If you continue to be brutal here, it is estimated that you will not be able to get out of this Phantom Sword Sect today, and you will have to fight here.

The overlords of those big forces all had ugly faces, and they were deciding whether to leave here or not.

They don't want to leave, this is the owner of the king-level bloodline, if they can get it, as long as they can cultivate it, then this power will also rise.

Phantom Wuxue and the four Supreme Elders of the Phantom Sword Sect all walked slowly towards those few big force overlords, the aura on their bodies bloomed, and the terrifying spiritual power swirled around their bodies, almost crushing this space!

But if they don't leave this place and continue to walk here, it is estimated that most of them will become cold corpses.

So their eyes change, and they make a choice.

In the end, they chose to leave, leaving Qingshan without fear of no firewood, not this time, next time it will always be.

"Phantom Old Sect Master, slow down, I'll retire! Excuse me!" At this time, the man in the fiery red robe suddenly stood up and said like this.

"Yes, we're leaving!"

Others chimed in and chose to leave.

And Ying Changkong and the others looked at those big power overlords with disdain.

Coercion, only know how to bully the soft and fear the hard!

"Oh, everyone, aren't you looking for some king-level bloodline owner?" Seeing this, Phantom Wuxue was immediately amused, and then asked deliberately like this.

"Don't look for it, excuse me!" the man in the fiery red robe looked angry, but he could only endure it.

Immediately, the man in the fiery red robe and the others all rode directly on their mounts and left this place.

Although he was unwilling, he had no choice, what else could he do on other people's territory, so he could only leave so unwillingly.

The strange beast roared, very unwilling, the other party is stronger than himself, he can't touch the stone with an egg, right?

Call!

Birds spread their wings, strange beasts gallop, spiritual power emerges, majestic and boundless.

For a while, the entire Illusory Sword Sect Main Hall was full of spiritual power, and the big trees that were blowing were swaying in all directions.

Phantom Wuxue and the others watched those people leave like this, without saying a word.

Ying Changkong and the others all secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but then another solemnity appeared.

I was easily shocked this time, but what about next time? Can it be so easy?

Everyone felt that there was a dark cloud on the top of the Phantom Sword Sect, and a thunderbolt would fall at any time, making everyone fearful.

Swish!

With a move of Phantom Wuxue's hand, the spirit array that hid Ye Han disappeared.

Ye Han's figure was immediately revealed, and everyone looked at Ye Han with some strange eyes.

The main lord appeared, Ye Han, the owner of the king-level bloodline!

Even Ying Changkong's eyes were shocked, he didn't expect that among these thousands of disciples, there were people who had awakened the power of the bloodline.

"This is Ye Han, I hope that you will keep everything about the power of Ye Han's bloodline strictly confidential for me, and those disciples who have seen the power of Ye Han's bloodline will also give me a gag order, if anyone dares to leak the news, they will not be spared!"

Phantom Wuxue looked at Ying Changkong and the other high-level members of the Phantom Sword Sect, and then his face turned cold, and he said threateningly, the aura of the eighth-level realm of the Martial Sect was released.

The terrifying oppressive force made everyone feel like they were carrying a mountain, and their faces turned white in an instant, but fortunately, the breath was just for a moment!

This aura alone is enough to crush the powerhouses under the Martial Sect!

"Did you hear it clearly?" said Phantom Wuxue coldly, a wave of killing intent coming out of her body.

The faces of those high-level members of the Phantom Sword Sect turned pale instantly, and their hearts were pounding, and the murderous intent of Phantom Wuxue was very terrifying.

"Hear me clearly!" those high-ranking members of the Phantom Sword Sect shouted in unison, led by Ying Changkong.

Everyone looked at Phantom Wuxue, and their faces were full of fear.

They believe that Phantom Wuxue will do what she says, so they can only honestly bury the news in their hearts!

Immediately, Phantom Wuxue took Ye Han and left with the four Supreme Elders.

Leaving behind a shocked shadow and a group of high-level members of the Phantom Sword Sect.

"Have you all heard that? Who dares to leak the secret, it will push my Phantom Sword Sect to the abyss, and at that time, the Phantom Sword Sect will no longer exist!"

"If anyone dares to leak the news, they will not be spared, from today onwards, everyone will treat these things as if these things have not happened! Then those disciples who were present that day have all issued gag orders, Mo Li, this matter is handed over to you!"

After Phantom Wuxue left, Ying Changkong threatened the top level of the Phantom Sword Sect again, arranging for someone to gag those disciples of the Phantom Sword Sect who saw it!

............

The entire Phantom Sword Sect was like the storm before dawn, quiet and terrifying.

Phantom Wuxue directly brought Ye Han to the top of Phantom Sword Peak, that is, the retreat place of Phantom Wuxue and the others.

After these few times, Ye Han is much better now than the previous times, at least he won't feel that the world is spinning.

When he opened his eyes and looked around, he found that he had come to the peak of the Phantom Sword Sect.

"Master, what are we doing now?" Ye Han looked at Phantom Wuxue next to him and said with a questioning expression.

"Now you will practice the Spirit Array for me, practice the Spiritual Exercises, and I will check your results every other day to see how well you are cultivating!"

It's not as kind as before, and it's a little more strict.

"Oh oh!" Ye Han's face remained unchanged at all, but there were some doubts in his heart, why did he suddenly become so strict?

Ye Han just wanted to ask if there was anything else, since there was no other, there was no need for Xuan Wuxue to say that he would also cultivate the spiritual power technique and condense the spirit array by himself.

Immediately, Ye Han was arranged to live in this sword tower, and set up a separate house for Ye Han to cultivate with peace of mind.

When the spirit array was condensed, Ye Han was outside, when he was cultivating the spiritual power exercises, he was inside, and at night he was meditating and cultivating.

In this way, Ye Han temporarily lived here, repeating these things every day.

The strength is also constantly improving, this Phantom Sword Sect is at the peak, the spiritual power is very strong, Ye Han cultivates every day, and his strength will be significantly improved, if it goes on like this, it is estimated that it will not take more than a month to break through again.

Time is also slowly passing, every other day, Phantom Wuxue will appear on time to test Ye Han's cultivation results, and there is also a sparring partner at Ye Han's point.

Every time, Ye Han shot with all his might, but he couldn't even punch Phantom Wuxue.

Every time, I will be beaten by the illusion of no snow, and my nose and face are swollen, which is miserable.

However, the skills and experience of the battle were constantly improving, and after seven days, Ye Han became a little thinner.

A special temperament also emerges spontaneously and slowly takes shape.

Rumble!

Ye Han induced the power of the bloodline, and the power of the bloodline was introverted, not revealed, and if he didn't look carefully, he couldn't see it at all.

A punch blasted out, and even the air made a popping sound, as if the void had been smashed.

With one punch, the first-level martial venerable will be blown up in an instant, but it is still so unbearable in front of Phantom Wuxue!

Just raised his hand slightly, and took Ye Han's punch with one punch.

Ye Han only felt like a fist had smashed against a hard wall, and even his fist felt painful.