This is the key to the success or failure of this battle, relics!

If you can't get the relics, Qin Yi and the three hundred Qin troops will die at the hands of Nanlin Temple.

Xuankong is known as the first person under the Five Uniques, although it is an exaggeration, but at least it must be a great master cultivator.

A great grandmaster, whose strength can be as strong as the pillar of the Heavenly Kingdom, and the town is unified, even if it is a thousand armies, it is difficult to beat.

Not to mention the many masters of the Xuanzi generation!

If he gets the relics, Qin Yi will definitely be able to kill Xuankong and defeat the thieves.

If he can't get it, he won't hesitate, and will immediately choose to withdraw from the army, regardless of the gains and losses in name, and find this field again in the next day.

Annam Valley, Duanjia Daying.

Master Han Bei, the abbot of Shenlong Temple, and Duan Yunong, the head of the Duan family, sat at the top, and at the bottom sat Mo Ke, the elder of Shenlong Temple, and other representatives of the Dian sect.

"Chenfeng, are you sure that Qin Hou has gone south, and not to make fun of me?"

"Why don't you join us after three days?"

Duan Yunong snorted coldly.

As a descendant of the Dali royal family, Duan Yunong is used to sitting in the well and watching the sky, and he is still full of style, and he has waited for three days in a row, which is unprecedented.

"Yes, second brother, what do I think of Qin Hou, but you are a vain person, you are really a treasure."

"The affairs of our Dian people should be solved by our Dian people themselves."

"You don't want to think about it, why did Qin Hou agree to let you go to war and offend Nanlin Temple, what good did he have?"

The man on the first large chair on the left should be the first to attack.

This person is in his early thirties, with a white complexion, wearing a carved dragon red cloak, holding a folding fan, hanging white jade from his waist, spotless all over, exuding a faint fragrance, and a good look of a son.

He is Duan Yunong's eldest son, Duan Chenfeng's half-brother, and the son of the Duan family!

"That's right, we can still be afraid of him Nanlin Temple, Master Abbot, I'm going to fight with this gang of thieves, vowing to take back the relics of the ancestors."

Moko smashed the table with a palm, and stood up and shouted.

Mo Keben is a minority in Yunnan, Kongwu is warlike, and he is a famous master of divine power in Yunnan.

But seeing that he was full of tiger hair, eight feet tall, and as burly as a mountain, he made a crescent shovel weighing six hundred catties of strength already in the strength of the grandmaster, and had ten thousand catties of divine power.

"Mo Ke can't talk nonsense, Nanlin Temple injured several masters of our Shenlong Temple, and now you are coming to the temple again, isn't it your brute blood to speak of success or failure?"

Master Hanku's wrinkled face became more and more sorrowful.

"Yes!"

Mo Ke was extremely respectful to the abbot, and immediately joined together to receive the order.

While he was talking, a disciple hurriedly walked in and whispered, "Master Duan, abbot, Qin Hou is here." ”

"Pass him in." Duan Yu Nong Road.

"Father, it's a guest from afar, but it took me a lot of effort to invite Qin Hou to help, so you might as well greet it in person." Duan Chenfeng bowed his hand and bowed.

"Did you invite him, or do you go yourself!"

Duan Yunong snorted coldly and said unhappily.

"Yes, I heard that Qin Hou is only eighteen years old, just a hairy boy, where is it worth going to Duan Ye in person."

Moko and others chimed in.

"Okay, I'll go!"

In the face of the accusations in the hall, Duan Chenfeng was extremely helpless.

"Second brother, I'll go with you!"

The green-clothed girl on the side said softly.

As soon as she opened her mouth, the big tent was like a yellow warbler crossing the border, clear and moving, although it was veiled, but the white skin and starry eyes still made people reverie.

"Okay, Biyue, if you want to go, it couldn't be better."

Duan Chenfeng was overjoyed, and the two went side by side.

When Biyue walked out of the big tent, she saw the young man bathed in the moonlight.

The moonlight sprinkled on his delicate side face, there was an almost bewitching handsomeness, the long, thin figure and his indifferent expression, just as well as integrated, in the moonlight, the figure stretched very long, like a lonely peak as arrogant, cold.

Before she could get close to him, Biyue could feel a piercing cold.

"Master Hou, you're finally here, I'm looking forward to suffering."

Duan Chenfeng greeted him and bowed happily.

"I'm here, it's good for you, but maybe it's a disaster for others."

Qin Yi turned around, his cold eyes as sharp as a sword in the moonlight.

"Master Hou, you're not here to help us at all, are you? You're here to snatch the relics and take them for yourself, that's your real purpose, right? ”

Biyue looked at Qin Yi calmly and asked softly.

Qin Yi's eyes half-narrowed into a slit and landed on this absolutely beautiful and flawless face.

Although she wore a veil, the face that captivated the country and the city was also in his eyes.

"You're smart!"

"I kind of like you."

Qin Yi smiled evilly and walked away.

Biyue's heart fluttered, looking at the tall back, she lowered her head and pondered.

She is the first beauty in Yunnan, but she is also the dowry of this family!

Maybe this is the perfect opportunity for her to change her fate.

"Second brother!"

Biyue looked at Duan Chenfeng and just shouted softly, and the latter had already read everything from her rain-misty eyes.

"Biyue, I'm not sure, but we don't have any cards in our hands, so it's better to gamble."

Duan Chenfeng thought about it and sighed.

After speaking, the two caught up with Qin Yi and entered the big tent.

As soon as Qin Yi stepped into the big tent, he felt the cold hostility of everyone.

He snorted slightly, with great contempt, and didn't bother to speak, turning around and leaving.

The artificiality of the martial arts world is especially serious in the conservative Yunnan martial arts world, which is really disgusting.

"Mr. Xiao Qin, you are in such a hurry to leave, isn't it stage fright? May I ask how much you are geometric? ”

Duan Yunong asked proudly.

"Eighteen!"

Qin Yi said lightly.

"Haha!"

"It turned out to be a stinky kid, and even at the age of eighteen, he dared to call himself the leader of the alliance, and I think there is indeed no one in the Jiangdong martial arts world."

The head of a Dian sect laughed disdainfully.

"Presumptuous!"

Qin Yi's eyes were cold, and a purple yin dragon roared out, catching the person and slamming it on the ground.

The Yin Dragon poured into the body, and the powerful true qi directly shattered the person's heart.

The smile on the poor man's face had not yet dissipated, so he killed him with one blow.

"You!"

Looking at the corpses on the ground, everyone in the big tent was shocked.

You must know that this person is a cultivator in the late stage of internal refining, almost a grandmaster, and he can be regarded as the number one person, but he never wanted to be killed by Qin Yi with a raised hand.

"The surname is Qin, you are too much, are you friend or foe?"

Duan Yunong shouted angrily.

"Friend, are you worthy too?"

Qin Yi sneered.

"Presumptuous, the poor monk will meet you!"

Holding the crescent shovel, Moko bounced up and rushed towards him like a lion.

"Ant Junior!"

Qin Yi flicked his fingers, and a stream of true qi shot accurately on the Zen staff.

Moke only felt that his wrist was numb, and the crescent moon Zen staff weighing hundreds of catties broke in response, and he took a few steps back under his feet, and a fart was planted on the ground, where could he stand up.

(End of chapter)