The male voice was not loud, but it exploded throughout the camp.

The disciples of the various sects in the camp got up one after another and walked out one by one, scolding and chattering.

As soon as he left the camp, he saw a young man in a brocade coat and a mink coat approaching.

Behind him, followed by Sun Yanhong, a disciple of the Great Elder of the Sword Sect, and twelve other disciples.

"What's the situation?"

"People from the Sword Sect?"

"How can the people of the Sword Sect act so arrogantly, and they are here so arrogantly?"

He Qiuliang walked over with a group of disciples from Baicao Hall.

His face was very ugly.

In the middle of the night, the talents of the Sword Sect arrived.

Moreover, it seems that the purpose of coming here is not to help him get rid of demons, but to find a person named "Ding Jian".

It's just too deceitful!

Greeting the young man, He Qiuliang didn't show him a good face, but said with a gloomy face: "Ladies and gentlemen of the Sword Sect, there is nothing here that you are looking for Ding Jian, some are just the major sect masters and brothers who helped me He Qiuliang eliminate demons!"

A look of sarcasm appeared on the young man's face.

Previously, he used the soul searching technique to conduct a memory search on the disciple of the Great Elder of the Sword Sect named Sun Yanhong, and from there, he learned that the man in front of him was the chief disciple of the sect in this "secret realm".

"It's really funny!" the young man looked at He Qiuliang and shook his head.

His own divine mansion was actually regarded as a secret realm by a group of ants!

The next moment, the young man suddenly made a move, and the five fingers of his right hand probed towards He Qiuliang.

The young man's shot caused a cheer all around.

The disciples of the major sects roared one after another, wanting to stop it.

Their shouting apparently didn't do anything.

He Qiuliang exclaimed in surprise, and was directly sucked by the powerful attraction between the young man's five fingers!

With the young man's right hand five fingers pressed.

He Qiuliang collapsed under his five fingers, foaming at the mouth, and his body twitched violently!

Full house!

The disciples of the major sects watched this scene in horror one by one.

Too powerful!

Even He Qiuliang didn't have the strength of a round under him!

In the middle of the crowd, Cheng Mubai pulled Yu Lean, Tong Yan and Bloody Hand and slowly retreated.

Before, he had been delusional that this group of people might be able to resist this young man.

Now it seems, it is simply impossible!

With such a powerful enemy, running away is the best strategy!

The disciples of the Hundred Grass Hall were the first to react.

Looking at He Qiuliang's painful appearance, dozens of Hundred Grass Hall disciples pounced on the young man.

"Look for death!"

"Let go of Senior Brother!"

"If you dare to make a move on your senior brother, you deserve death!"

The young man still maintained the movement of grabbing He Qiuliang's head with the five fingers of his right hand.

Behind him, Sun Yanhong and the twelve Sword Sect disciples greeted him and fought with these Hundred Grass Hall disciples.

Moreover, Sun Yanhong and these Sword Sect disciples fought extremely fiercely, often attacking with their lives.

In a short time, the disciples of the Hundred Grass Hall were killed and injured several people!

"Sword Sect's, don't stop yet!"

"From now on, my Baicao Hall and the Sword Sect will never die!"

"Help, grass Nyima, all stand and wait to die!"

The disciples of the Hundred Grass Hall were red-eyed one by one.

Only then did the disciples of the major sects come back to their senses, and some of them attacked the young man, and more attacked Sun Yanhong and the twelve disciples of the Sword Sect.

Seeing that everyone was about to attack the young man, they saw the young man pinching his fingers.

He Qiuliang's head burst directly!

Blood mist is flying everywhere!

However, when it splashed in front of the young man, it was blocked by a thin layer of golden light.

All the disciples of the major sects who attacked the young man froze in place one by one, their bodies trembling like chaff.

He's dead.

He Qiuliang, the chief disciple of Baicao Hall, died.

Pinch to death by a young man like an ant!

The young man didn't pay attention to the disciples of the major sects at all, but just took out a storage ring from He Qiuliang's headless corpse and pinched it casually.

There was a "click", the storage ring shattered, and a large amount of things gushed out of the ring.

One by one, the disciples of the Hundred Grass Hall roared and attacked like crazy.

After all, Sun Yanhong and the twelve Sword Sect disciples were chopped into meat because the number was too small.

The disciples of the Hundred Grass Hall rushed towards the young man again.

"Avenge the elder brother!"

"Kill him!"

However, when they rushed in front of the young man, the young man's eyes widened.

Suddenly, all the Hundred Grass Hall disciples froze.

Then, they turned around one after another and rushed towards the disciples of the major sects around them.

Screams came and went.

"Stop, Baicaotang!"

"Baicaotang, you are crazy!"

"Run, the people of Baicaotang are definitely in the illusion, they will kill people when they meet!"

Still, someone recognized what the young man had done.

Seeing this, the disciples of the major sects turned around and ran, running wildly in all directions.

Although Cheng Mubai and the four of them ran a little earlier, they quickly dispersed under the impact of the disciples of the major sects.

The young man watched the disciples of the major sects rushing around, and the mockery on his face was even worse.

However, he didn't strike again.

He just crushed the jade pendant in his hand.

The people in the camp disappeared like shooting stars.

In the blink of an eye, they appeared on the edge of the pond in Baicaotang.

The Hundred Grass Hall Sect Master, the Old Man Bauhinia, and the people who led the teams of the major sects all stopped there, watching with a puzzled look on their faces as countless rays of light rushed out of the swirling nebula, turning into sect disciples one by one.

"What about the chief disciple?" the old man Zijing asked as soon as he saw the disciples of the major sects.

The chief disciple Yu Pei was crushed, and that was because his life was in danger!

No one answered her questions.

The disciples of the major sects were relieved, and they ran behind the old man Bauhinia and the people who led the teams of the major sects as soon as possible, and their faces turned pale one by one.

The young man and dozens of Hundred Grass Hall disciples also came out.

Dozens of Hundred Grass Hall disciples came out, and they still didn't stop for a moment, attacking all around, regardless of enemy and friend!

The faces of the old man Bauhinia and the leaders of the major sects changed drastically one by one, and they all tried to stop them.

It's just that they have just made a move here, and the young man grabbed the old man with his right hand.

The old man Bauhinia involuntarily flew towards him!

The old man Bauhinia was old and fine, his body had just flown up, and the crutches in his hand immediately stabbed into the ground, and half of the crutches did not enter it.

Holding the cane in both hands, she forcibly stopped the figure that was flying towards the young man.

The situation of the old man Bauhinia shocked the people who led the teams of the major sects to jump, and everyone retreated in unison.

Only this time, the representative of the royal family, the Eight Sages King, pushed away the chief guard, walked up, and saluted the young man: "This young man, please stop! ”

The young man looked at the Eight Sages and stopped.

The old man Bauhinia landed on the ground and looked at the young man with a look of horror.

Just now, she had the feeling that she was sailing in a storm, like a boat sailing in a storm, and it was about to capsize at any time!

Thinking of the jade pendant that the chief disciple He Qiuliang crushed, and then looking at the dozens of Baicao Hall disciples who entered the secret realm were still attacking frantically, the old man Bauhinia was as dead as ashes, his mouth was trembling, and he asked the young man, "What happened to your chief disciple?"