The demon cultivators gathered around Liu Qingchen and returned to the Hundred Tribulation Palace.

Qiu Zhengming and Xiao Qianshen led the immortal cultivators they had gathered to return.

"Sect Master Qiu." Xiao Qianshen asked: "What do you think of Liu Qingchen's incident?" ”

"I don't believe Zhengyang did something like that." Qiu Zhengming replied: "It must be him who persecuted those monks, and the demon cultivators can do anything." ”

"Why didn't Sect Master Qiu say it at that time?"

"The four demon saints are here, with the ability of the two of us, it is possible to deal with it?" Qiu Zhengming asked him.

Xiao Qianshen shook his head: "I can't deal with it." ”

"The strength is not as good as others, no matter what he asks, he can refuse to answer." Qiu Zhengming frowned slightly: "Today's Liu Qingchen is different from the past. In his eyes, he is afraid that there will be no us people for a long time. ”

Xiao Qianshen nodded approvingly: "Sect Master Qiu might as well go to the Qianzhong Gate with me to discuss countermeasures." ”

"It's good!" Qiu Zheng immediately agreed.

Liu Qingchen and the demon cultivators escorted the carriage to the road, and the march was very slow.

The Xianmen disciples brought by Qiu Zhengming and Xiao Qianshen all knew the art of the sword.

Hundreds of swords, like meteors flashing in the air.

Dao Dao sword light flew straight to Changning.

The people of the earth looked up.

Some even fold their hands and pray silently to pour out their wishes.

Just as Edgeworth was flying, a glow in front of him blocked the way.

Qiu Zhengming and Xiao Qianshen hurriedly beckoned their disciples to stop.

The disciples of the Immortal Sect stopped one after another, stepping on the immortal sword and hanging in the air.

In front of them was Lin Xuetang.

Behind him were thirty or forty disciples of the Pure Heart Sect.

In order to prevent his disciples from swaggering outside, Lin Xuetang had strictly forbidden to practice the art of imperial sword.

Until Liu Qingchen and Ling Yunxuan left Nianliu Pavilion.

Deeply aware that the world was about to change, he taught the art of the sword.

The disciples of the Pure Heart Sect are all highly qualified.

Edgeworth's art is a little bit clear.

The disciple who followed him, dressed in white, stood in mid-air with a fairy sword, like dozens of snow-colored pear blossoms blooming in the sky.

He was in a depressed mood, and was blocked by the disciples of the Qingxin Sect, Qiu Zhengming asked, "Lin Xuetang, what do you mean?" ”

"It's not interesting." Lin Xuetang smiled: "It's nothing more than a slap in the face for the two of you." ”

The two of them were suddenly a little nervous.

Lin Xuetang's cultivation, they know.

With the two of them, even if they go together, they may not be opponents.

"What are you going to do?" Xiao Qianshen asked nervously: "Could it be that for Liu Qingchen, you want to be the enemy of Qianzhongmen and Dingfeng Ridge?" ”

"So what?" Lin Xuetang pouted: "I have already said that no one can touch him until the matter is clarified." If you two don't listen, what can I do? Face is given to each other, and you can't just remember to ask others for face, without caring about the feelings of others. ”

"What do you want?" Qiu Zhengming clenched his fists, beware of his sudden attack.

"Not really." Lin Xuetang replied: "One person will take ten slaps, and I will take the matter of Broken Soul Ridge." ”

Xiao Qian snorted coldly: "The two of us are the sect masters of the Immortal Sect, after slapping us, can the Qingxin Gate still be peaceful?" ”

"The Immortal Gate has been disturbed by you people, and the Pure Heart Gate can still be left alone?" Lin Xuetang said with a smile: "I don't care what you two do in the future, it's only serious to hit me first to make me refreshed." ”

Before the words fell, his figure flashed, and Edgeworth flew towards the two of them.

Lin Xuetang's speed was extremely fast.

Before Qiu Zhengming came back to his senses, a crisp slap sounded in the air.

After ten slaps, his cheeks suddenly swollen.

Seeing this, Xiao Qianshen hurriedly drew his sword.

Before the sword was unsheathed, the slap had already landed on his face.

Two people, twenty slaps, finished in an instant, and Lin Xuetang returned to the place where he had been hanging before.

He waved his hand generously: "You two can get out!" ”