"Okay, do you all three understand. Go ahead and don't let this seat down. ”

After touching about half a cup of tea, the middle-aged fat man Qing Xijin took the lead in explaining.

"Elder, rest assured. Just the four heavens of Tianyang, we can't knead it as much as we want. ”

"Yes, yes. The meeting will definitely let the boy who does not know the height of the sky and the thickness of the family kowtow in front of the door of my Qing clan, in order to show his piety and respect. ”

The three teenagers of the Red Spirit Vein were all arrogant, full of pride, and overflowing with words.

"Qinglong, Qingyu. You all get it. The old man told him again, and the lion fought the rabbit with all his strength.

Don't let that young man have a low realm, so as to give birth to a heart of contempt for the enemy. Hey, Qingyu, why is there something wrong with your face? ”

The old man Qing Liou also explained that he had almost explained, and he immediately removed the sound transmission technique.

It's just that he suddenly found that Qing Yu, a talented young man who has been famous and hot in his veins recently, seems to be constantly changing.

Among them, there were shocks and doubts, disdain and anger, and finally there was even some obvious jealousy and murderous intent quietly flashed.

In short, Qingyu's originally arrogant signature expression began to become extremely complicated and strange after hearing the name of Sanyin Boy Qingji.

"Returning to the elders, the juniors have been in a hurry recently because of the imminent baptism of the Divine Ding, so they are a little frivolous and anxious in their martial arts cultivation.

Just now I heard that a boy from a separate family dared to be complacent and despise my descendants just because of a lucky victory. I couldn't help but feel indignant, I couldn't control my emotions, and I asked the elders to forgive me.

As for Qingji's kid, the younger generation will teach him how to behave later. The elders just have to wait for the good news. ”

In the face of Qing Liou's inquiry, Qing Yu did not panic, but quickly returned to normal.

He was dressed in black and saluted. With his demeanor and bearing, even Qing Xuefeng on the side frowned secretly.

This son was as early as two or three years ago, and he was an immortal boy who could compete with the first day of the clan on the narrow road of Qingfeiyang.

It's just that later, after Qing Feiyang was favored by the madman of the Red God First Line, he used all the power of the whole vein to cultivate one of them.

Qing Feiyang soared at an incredible speed above the martial arts, and finally left Qing Yu far behind.

The latter, on the other hand, was initially struck by a period of despair, but in the end did not fall completely because of it.

On the contrary, in the past year, Qingyu has been catching up. The speed of its progress in the martial arts made everyone jaw-dropping. There is even a faint threat to Qingfeiyang again.

So now in the case of Qing Hengtian being imprisoned, life and death have not yet been decided. The Chiyin Pulse has been secretly considering focusing on cultivating the re-emerging Qingyu as a sharp weapon against the Chishen Peak Qingfeiyang in the future.

These messages, albeit quite secretive, are quite secretive. But under the inquiry of those who have a heart, it is still not difficult to obtain. Qing Xuefeng, as one of the several people in power who played a pivotal role in Chixiao's lineage, had already heard of this.

"It's okay. The Shending Baptism War only comes once in ten years, and it is indeed a great opportunity for you and others to fight to the death.

It's just that if you want to hurry, you can't reach it, and everything must be done carefully and prudently. ”

The old man glanced at Qing Yu deeply.

He is old and sophisticated, how can he not hear that there are many untruths in this young man's words.

But at this moment, it's not good to make too many inquiries. Anyway, with Qing Yu's recent momentum of advancing by leaps and bounds to block and kill gods, as long as he shows a little skill, he will have the strongest combat power among the five.

With him in charge, it is ten out of ten to deal with Qingji, and there will never be any accidents.

Seeing the five teenagers walking out of the main hall proudly, Qing Liou and Qing Xijin were both smiling and confident.

With their identity, of course, they would not personally run outside the Qingfu Gate to watch a fight between juniors. You only need to sit in the main hall and grasp the battle situation through the light curtain of the clairvoyant mirror.

…………

"Is this the Qing clan? It is worthy of being the top power of the Dayu Dynasty......"

At the foot of the peaks, Qingji looked up, and did not hide his shock and admiration after coming here for the first time.

The courtyard of the Qing clan is built against the mountain, and it is so magnificent that it is simply incredible. Just the main gate in the center is dozens of zhang high and hundreds of zhang wide.

On both sides of the main entrance, nine pairs of side doors are lined up from high to low.

Qingji visually inspected it, and even the pair of the most "short" ninth partial gates, its height was twenty zhang away, and its width was even more than 100 zhang. It can accommodate dozens of carriages and horses galloping in parallel, and it will never appear congested.

On either side of the ninth pair of side gates, there are two endless mountain ranges that naturally clash and stretch diagonally behind them.

On the two mountain ranges that are like blue rainbows, the peaks are undulating, and the aura is like smoke. There are also countless buildings of different shapes dotted among them.

High terraces, jungle courtyards. Qingquan Cave Mansion, ancient temple vine rose.

All of this is more and more reflected in the endless and towering atmosphere of the entire Qing clan.

Qing Ji was shocked, but he couldn't help but laugh secretly. From this point of view, in fact, the Qing clan, which is famous in the imperial capital, is only in the imperial capital in front of him.

And the two distant mountain ranges that really carry the cultivation and survival of countless clansmen of the Qing clan have long since disappeared.

Only in this way can it be reasonable. Otherwise, no matter how vast and vast the land is, how can it accommodate the existence and cultivation of countless martial artists.

The situation of the other forces in the imperial capital should be mostly similar.

It's just that if you want to occupy an excellent place like the Qing clan, which is full of aura and terrain, you must have a bigger fist to speak.

In fact, Qingji didn't know the two mountain ranges he saw in front of him. It was in ancient times, except for the cultivation of several pinnacle ancient kingdoms, it could be called one of the few places where the aura gathered in the world.

The ancestor of the Qing clan shook the ancients and divided the land as the sect. After more than a dozen earth-shattering battles for Lizong, these two "Tongling Mountain Ranges" were taken under the ownership of the Qing clan.

At that time, the ancestor of the Qing family, a thought of the collapse of mountains and rivers, and a finger of emptiness. Fenghua Gaidai is invincible, and it is not just a bigger fist.

Gathering his thoughts, Qingji looked up again. I saw that at the highest point of the main gate of the clan, there was a huge plaque hanging.

The gold characters on the red background are written with the five big ancient seals of the "Qing clan".

At first glance, these five characters look childish and dull, just like a child who has just learned to write and sketch them out at will.

However, when this plaque hung high above the cloud-shrouded void, the wind blew, and the strokes of these words flew with the momentum.

Faintly, it seems to be a pen blade, all of which are dragons and tigers. The forest roars and gathers, and the dominance is extreme.

What's more, the longer Qing Ji stared at these strokes, the more he felt that there was an endless scorching power comparable to the scorching sun of the sun, rushing out from the dozens of strokes that had already turned into the shape of a dragon and tiger.

After a while, this heat seemed to have clear eyes, and it rushed directly towards Qingji.