zefeng frowned when he heard this, his mind was racing, and he said after a while: "Yes, I don't know what this has to do with our transaction." ”

"Childe misunderstood, it was I who received the news that the people from the Four True Pavilion had arrived at the Mingxin Sword Sect. said that if the murderer was not handed over within a month, the Mingxin Sword Sect would be destroyed. Sealer quickly explained.

Turning his head violently, his eyes flashed coldly, and he said coldly: "Is this true?"

"It's true, of course, how would I joke about such things. ”

"So, thank you! I will go to the Mingxin Sword Sect, spread the news for me, it's best not to do it before I arrive, otherwise it will dare to kill one person in the Four True Pavilions, and I will slaughter the Four True Pavilions for a thousand burials." Yu Zefeng suppressed the coldness in his heart and said in a deep voice.

For some reason, such arrogant words, when Cheng Li and Si Le heard them, they had a strong sense of convincing in their hearts.

.....

Back in Tianfeng Town, Lu Lao went into retreat directly, which was also requested by Yu Zefeng, who was about to go to the Sword Sect to face the Four True Pavilions, and if Lu Lao could break through the Tianzun Realm, he would be several times greater.

Comprehending Feng Yuan's power, coupled with his will to the wind, even if he has just broken through the Tianzun realm, he can fight beyond the ranks.

At the stone table in the small courtyard, Yu Zefeng was drinking tea with his head down, although there was no wave on his face, he was extremely anxious in his heart.

Lu Lao has been in retreat for fifteen days, no matter whether he fails or succeeds, he should have had a result a long time ago, but there is no movement.

While he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a spiritual pressure emanating, and a cyan light rose from Lu Lao's retreat room, exploded in the air, and turned into a cyan ring.

The ring lengthened in the wind, and in an instant it became miles in size, and the ring began to rotate faster and faster.

The wind elements within a radius of a hundred miles converged, Yu Zefeng didn't know when he got up, his eyes looked at the sky ring solemnly, he knew that Lu Lao had reached a critical moment.

"Huh"

A cyan streamer shot into the ring, stopped in the center of the ring, and looked closely, it was Lu Lao's primordial baby.

Yuan Ying floated in a huge ring, like a speck of dust, as Yuan Ying pinched the Dao Xuan Mystery Law Decision, the huge cyan ring shrank sharply, and finally turned into a cyan light point, which was printed on the center of Yuan Ying's eyebrows.

Yuan Ying spun around in the air a few times and then swept back to the quiet room.

"Haha... I never thought that I would be able to break through to the Tianzun Realm. Lu Lao laughed loudly, and at this point, he was already a one-yuan Tianzun.

A wave of spiritual power fluctuated, and before Yu Zefeng could react, Lu Lao had already arrived in front of him, silent as a ghost, as if he was already here.

Yu Zefeng's pupils shrank, and the secret path was so fast.

"Thank you Gongzi for your success, such a great oath will be hard to repay. Lu Lao knelt on one knee and said sincerely.

"Old Lu, please get up, we don't need to do this?" he helped Lu Lao with both hands and said with relief.

"Childe, when are we going to the Inscription Sword Sect?"

"In three days!"

Mingxin Sword Sect - Mingjian Peak.

Tens of thousands of people were standing on both sides of the stairs up the mountain, all of them were the inner and outer disciples of the Sword Sect, but at this time, everyone frowned, their faces were unhappy, and some even had a look of hatred.

The reason why this is so is only because the sect has been trampled on, as a disciple of the Sword Sect, how can he not be resentful, but his strength is low, and he can only put on a face in private!

In the square on the mountainside of Ming Jianfeng, a gray figure sat in the field, with a deep breath like the sea, not angry and arrogant. Behind him there were thousands of monks standing in disarray, dressed in a variety of garments.

Across from them, the same group of monks stood, but they all had fire-breathing eyes and gritted their teeth. Looking at the costumes, they are all members of the Sword Sect, and they are all core members at the least.

At the front of the crowd, there was an old man in a white robe holding a sword, a crane-haired boy with a fairy wind bone, who was the sect master of the Sword Sect, Jian Qiuhe.

"Yu Protector, as the saying goes, there is a debtor who is wronged, this matter really has nothing to do with my Sword Sect, and I ask you to let my sect go. Jian Qiuhe pleaded.

"Let you go, how can I explain to the pavilion master?" said the only man sitting upright in the room, plucking his ear with his little finger.

He was the protector sent by the Four True Pavilions, in addition to the twenty elites in the pavilion standing behind him, there were also hundreds of people guarding the foot of the mountain, and the rest were people from other forces who came to see the excitement.

"Bring it on. Jian Qiuhe said in a deep voice.

A moment later, the group entered the square, but twenty or thirty monks were escorted, and in the middle of the crowd on both sides, they were forcibly pressed to their knees.

"Yu Protector, these are the relatives of that little beast, all of them are here, I implore the Dharma Protector to let my Sword Sect go. Jian Qiuhe bent down and clenched his fists, and pleaded again, where is there still the supreme power of the master of a sect, only to wag his tail and beg for mercy.

It was not the same as the Dharma Protector spoke, but one of the people kneeling on the ground said loudly: "Sect Master, you can't do this! I have worked hard for the Sword Sect for all these years, and I have worked hard without merit! You can't just push us out and send us to death! Let us go!"

The person who spoke was Yu Zefeng's grandfather, and he was also the third elder of the Sword Sect, no, it should be the previous three elders.

"Yes, the Sect Master will let us go! We don't know anything at all!"

"Yes, I don't know any Yu Zefeng, I'm wronged!"

"Spare me, sect master!"

.......

As Yu Yishan spoke, others begged for mercy.

"Enough, shut up for me, who dares to talk more and kill on the spot. But it was Yu Protector who shouted impatiently. "Don't worry, none of you are indispensable, this is the price of offending my Sizhen Pavilion. ”

"As for your Sword Sect, if you don't want to die, it's okay, kneel down for me. He shouted again, and under the influence of spiritual power, the sound spread throughout the mountain, and everyone could hear it clearly.

The left hand in Jian Qiuhe's robe was clenched into a fist, the green tendons were bulging and trembling slightly, and his breath was a little heavier, obviously extremely angry in his heart.

It's just that with this little movement, how can he escape the soul mind sense of the Dharma protector, looking at Jian Qiuhe, with a playful look on his face.

After dozens of breaths, Jian Qiuhe let out a long sigh.

"Bang Bang"

The eight-rank celestial weapon sword in his hand, which symbolized the position of the sect master, fell to the ground, and the sword couldn't help trembling, as if it was unwilling and as if it was wailing.

As Jian Qiuhe abandoned his sword, clanging sounds came and went, countless swords fell to the ground, and then one by one the figures slowly knelt down.

This is true even for monks who are not in the stairs of the square.

Jian Qiuhe turned around slowly, at this moment he seemed to be countless years old, his originally straight figure was already rickety, and the old tears were full of tears.

His gaze first looked at the peak, then slowly scanned the monks in the square, and finally looked at the somewhat vague door number at the bottom of the mountain, which he knew was engraved with the words 'Inscription Sword Sect'.

After a while, he slowly turned around and slowly knelt down in the direction of the Dharma protector, obviously a very simple action, he seemed to have Wan Jun pressed down, and he knelt so unwillingly.