In the main hall of Liuli Mountain, a whole stone wall was smashed to pieces.

The seats were full of pale faces.

Someone rubbed their eyes to make sure they were not mistaken or hallucinated.

I was just slapped and flew out, but Mr. Han Yue......

The three calamities and four calamities are especially ugly, this slap on Han Yue's face is equivalent to hitting his own face, Han Yue is their master, and there has always been a truth in Liuli Mountain, that is, the lord humiliates his ministers to death....... If it weren't for the ghost cultivation spell that caused the ghost cultivation in the hall to be closely connected with each other's hearts and minds, and the "master" who was beaten suppressed these seven "minions" above the realm of the life star with his divine thoughts for the first time, I am afraid that at this moment, someone would have rushed up to "die" in humiliation.

Peach Blossom thought of the middle-aged sword cultivator in ancient clothes she met in Rakshasa City, just throwing an umbrella, she burned the skin of her husband's favorite "scholar" to the ground, and Mr. told herself that Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the Tiandu Imperial City must fight 10,000 carefully, so he swallowed the bitter fruit of his mistake and understood this truth.

She has a vision.

Compared to the ethereal middle-aged sword cultivation phantom in Rakshasa City, the white-robed old man in front of him, who was only a stone's throw away, could confirm that he was a real Nirvana realm power.

What is the origin of the old man with the sword next to the young man surnamed Ning...... This kind of cultivation, if you really want to make a move, even if it is to raze Liuli Mountain, it will not be a problem.

The white-shirted scholar leaned his back against the stone wall, slowly slid to the ground, supported the jade tiles on the ground of the glazed hall with both hands, staggered, and stood up again.

Half of Han Yue's cheeks were blurred with blood, he was still smiling, shaking his blood-stained white sleeves, insisting on finishing the halfway ceremony, and said respectfully:

"What Mr. Ye said is extremely true, I really don't deserve the name of the first person in the East. ”

When the white-shirted scholar said this, he gently wiped the corners of his lips with his sleeve, and his movements were gentle, just wiping away the blood that overflowed the corners of his lips, but he did not use ghost cultivation techniques to restore the half of his beaten face.

For Han Yue, being slapped in the face, the injury is small, and the face is big.

Seeing this scene, the ancestor of Xihai frowned, and looked at the white-shirted scholar who was standing in front of him and finished saluting, just from the face, the smile at this time was not hypocritical, but it was delicate and handsome, and he couldn't see the slightest resentment.

He hadn't left the West Sea for a long time, and after nearly a hundred years, he finally returned to the Great Sui.

He acts in a low-key manner, and the power of the Nirvana realm is like an unknown existence living in the mist for cultivators below this realm, this "Mr. Manna Lu", who has risen in recent years, was unexpected, he guessed his origin at a glance, and respectfully called himself "Mr. Ye".

Reach out and don't hit the smiley person.

The white-robed old man actually thought about the scene after his slap before going to Liuli Mountain, the "first person in the eastern realm" was so humiliated, and the situation would basically develop into an uncontrollable situation...... After all, even if he is a good-tempered great cultivator, he will be furious if he is slapped at the door for no reason, and the mud bodhisattva also has three points of anger, not to mention the ghost cultivators who are tyrannical and cruel by nature?

However, he never expected it.

This white-shirted scholar named Han Yue was able to put his posture so low.

His second slap didn't even come out of the fan.

"What is the fuss, what kind of system?" After the white-shirted scholar finished saluting, he glanced at His Royal Highness's guests with an expressionless face, and slowly stretched out a hand to press down, and the ghost cultivator who was pressed by the black pressure of the main hall sat back in his original position.

The three calamities and four calamities lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.

There was a dead silence.

Han Yue said softly: "Mr. Ye left the West Sea and came to the eastern Liuli Mountain, the small hill is full of splendor, and as the owner of the mountain, it is natural that he should do his best to be a landlord...... Dare to ask the old gentleman what he wants here?"

West......

West?

Three calamities and four tribulations, pupils contracted, thinking of the old ancestor of the West Sea who had survived the limit of five hundred years, if there was a figure in the Great Sui cultivation world who could not be provoked by the Eastern Realm, they would not believe it, but the old ancestor of the West Sea ...... They really can't afford to mess with it!

That old ancestor came here to help Ning Yi settle old accounts?

Several ghost cultivators in the realm of the Destiny Star suddenly exploded when they thought of the word Xihai, especially the children and strong men who had chased and killed Ning Yi in the desert, their backs were soaked, their expressions were pale, like sitting on pins and needles, they wanted to get up but couldn't move, they were scared, for fear that the next moment they would be stabbed with a sword by the unreasonable unreasonable unsheath of the ancestor of the West Sea, and they would kill according to cause and effect, and they would not even give a chance to resurrect the glass jar.

What is the resurrection of the glass cup in front of that old ancestor?

With the cultivation of that Xihai ancestor, with a sword, the entire glass cup will be shattered.

There was silence in the hall.

The old man said indifferently: "It's not what I want, but what he wants." ”

Ye Lao Jianxian patted the shoulder of the black-clothed young man beside him, and shouted calmly, "Ning Yi." ”

Ning Yi pursed his lips, took a deep breath, looked at the old man, and said, "Sir......"

The old sword fairy nodded, already signaling.

Ning Yi took two steps forward.

The entire hall, all eyes converged on the young man pushed out by the white-robed old sword immortal.

Black robe, oil-paper umbrella, and delicate face.

What this push means, everyone is very clear.

For that one

Han Yue shouted sir.

Ning Yi also shouted sir.

The meaning of these two sentences is completely different.

......

.......

Ning Yi calmly stared at this white-shirted scholar whose cultivation realm was much higher than he didn't know, and he only needed one finger to take his own life.

The white-shirted scholar was slightly taller than Ning Yi.

On the night when the sky was raining heavily, in the inn, Ganlu once wanted to exchange the natal essence blood of kendo with himself, but now it seems that if he agreed, then everything would be empty, and he had become a member of the walking dead in the Liulishan Palace......

On the Hongshan Plateau, Han Yue wanted to take away himself, and all kinds of coincidences could have escaped a catastrophe.

Afterwards, the "talisman" that used the technique of suppressing evil in the east to cover up the qi machine, after he left the Tiandu Imperial City, chased and killed Baili.

Killing machine after link.

I have to say that it is really a miracle that Ning Yi has been able to survive under the killing intent of the Eastern Realm.

The hall was dead silent.

Ning Yi spoke from the bottom of his heart, word by word.

"Ganlu, I want your life. ”

The house was in an uproar.

The white-shirted scholar was expressionless, and once again stretched out a hand, this time the palm was pressed, and the entire hall set off a bloody storm, and the crackling bead curtain outside the hall flew by, and several ghost cultivators who didn't have time to cover their mouths were directly hit by the bead curtain, and they were all destroyed.

Han Yue's palm was closed, and the scarlet beads that swept into his palm turned into powder and fell from between his fingers.

He turned his head slowly, staring at His Highness's ghost cultivator.

Silent.

The ghost cultivator who was beaten to the ground was destroyed, and his body dispersed like smoke.

Quiet.

Since then, no one has dared to raise their voices.

Then the white-shirted scholar slowly tore open the original plain white placket with one hand, and was slapped by the old sword fairy before, so that half of his cheeks were bloody, and the blood ticked down on his shoulders, and as the placket was torn open, he revealed his chest as white as a lotus, and his snow-white chest was soon spread and flowed with bright red...... This scholar's body was Ganlu Han Yue's favorite body, but at this moment, he didn't care, his eyes stared at Ning Yi, and he slowly drew a cross on his chest with his palm.

"Ning Yi ......" Han Yue smiled: "You want my life, you can." But you'll have to take it yourself, and if your sword is fast enough, then you can kill me now. ”

Ning Yi was silent.

He couldn't.

With his current cultivation, not to mention the "scholar" who killed Han Yue, even if it was the body of the woman of the Ten Realms on the Red Mountain Plateau, it would be difficult for him to kill.

The white-shirted scholar raised his head, looked at the Old Ancestor of the West Sea with a smile, and said slowly: "Old Mr. Ye, if you want my life...... Then I'm afraid not. I believe it won't be long before you find out the three hundred doppelgangers in my glass jar, but not every one of them is as clean as the 'scholar', and there is always some filth that dirties your eyes and your sword. ”

"Believe me, you are in the light, you will not want to see those disgusting things......" he paused, and said with a smile: "Besides, I would like to remind you that the West Sea and the Great Sui have three chapters of the law, and do not interfere with each other, if you are a Great Sui monk, you want to kill Han today, Han has no complaints, but if you represent the West Sea today and break the vows here, whether you kill me or not, the ending of the West Sea will not be too good." ”

The old sword immortal Mu Ran said, "Are you threatening me?"

The white-shirted scholar shook his head and said, "It's not a threat...... Mr. Ye, what do you want today, I Han Yue will give it with both hands, this cheap life, the same is true, since Mr. thinks that he has the ability to reach the sky, then whether he can take it or not, just a sword, try it. ”

The Old Ancestor of the West Sea said coldly: "This body has no karma, if I kill you, I will be contaminated with right and wrong, and cause and effect will be entangled." ”

Han Yue smiled and was noncommittal.

The rules of heaven and earth, ghosts cultivate people and accumulate karma, karma, and reincarnation is unpleasant.

For a cultivator of the level of the Old Sword Immortal of the West Sea, the last thing he wanted to mess with was right and wrong and cause and effect, this kind of thing was extremely long and could not be cut off.

The white-shirted scholar kindly reminded: "In the lower body, there is more than this, the old gentleman has leisure and leisure, you can enter the glass cup to take a look, today Mr. is ruthless and killed, and after the death of the immortal, the entire Penglai Island in the West Sea will be entangled in resentment, and it is not allowed to turn over." ”

Ning Yi stared at this white-shirted scholar who was smiling with a spring breeze on his face, but he was cold to the bone, and every word and sentence of Han Yue made a chill rise down his spine.

Such a ruthless person, such a poisonous heart......

Han Yue smiled and asked, "The rules of heaven and earth, does the old gentleman want to defy the law?"

The old man was silent for a moment.

The white robe blew up, and the old man held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and the sword qi came out through the sheath.

The whole Liulishan hall, dome tiles flying horizontally.

The ancestor of the West Sea pressed the scabbard with one hand, pressed the tip of the sword up, and the white robe on his body was washed by the qi machine and flew up, and the entire hall, within a radius of one mile, rose in an instant, a huge spider web of earth and stone cracking.

"Why not?"