The sound suddenly sounded, and four or five figures shot out from the seven endless ancient white jade cloud bridges.

Among them, among these figures, the one who walked in the front was a green shirt and scarf, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the powerful young monk who used to stand beside Huo Aotian in Shenshi City, Qi Hao!

The other four figures, two men and two women, and a monk who had just spoken, was a tall monk with a proud face.

"Hahaha! Waste, do you really dare to come? However, as long as you are a waste astral body, it is not worth the action of Senior Brother Huo, today, I will suppress you first, and wait until tomorrow's wedding, I will escort you to the wedding scene, so, that's it! A look of contempt flashed in the slender monk's eyes.

Then, without waiting for anyone to speak, he directly sealed his hands and said, "Battle skills, bondage techniques!" ”

He sealed, and a clear and condensed aura turned into a rope of aura between his hands, and it was directly bound towards Ye Luo's body.

"Get out!"

Ye Luo's eyes were cold, and he directly used his huge blood qi to operate a secret technique in the Tiangang Sect's body refining combat technique, the Tiangang lion roared, and said a word.

In Ye Luo's body, the terrifying blood qi, with the blessing of the secret technique, formed a sound wave like substance, a cone-shaped sound wave, directly shattered the slender monk's aura restraints, and then directly hit the slender monk's body at extreme speed.

Bang –

With a muffled sound, the slender Shangqing Sect monk, the clothes on his chest exploded directly, and the person directly retreated six or seven steps, his face turned red and purple, like a pig's liver.

"Poof—"

He vomited blood, gasping for breath and a look of indescribable disbelief and horror in his eyes.

The rumored Ye Luo, isn't it a waste star? Didn't you say that you stopped at the fifth layer of body refining? The slender monk had never entered the Divine Stone City, and under Ye Luo's roar, he was directly shocked out of his internal injuries, and he was a little dazed for a while.

In front of the Shangqing Sect, there was a sudden silence.

Countless pairs of eyes, all of them looked at Ye Luo.

That slender monk, who had at least the peak of the sixth layer of Qi cultivation, was directly shocked into internal injuries and vomited blood and retreated under Ye Luo's roar? Didn't even really make a shot?

How did he—how did he do it?

Can he cultivate?

Isn't he a waste astral? How is it possible to cultivate?

Ye Luo didn't pay attention to anyone's shock, but turned his head and looked at an immortal cultivator who walked out of the city, and said, "The Great Bamboo Peak of the Shangqing Sect, which cloud bridge did you pass from?" ”

"The bridge on the leftmost, that, buddy, I, I'll tell you the situation, the seven peaks of the Shangqing Sect, only the big bamboo peak is the most strange, you may not be able to enter.

Over the years, Da Zhufeng has been making a fuss about independence, wanting to split and become independent from above the Shangqing Sect, and using the supreme array pattern to set up a large array at the end of the cloud bridge to prevent outsiders from entering.

Not only that, at the entrance of the bridge, there is also a strange old man who plays chess at the bridgehead every day and has terrifying strength, guarding the bridgehead every day, and in fact, Dazhufeng and the other six peaks often accept tens of thousands of disciples and countless servants.

As for the disciples of the previous generation, it is rumored that there are people who are obsessed with playing chess, some who are obsessed with reading, some who are obsessed with writing, and those who go down the mountain to set up stalls, and even a beggar who walks the world, as well as a butcher who kills pigs, and a gentleman who teaches, all of them are wonderful, and there is no normal person.

In this way, they also declared to the outside world every day that they wanted to be independent from the Qingyun Sect and claim to be one, even the Taishang Elder of the Shangqing Sect, the head of the sect, some terrifying existences, and the people who saw Dazhu Peak had a little headache, what are you going to do? The monk explained a lot in one breath, and the man had not yet recovered from the shock.

Ye Luo couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, Yu Ji was a supreme existence at the power level of the Loulan Holy Land, even if she was in a semi-conscious state, the place where she opened her mouth to say that she was going should have its inevitable reason.

It's just, why does she have to go to this peak?

"Uncle, I seem to remember, when Master Yu Ji was young, it seems that he had lived in Dazhufeng for ten years, and I also heard it by chance." Zhou Xiaoyu suddenly spoke.

"So, Yu Ji is considered to have grown up in Dazhu Peak, or even a person from Dazhu Peak, why did she become the master of your Loulan Holy Land again?" Ye Luo was puzzled.

"I don't know, otherwise, let's go to Dazhufeng first, if that's the case, Dazhufeng should be the hometown of Master Yu Ji, and the people in it are either relatives or old people, right? First send Master Yu Ji to Dazhu Peak, and then let's go to Longshou Peak and go to the one-year appointment. Zhou Xiaoyu proposed.

As the only person who knows Ye Luo's hole cards and strength, Zhou Xiaoyu has been extremely confident in Ye Luo, and even worships it.

"Can you cultivate?" At this time, in front of the mountain gate, many monks had already returned to their gods.

"What he just used is not like the method of Qi cultivation cultivators, but the means of body refining cultivators, it's just that what he cultivates is not Heavenly Dao Fist, can he only stop at the fifth level of body refining in this life?" Some monks were shocked.

"He won't have the strength to fight Huo Aotian, right? That's impossible! The monk shook his head in disbelief.

Ye Luo ignored everyone's shock, and after a simple exchange with Zhou Xiaoyu, he was going to send Yu Ji, who was seriously injured and unconscious, to Dazhu Peak first, and then to Longshou Peak for a year's appointment.

Ye Luo and Zhou Xiaoyu stepped forward.

"I want to test your true strength." Among the four or five young people who came up from Longshou Peak, the young and powerful monk who took the lead, Qi Hao, suddenly had a solemn expression and blocked Ye Luo's way.

"Good dogs don't stand in the way, your Shangqing Sect's Longshou Peak is also the head of the Seven Peaks of the first wealthy family in the Eastern Wilderness, my uncle's one-year appointment is a life-and-death battle with Huo Aotian, Huo Aotian has not yet made a move, what are you anxious about, are Huo Aotian afraid, let you test Uncle Ye's strength?" Zhou Xiaoyu said mockingly.

Qi Hao, who has a green shirt and scarf, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a powerful breath, couldn't help but stagnate for a while, and then couldn't help but be angry, and said: "Where did you come from, there is no discipline at all, get out!" ”

"Annoyed and angry? I think it's you who should get out, and it's you who is not disciplined. Ye Luo took a step forward lightly and blocked in front of Zhou Xiaoyu.

"Waste, what qualifications do you have to talk to me, Combat Skill: Dragon Head Devouring!" Qi Hao had already seen the power of Ye Luo's roar before, and he couldn't see Ye Luo's depth clearly for a while, and in a fit of rage, he directly displayed his strongest combat skill, and his body burst out with murderous intent, and he didn't even plan to stay alive.

It was also at this time that the news that Ye Luo had returned from Shenshi City and arrived in front of the gate of Shangqing Sect Mountain really spread to the Dragon Peak of Shangqing Sect, and among the younger generation of the major holy places, families, and many mysterious forces, many people were surprised, and more people were disdainful, and some of the younger generation of monks rushed to hear the news and wanted to see the appearance of the waste star in advance.

Ye Luo saw Qi Hao's murderous and awe-inspiring shot, his eyes couldn't help but be cold, and his hand was slowly raised, and his blood was like an abyss.