The mountain breeze is bleak, passing through the valley.

Liu Qingchen and the others were surrounded by hundreds of immortal cultivators.

Xiao Qianshen and Qiu Zhengming stood masked in front of him.

Looking around at the immortal cultivator dressed as a mountain bandit, Liu Qingchen said, "Since the two sect masters are here, why do they want to show their faces? ”

The identity was seen through, Qiu Zhengming and Xiao Qianshen were full of embarrassment.

"Since you can see that it's us, there's nothing to say." The two of them simply took off their black scarves, and Qiu Zhengming said: "In order to avoid further disasters in the future, I can't allow you to leave alive today." ”

Tan Shihan and Zhu Changfeng stepped forward to protect the Lord Liu Qingchen.

Zhu Changfeng said: "It depends on your ability. ”

"Up!" Qiu Zhengming waved his hand.

The immortals were about to step forward, and countless colorful butterflies fluttered and poured into the valley.

Colorful butterflies are flying, lingering above the heads of all immortals.

A colorful cloud, from top to bottom, quietly falls.

Wearing a colorful skirt, Ji Fengwu landed on his feet and smiled: "Who wants to move the young master of my family?" Q: Didn't ask me? ”

Ji Fengwu appeared, Qiu Zhengming and Xiao Qianshen knew that they would definitely not be able to get any benefits in the battle of Broken Soul Valley!

"Two clans, are you going to go to war, or are you going to wait?" Ji Fengwu had spring in his apricot eyes and smiled softly.

Qiu Zhengming asked: "It's clear, Liu Qingchen killed Zhengyang, what do you want us to wait for?" ”

"Wait for someone." Ji Fengwu smiled even more charmingly: "When that person arrives, everything dares to explain Lang." ”

Xiao Qianshen shouted at Liu Qingchen: "What don't you want to explain? ”

Liu Qingchen looked indifferent and did not respond.

Interpretation?

What is the explanation to those who believe that the son of the Demon Venerable cannot do good deeds?

Wearing out the skin of the mouth is just a waste of effort.

Everything has been deployed.

When Sun Nianchen was sent, they just believed it, and if they didn't believe it, it was nothing more than a war!

"Sect Master Xiao." Ji Fengwu looked at Xiao Qianshen with a smile: "The young master doesn't need to explain, let alone explain to him, are you worthy?" ”

"Wait until someone arrives and ask them to pull up the dog's ears and listen carefully." Zhu Changfeng continued: "If you are still obsessed, the war is over. ”

"I've always been annoyed to listen to you." Tan Shihan also took a stubble: "But this sentence is reasonable." ”

As soon as the three demon saints sang and harmonized, Xiao Qianshen's face was as ugly as an eggplant beaten by frost.

The crowd behind the convoy separated, and Mo Xinyao led a group of demon cultivators to escort Sun Nianchen and a group of black-clothed people to come.

Demon Xiu twisted the men in black and told them to kneel.

Sun Nianchen stood tall and was kicked by Mo Xinyao towards the leg.

With his legs bent, he was kicked to his knees.

The two demon cultivators held him by the shoulders, preventing him from getting up.

"Two sect masters, save me!" Seeing Qiu Zhengming and Xiao Qianshen, Sun Nianchen seemed to grasp the last straw.

"Shut him up." Liu Qingchen commanded.

A demon cultivator stepped forward and wanted to stuff a cloth into Sun Nianchen's mouth.

Zhu Changfeng stopped him.

The demon cultivator retreated, and Zhu Changfeng took off his shoes and untied the cotton cloth wrapped around his feet.

Although the cotton cloth is changed every day, it doesn't smell good.

Crumpling the cotton cloth into a ball, he pinched Sun Nianchen's cheeks and pressed them into his mouth.

The immortal cultivators and demon cultivators present all showed disgusted expressions when they saw this scene.

Zhu Changfeng was very proud: "The footcloth is worthy of his stinky mouth!" ”

Sun Nianchen struggled, making a whining sound in his mouth, but he couldn't shout.

Qiu Zhengming frowned: "Gagged him, what else do you want him to say?" ”。

Mo Xinyao lifted the wooden stick and knocked on the head of a black-clothed monk: "Say what you said to me again." ”