The Bixian Hall, the lively hall a day ago, was full of red lanterns, and there was an endless stream of monks with congratulatory gifts. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Looking at the wolf smoke everywhere in the ink city, the strong people in many sects came to the sea of ink one after another.

"Mocheng is rich in resources, Li Yi's puppet has also exploded, everyone present is the leader of the sect, how to divide these resources, let's talk about it in advance."

The one who spoke was a young man, his face was like white jade, his right hand was behind his back, and there was a fairy sword embroidered on his robe.

"Yijian Pavilion has contributed the most, and it should take a large share. I'll just wait for a piece of the pie. ”

The beautiful woman of Yunlu Immortal Residence looked at it and said.

"Uncle Xia, Yunlu Xianju has also made a lot of efforts, I can share as much as Uncle Xia."

The young man is Yin Qianhe, this Yunlu Immortal Residence is really calculating, and the entire black cauldron wants to carry it to Yijian Pavilion.

The beautiful woman was Xia Ziling, the owner of the Yunlu Immortal Residence who was originally going to marry Li Yi, and the beautiful woman glanced at Yin Qianhe and stopped talking.

Yin Qianhe smiled faintly, then bowed to everyone and said: You are all famous and strong people in the Great Wilderness, and the younger Yin Qianhe is polite.

"Yin Qianhe, the most outstanding genius of Yijian Pavilion, is rumored to be undefeated at the age of seven in the face of a hundred moves against the generals, and at the age of twelve, he realized that the sword heart is clear and all laws are inviolable. Later, I heard that at the age of thirteen, he began to cultivate and no longer enter, and was called a waste, until seven years later, so that he made a strong return to the art of sword fighting. ”

The Wildfire Immortal Venerable, dressed in a big red robe, was whirring in the wind, listening to the narration of the people in his ears.

Yin Qianhe listened to everyone commenting on himself, and did not interrupt, flicking the green jade sword body in his hand, revealing a wry smile.

"The youngest sword master in Yijian Pavilion, this Immortal Ink City is rich in resources, since you are here, Yin Qianhe should not let us go home empty-handed."

A handsome man said slowly with a haughty look on his face.

"This fellow Daoist is Brother Mo Qing, who was accepted as a disciple by the old predecessors of Ye Yijian in the Hidden Sword Villa." Yin Qianhe glanced at him lightly and said.

Mo Qingdao, who had a smug face, said: The family teacher is none other than a sword immortal Venerable Ye Yijian.

"Then you should call me Uncle Shi." Yin Qianhe looked at Mo Qingdao.

Everyone was also shocked, the Tibetan Sword Villa has always been at odds with the Yijian Pavilion, but they have secretly befriended each other over the years.

Mo Qing smiled disdainfully: It stands to reason that I am a few years older than you, and if cultivators don't talk about this, how can you be a generation higher than me.

Yin Qianhe flicked the green jade sword in his hand: A year ago, Ye Yijian's predecessor was not on a rainstorm day, with four cyan sword wounds on his body.

Mo Qing was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the green jade sword in Yin Qianhe's hand, although he didn't remember it very well, but there seemed to be four sword marks on the master's body, so his face turned red and retreated into the crowd.

The Wildfire Immortal Venerable was also stunned when he heard this, and said in his heart: A Sword Immortal Venerable, he also praised each other when he met, if it wasn't for the death battle, then no one could help anyone, this kid in front of him, the cliff is a master who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger.

Everyone is also talking about it, he has such an achievement at a young age, it seems that Yijian Pavilion has made such a fierce fuss in recent years, and it is also because of such a peerless talent.

"At a young age, there are many seniors present, it's better to be like this, Mocheng is rich in resources, it's better for you not to waste time here, hunt for treasure by yourself, if it's not suitable, you can also come to me for a change, how." Yin Qianhe said mildly.

"It is rumored that Yin Daoyou is free and generous, and he really lives up to his reputation when he sees it today."

"yes, yes."

Yin Qianhe glanced at the sycophants and slowly walked to the side of the Wildfire Immortal Venerable: Senior, where are we going.

The Wildfire Immortal Venerable frowned: Boy, how did you hurt Ye Yijian.

"The throat sealing sword technique of the First Sword Immortal Venerable is indeed extremely strong, and I almost died, but there are too many flaws in the throat sealing sword technique, and the sword is fast and accurate, but the back hand is not as strong as it can be, so that the kid has a chance to take advantage of it."

"Such a young, superbly ordinary swordsman, you are such a proud son of the sky, why follow me all the way."

Yin Qianhe brushed his sleeves and smiled slightly: It's easy to fold just now, and it's not very safe to follow the seniors.

The Wildfire Immortal Venerable glanced at the harmless young man in front of him: Okay, for my appetite, today I will take you to see the legendary pen immortal array.

"Okay, senior, please."

A group of people came to Yin Qianhe in a crowd, and Li Feng, who was covered in blood, was tied up with five flowers.

"Isn't this Li Feng, the second young master of the Li family," the Wildfire Immortal Venerable glanced at him.

Yin Qianhe took out a bag of spirit stones and threw them to everyone: Fellow Daoist, leave this person to me.

"Take it, take it." Several people left with spirit stones in a daze.

"It is rumored that there is a fairy pen in Mocheng, do you know where it is?" Yin Qianhe asked lightly.

Li Feng glared at everyone without saying a word.

"Oh, it looks like you're useless." Yin Qianhe pulled out the green jade sword dao.

Looking at the green jade sword that came from him, Li Feng slowly closed his eyes, he was still going to die after all.

The astonishing immortal power blasted Yin Qianhe out of the sky, and the Desolate Fire Immortal Venerable suddenly looked at the cracked void in shock.

At this moment, a blood-red figure swept out of the sea of ink behind everyone, looking at the war-torn ink city in front of him, his brows furrowed.

"I'm sorry, brother,"

"It's okay, are you alright?"

Yin Qianhe looked at the figure in front of Li Feng, frowning slightly.

Li Mo glanced at the people of the various sects and threw the corpse in his hand to the ground.

"It's the corpse of the Qingjian Immortal Venerable of the Yijian Pavilion, it's so powerful, such a young immortal realm actually beheaded the Immortal Venerable!"

The spiritual power of the green jade sword in Yin Qianhe's hand was shocked, and it instantly swept towards Li Mo.

The two of them disappeared in an instant, and the explosions of spiritual power colliding one after another couldn't tell whether they had the upper hand at all, which was dazzling to watch.

Phew

Two figures appeared instantly, Yin Qianhe slapped his palm to his chest, and a bloody arrow spurted out of his mouth: Amazing, I have learned.

Li Mo's face was indifferent, and his originally neat robe suddenly cracked a few times: a very fast sword.

A flame formed in the hand of the Wildfire Immortal Venerable, and quickly rushed towards Li Mo.

The green jade sword in Yin Qianhe's hand shook, and he sealed it with one hand, and a sword light flashed from his eyes, and his speed skyrocketed towards Li Mo.

The three of them fought together in an instant, and the scattered immortals who had cultivated to a weak were shocked by Yu Wei's face turned red, and they hid far away in an instant.

Li Feng looked at his brother who was one against two in the void, and rushed towards the void with a slap on the ground, a touch of determination flashed in his eyes.

Li Mo instantly stretched out his right hand and grabbed it fiercely at the void, and the Desolate Fire Immortal Venerable let out a painful cry, and his entire left arm was broken in unison.

Li Mo glanced at Yin Qianhe, changed his grasp into a palm, and slammed into Yin Qianhe one palm after another, and with each palm, Yin Qianhe's momentum weakened by one point.

Tear ......

Li Mo looked at Yin Qianhe, who was bleeding in front of him: Come out.

While everyone was puzzled, a terrifying spiritual power fluctuation appeared from behind Yin Qianhe.

"Wherever I hide, you seem to be able to find me."

Behind Yin Qianhe, a figure with a red mask appeared.

"You've killed so many people, aren't you satisfied?" Li Mo looked at the masked man quietly.

"I once said that I would fill this sea of ink with blood. Bring them all up. The masked man's voice didn't fluctuate at all.

Figures with blood-colored masks slowly appeared, grabbing the monks in the ink city.

Li Yan'er looked at Li Mo and her eyes suddenly turned red: Senior Brother Mo!

Li Mo's body was shocked, and he was about to move to save people, when a blood-red cage fell from the sky.

"Looks like you've forgotten I'm still here." The blood-red spiritual power in the blood-colored masked man's hand slowly poured into the cage.

"Let her go, she's not from Mexico."

The wind in the crowd walked out of the air and looked at the blood-masked man.

"The wind breaks through the sky, when I do things, you'd better not do irrational things." The blood-masked man said in a deep voice.

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