Hearing Shen Haojie call himself a native chicken, the faces of Teng Laoqian and the Fuji Monk suddenly became gloomy.

The comer is not good!

"We are indeed disciples of the Ten Thousand Tribulation Sect, but we are definitely not the native chickens and dogs in your mouth!"

"You'll know we're good in a moment!"

Fuji Laoqian and Fuji Monk sneered, and with a wave of their big hands, the disciples behind them blew the snails.

"Woo, woo......"

Soon, the panicked and hurried sound of the alarm snail resounded throughout the sky.

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Tribulation Sect rose up to the sky one after another, and swept towards the direction where Shen Haojie and his party were.

Mo Qilin, who was trying his best to repair the magic array, also looked up at the sky in the distance, snorted coldly, and turned into a black smoke, sweeping away in the direction of Shen Haojie.

In a short time, the five or six thousand monks of the Ten Thousand Tribulation Sect gathered together and came to Shen Haojie and his party.

Interior of the Imperial Palace.

Xiao Yao couldn't help but change his expression when he heard the sound of the police snail at first glance, jumped up from the rosewood chair suddenly, rushed to the door in three steps and two steps, and looked at the place where the police snail sounded.

"It's my senior brother here!"

Mai Wen opened his eyes slightly, and when he saw that the person who came was his senior brother Shen Haojie, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hehe, is it your senior brother? It turned out to be a misunderstanding. ”

Xiao Yao breathed a sigh of relief, returned to his seat, crossed Erlang's legs, and smiled at Mai Wen who was holding himself to death, "Mai Wen, would you rather die than compromise?" ”

Mai Wen shook his nose and snorted coldly, not bothering to take care of Xiao Yao at all.

Xiao Yao shook her head helplessly and said no more.

Hit the natal spider venom of the hundred poisonous demon spiders, the more difficult it is to go to the back, and the piercing pain is like ten thousand ants devouring the heart. Maiwen has been holding on for two days now, and he is a little unsustainable, and the next few days will be even more tormenting.

To Xiao Yao's consternation, Maiwen didn't seem to have the slightest intention of compromising at all.

In the distant sky, the two sides confronted each other.

Shen Haojie looked at the five or six thousand monks in front of him, and couldn't help but smile coldly, "I thought that the Ten Thousand Tribulation Sect was such a big force, it turned out that the disciples under the sect were all some unworthy local chickens and dogs. ”

Shen Haojie's divine sense swept over the bodies of the five or six thousand disciples of the Ten Thousand Tribulation Sect, and he didn't pay attention to it at all.

"The elite of our Ten Thousand Tribulation Sect happens to be not there, but even so, it is not your turn to be presumptuous."

Fuji Laoqian snorted coldly, and his tone was not good.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, the figure of the ink unicorn transformed into a shape out of thin air and appeared in front of Shen Haojie.

Rumble......

As soon as Mo Qilin appeared, a violent power swept out, suppressing Shen Haojie's power out of thin air.

"What!?"

"It's actually a master of the Broken Realm?"

Shen Haojie was caught off guard, and was shocked by the violent power and retreated, and beads of sweat fell from his forehead.

"Boy, do you dare to come to my Ten Thousand Tribulations Sect to spread wild?"

Like a goshawk fighting a rabbit, Mo Qilin flew down and grabbed Shen Haojie's neck, as if he was carrying a chicken.

Shen Haojie suddenly gasped for breath, feeling that his neck was almost about to be broken, and hurriedly begged for mercy, "Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding." ”

"Senior, I am a disciple from the Ancient Tomb Sword Sect, not an enemy."

Shen Haojie shouted loudly.

"You're from the Tomb Sword Sect?" Mo Qilin was slightly stunned, and the strength in his hand suddenly relaxed a lot, "What is your relationship with Mai Wen?" ”

Mo Qilin looked at Shen Haojie's clothes and found that Shen Haojie and more than a dozen monks were dressed very similarly to Mai Wen, and they seemed to be disciples of a sect.

"Mai Wen is my junior sister, and Huang Lao is the elder of my Tomb Sword Sect."

Shen Haojie said hurriedly.

"Hahaha, it's really a big flood that washed the Dragon King Temple, and the family doesn't recognize the family."

When Mo Qilin heard this, he hurriedly let go of the hand holding Shen Haojie's neck, and smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know that you were a disciple of the Tomb Sword Sect, and you started to do it as soon as you came up, which frightened you." ”

Shen Haojie coughed dryly a few times, his face was bruised, and he was as embarrassed as he was.

"Second Elder, Third Elder. What's going on with you, why don't you inquire about Xiaoyou's identity and rush to the police snail indiscriminately? ”

Mo Qilin saw that Shen Haojie's anger could not be extinguished, and he immediately turned his head and reprimanded Fuji Laoqian and the Fuji monk.

"Deputy Sect Leader Qiqi, this guy was disrespectful just now, and as soon as he came up, he scolded us for being a local chicken and a dog, so ......" Monk Fuji explained aloud.

"Shut up!"

Mo Qilin snorted coldly, "Don't apologize to Xiaoyou yet." ”

Fuji Laoqian and Monk Fuji glanced at each other, all of them were a little reluctant, but under Mo Qilin's order, they still didn't dare to disobey, and immediately stepped forward and arched their hands without being salty, "I'm sorry." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm here to find my junior sister, what about her?"

Shen Haojie waved his hand impatiently, with anger in his belly.

Originally, with Shen Haojie's realm cultivation, there were few monks in the same realm who were his opponents.

But who would have thought that Shen Haojie happened to meet a master of the Broken Realm, and it seemed that his temper was not very good, so he gave Shen Haojie a dismount as soon as he came up.

Although Shen Haojie is extremely talented and is a proud son of the sky, in the face of the master of the Broken Realm, he is still 108,000 miles behind, and he is not a grade of storage at all.

The only thing that can be used is the ultimate sword of the Nine Turns Tide Sword Technique, which is enough to kill a Shattered Realm master.

But as soon as Mo Qilin came up, he grabbed Shen Haojie's neck and lifted him up like a chicken, not giving him a chance to perform swordsmanship at all.

"Maiwen is in the palace treasure hall, the second elder, you take him there." Mo Qilin instructed.

Fuji Laoqian nodded in agreement, and took the lead in flying in the direction of the palace treasure hall, "Follow me." ”

Shen Haojie had a gloomy face, and with thousands of disciples, he followed behind him unhurriedly, and flew straight in the direction of the palace treasure hall.

After walking away, Mo Qilin narrowed his eyes slightly and asked the Fuji monk beside him, "Third Elder, do you know who this little friend is bringing?" Why is there a coffin suspended above everyone's head? Could it be that he is a disciple of the Corpse Refining Sect? ”

Monk Fuji shook his head blankly.

"No matter, let's keep working."

Mo Qilin waved his hand, and the five or six thousand disciples gathered in the sky scattered one after another, each returning to his own tribe and starting to help repair the sect that had been broken everywhere due to the great war.

At the entrance of the palace treasure hall, as soon as Mai Wen saw Shen Haojie enter the central square with thousands of disciples, he immediately stood up, leaned against the position at the door, and beckoned to Shen Haojie excitedly, "Senior brother, come quickly!" ”