readx;? Ling Xiaoye knew that the blow he had just delivered was to deter these martial artists and not to come to him for trouble. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info things are also as he expected, those warriors really no one dares to come.

He didn't have much time to fight with these people, so after leaving the gate of the merchant, he walked out into the street. He also needed to buy some things, and after walking around with his two disciples, he walked towards the north gate of the city.

After leaving the city, they took off again and flew back to Qinglan Gate. After more than two hours of travel, I finally returned to the foot of the mountain before evening.

Ling's divine thoughts sensed that something was wrong, and from the sect halfway up the mountainside, there was a palpitating spiritual power.

"Not good!"

Ling Xiaoye subconsciously sped up his speed, leaving the two disciples far behind.

"Could it be that the people of the Gu De Sect shouldn't be so fast!" Ling Xiaoye muttered to himself, but he couldn't think of anyone else who would go up the mountain to find trouble.

Now that the phantom array had been broken, after Ling Xiaoye flew quickly, he hid his body and breath, hiding in a bush dozens of feet away, watching what was going on.

His sharp eyes clearly saw at this moment that on the martial arts arena of Qinglanmen, a group of Qinglanmen disciples were surrounded by some other martial artists, each with angry expressions, and his eyes were staring at outsiders, full of anger, but there was nothing he could do.

When Ling Xiaoye saw the people who went up the mountain, wearing gray robes, he knew that these were the disciples of Gu Dezong.

"It came so fast. ”

Ling Xiaoye said secretly, he estimated that in ten and a half days, this sect would definitely come to the door. However, it was less than three days, which greatly surprised him. However, he hurriedly observed these warriors who went up the mountain to see which one was the most powerful.

Most of the Gu De Sect disciples were dressed in gray robes, but Ling found a guy in light blue clothes, pacing around, with words in his mouth:

"Give you another time to burn incense in Qinglanmen, my time is not something that you waste sects can delay. If the boss doesn't show up again, you just wait to collect the body. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he continued: "By the way, it's all dead, and you still want us to help you dig a pit and dream." I beg you to dig a pit now and jump into it yourself, lest you get my hands dirty. ”

Ling Xiaoye set his eyes on those Qinglanmen disciples again, only to see that they were all red-faced, some were scared, and some were angry. That's what he wants—the spirit of humiliation!

The ancients: Shame and courage. After being humiliated, the courage to move forward is exactly what the disciples of this sect lack. Living a comfortable life, neither cultivating nor studying, so what's the difference between it and a bunch of salted fish?

The two Life Wheel Realm disciples who followed Ling Xiaoye back didn't see Ling Xiaoye's shadow, so they flew straight to the martial arts arena. Just as the two of them were still wondering why there were so many people on the ground, the guy in the light blue robe made a move.

Two strong winds blew at some point, rolling up flying sand and lifting up large pieces of rubble. Where the strong wind passed, it was difficult for people to open their eyes, and even some martial artists with low cultivation took two steps back to stabilize their bodies.

"Senior Brother Pang is powerful and extraordinary, he is a model for my generation to learn and an example for cultivation!" A disciple of the Gude Sect, who was unstable by the wind, did not forget to slap his ass loudly twice when he tried to block the wind and sand.

Another disciple next to him laughed recklessly: "Nonsense, Senior Brother Pang's attainments are far from what we can imagine. This trick alone, 'Wind Sweeping the Fallen Leaves', can kill more than ninety percent of the disciples of Qinglan Sect. It seems plain, but in fact it is powerful, you can see it when you look at it. ”

The other disciples looked in the direction of the two winds that were already long dragons, and the two Qinglanmen disciples hurriedly dodged, but they couldn't escape the pursuit of the two winds, and then they were overwhelmed by the sand and stones brought by those strong winds, and it took a few breaths before falling from the sky.

The two Destiny Wheel Realm disciples were caught off guard, and there was no way to prevent them, and when they fell heavily to the ground, they were injured and injured, and vomited blood all over the ground.

"Two wastes!" The person who was called Senior Brother Pang scolded loudly at this moment: "This is your Qinglan Sect's good disciple? I didn't even take a single move, if I hadn't just used a bit of strength, the two wastes would have been crushed a long time ago." ”

At this time, several Qinglanmen disciples, enduring the monstrous anger, suppressed Tengteng's killing intent, and were not afraid that this martial artist surnamed Pang would attack again, and gently lifted the two injured fellow disciples. They took out some ordinary healing medicine and treated the two wounded.

"Hey, that head of yours, it is estimated that he would have fled a long time ago, abandoning you in the sea of fire and sword mountain. ”

The martial artist surnamed Pang looked at these disciples who stepped forward with contempt, and couldn't help but smile and said: "Waste sect, waste disciple, plus waste master." I can't figure out what kind of guts I had to bully my brother. That's it, don't wait for that boss to come, today I'm going to let go of my hands and feet, clean you up, and finally kill you all. ”

At the end, a strange smile appeared on the face of this warrior surnamed Pang, and he paused for a moment before he said faintly: "A waste sect was destroyed by my own hands, which can be regarded as a good thing for the Yuxu Empire, and it is estimated that no one will blame me." ”

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen winds swept the flying sand, and kept rising behind this person, like nine dragons playing with pearls, and the momentum was mighty. It's like a tornado on a rainy day, whirring and terrible.

The wind swept up wave after wave, blowing the trees of Qinglanmen to the branches and leaves, blowing the tiles of the Qinglanmen houses to the ground, and making most of the people present blow their hair flying, their clothes moving, and their bodies unable to stand steadily.

At this time, the disciples of the Qinglan Sect began to panic, and no three elders appeared, and no trace of the new head of the sect was found. Moreover, the spells of this martial artist surnamed Pang became more and more powerful, which made their originally angry faces appear with a desperate expression.

It is a kind of helplessness for the strong, despair of one's own incompetence, like falling into a thousand-year-old ice cellar, and the coldness of dying is revealed all over the body.

At this time, Ling Xiaoye, who was dozens of zhang away, was constantly hit in the face by sand and gravel. When he saw the changing expressions on the faces of the Qinglan Sect disciples, he knew that he couldn't hide.

Only when he appears can he give these people hope and give them hope to live.

"Who is it? dare to go up to Qinglan Gate to spread wild!"

Ling Xiaoye instantly fled into the air, appeared behind the long dragon formed by the condensation of more than a dozen strong winds and flying sand and stones, and said loudly.

He looked at the martial artist surnamed Pang and smiled: "Heh, that guy in a light blue shirt over there has a very big tone." ”

As soon as Ling Xiaoye's voice appeared in the air, the attention of the people on both sides was focused on him, and even the martial artist surnamed Pang, who was casting spells, paused for a moment.

"Master Ling!"

"It's really Master Ling, he's finally back!"

Many Qinglan Sect disciples began to cheer, with a hint of joy on their faces.

And those disciples of the Gu De Sect were full of mocking expressions, as if the young man in the air was arrogant and didn't know whether to live or die. Dare to say that their Senior Brother Pang has a big tone, so he can't be angry, and some people began to retort:

"When death comes, it's like a boiled duck's beak, with a hard mouth!"

"Dare to say that our Senior Brother Pang, this young man seems to think that he has a long life. ”

"By the way, this is this person! This person injured Senior Brother Pang's younger brother!"

After hearing this, the martial artist surnamed Pang was directly ignited, and his hatred rose directly to the sky, only to see him quickly make handprints with his hands and read the law.

And the dozen or so winds behind him spread out in a blink of an eye, mixed with a large amount of sand and gravel, whirring and writhing, speeding quickly, rushing towards Ling Xiaoye in mid-air. These dragon-like winds shrouded the sky above Qinglan Gate, and the range was very large, about 100 zhang wide.

Regardless of the shaking of their bodies, everyone exclaimed again and again, and for this powerful attack, the disciples of Qinglanmen originally had some joyful expressions, and they immediately replaced them with worry and frustration.

Those disciples of the Gude Sect were the opposite, their faces were full of fanaticism, and their mouths were applauding from time to time. In their eyes, with such a fierce spell attack, Ling Xiaoye would be crippled if he didn't die.

The warrior surnamed Pang didn't stop, he said hatefully: "Hurting my brother is a dead end!"

The wind is blowing stronger and stronger, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, except for the warrior surnamed Pang standing straight on the martial arts field, the rest of the people have begun to stagger, and some people are still holding the big tree next to them, so as not to be blown away by the wind.

"Master, how did you get through such a powerful spell?"

The little fat man Li Jiwei was holding a big tree, but he looked at the sky where Ling Xiaoye was with concern, and muttered to himself. At this time, the sand and gravel rolled up by the wind were overwhelming, and Ling Xiaoye had already been submerged.

The martial artist surnamed Pang seemed to hear this, and he continued to increase the injection of mana true element, making the power of the spell even stronger, and turning this piece into a dark night situation.

He sneered: "Haha, this kind of person can also be the head, it's really funny." I didn't use all my strength, and I had no breath at all, and it must have broken into a rain of blood! But this feeling is very good, very relieving. ”

The disciples of Qinglan Sect, as soon as they heard this person's sneering words, knew that the glimmer of hope of survival had been cut off. They shouldn't have pinned their hopes on the new leader.

The expression of despair once again shrouded the faces of the Qinglan Sect disciples, and they silently lowered their heads, not looking at the scarlet blood rain that might appear in the sky, nor wanting to see the same loss on the faces of their fellow sects.

The little fat man Li Jiwei was still chattering: "It's over, the boss said that he would hold on until he came back, but now that he is back, he can't hold it anymore! What should I do, what should I do?"

No one can answer Li Jiwei, the disciples of Qinglanmen only think now, regret should not be in the first place, why is it so lazy, wasted a lot of time, and finally became an ant under the feet of others, and he will die if he steps on it casually.