"Don't I want to kill him to avenge my master?" Qingya's face turned pale, and he looked at the elder as if he were looking at a herd of pigs. No, she thought indignantly, "This is simply an insult to pigs, they are not as good as pigs." ”

At this time, a yin and yang voice shouted: "Maybe he is your concubine? You are embarrassed, sneak attack and kill the master, and then come to scare us to leave Laoshan, so as to fulfill your wish to occupy Laoshan." ”

Qingya sneered without looking back.

In the entire Laoshan faction, there is only one person who likes to speak in such a weird way, and that is the only female elder of the Laoshan faction, Xuanjing Daoist.

Qing Ya looked at the full number of elders in the Dharma Hall, his gaze suddenly became distant, and he somehow remembered when he first entered the mountain.

At that time, she was about six or seven years old, wearing a floral shirt and pigtails, and she looked rustic. She took Mingyue Zhenjun's hand and walked into the Dharma Hall with trepidation.

On that day, the Dharma Hall was as eerie and terrifying as it is today.

On that day, the elders in the hall were the same as today, with four on each side, a total of eight people. The weeping elders hid their faces in the shadows of the hall, leaving only a corner of the pitch-black robes rippling slightly in the wind.

That day, she was so frightened that she almost cried.

From that time on, Qingya had no good impression of Fatang, not at all.

She took a deep breath again and said lightly, "That's all I say, you can do it yourself." With that, he brushed his sleeves away.

Inside the Dharma Hall, there was silence!

Xuan Ming and the others were dumbfounded, and after a few minutes, they suddenly became furious.

Xuan Ming trembled with anger, and shouted incoherently, "The eyes are not respected, the eyes are not respected, what is the system, and the system is not ......"

Several other elders were also angry, but Qingya was deeply favored by Mingyue True Monarch, and they had no way to deal with her. Then, a thought lingered in their minds.

"Mingyue, is that guy really dead?"

"No, it's impossible, Mingyue's old thing's strength can be ranked in the top five in the world, who can kill him? Even if the Demon Emperor comes, he can only defeat Mingyue and can't kill him. Even if Zhou Tianzi ambushed with a group of people, he couldn't kill him. ”

"In that case, what is the purpose of Qingya's propagation of this fallacy?"

After thinking about it, I couldn't figure it out, and the elders had a headache.

There are two flowers, one on each branch.

As soon as Qingya went out, he jumped up, flew into the air, looked at the buildings hidden in the forest in various parts of Laoshan Mountain, and raised his voice: "Everyone, listen to me. ”

"The head of the sect was killed, and the enemy was on the way to Laoshan Mountain. Before his death, the master instructed me to leave Laoshan first, preserve our strength, and then continue the Laoshan lineage. ”

Hearing the sound of Qingya, many junior disciples came out of the house and the woods in a daze, looking at the Qingya in the sky.

Saying and talking, Qingya himself suddenly burst into tears, and choked up: "What the master is thinking about is the survival of Laoshan, everyone is in the same door, for the sake of Laoshan, please leave quickly." ”

According to Qingya's plan, she should persuade the elders, and then the "respectable" elders will come forward to appease all the fellow disciples, and everyone will flee Laoshan together.

In this way, the strength of Laoshan can be preserved to the greatest extent, and it will be easy for Du Lengqiu to leave in the future and re-establish the Laoshan faction.

But now, she wasted five minutes arguing with the old guys, and she didn't get anything. And now, time is running out for the big guys.

Chong Yuan traveled the world according to the instructions of Mingyue Zhenjun. In the huge Laoshan faction, Qingya no longer has a confidant of the same family, she looked at the commotion below, and felt that her heart was cold.

"Could it be that the sky is going to die in Laoshan Mountain?"

In today's world, there are countless sects, but like Laoshan Mountain, there are law and true monarchs, flying immortals, and divine channel people, and there are three generations of continuous files, which is rare. Only the sea of fragrant snow and the view of the sun can be compared with Laoshan Mountain.

The reason why the imperial court did not have an opponent against the world's sects was precisely because these three super sects joined forces, and Zuke and the imperial court were evenly matched.

Qingya muttered to herself: "The three major sects, go to one of them today." Her tears flowed like a river, but she still kept screaming.

"Let's go, let's go, and I'll be back tomorrow. ”

"Let's go, let's go, and I'll be back tomorrow. ”

"Let's go, let's go, and I'll be back tomorrow. ”

"Let's go, let's go, and I'll be back tomorrow. ”

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

Hearing Qingya's cry of blood and tears, some people began to hesitate, but most refused to leave. As cultivators, they were well aware of the strength of the Laoshan Sect, and they were not willing to believe Qingya's words.

"Perhaps, this is the test of the sect. "Some people who think they are clever start thinking like this, and they are very chicken thieves who don't tell anyone else. For them, if everyone chooses the same, wouldn't they be unable to show their loyalty, and it would not be so valuable.

But in addition to these self-proclaimed smart people, there are even smarter guys.

Chong He, Chong Ling was originally borrowing wine to drown his sorrows. Since Mingyue Zhenjun took Du Lengqiu up the mountain, the life of the two of them has not been very good. The disciples were talking to them behind their backs, while the elders were picking their noses and eyes, disgusting them for being too reckless.

But both of them are really smart people, and there are not so many twists and turns.

The two are dozens of years older than Qingya and know her very well.

Even if she killed Qingya, she would never joke with the life and death of Mingyue Zhenjun. But those elders were so greedy that they couldn't see Mount Tai.

The two didn't say a word, turned around and fled.

The two of them were so desperate that they didn't even flee inland, but went straight to the seashore and fled to the deep sea.

There are countless small islands in the sea, and both of them have decided to hide on them for ten or eight years, and never make a head.

With Chong and the two taking the lead, someone finally escaped.

Qingya could see clearly in the air, both a little relieved and a little sad.

It is gratifying that the Laoshan faction has a legacy after all, and the sad thing is that these bastards are all ungrateful cowards regardless of the revenge of the head being killed.

She wiped away her tears, tidied up her makeup, looked Western, and said in a low voice: "Come on, Du Lengqiu, let's fight to the death." ”

A streamer flashed through the sky.

The light dissipated, revealing Du Lengqiu's ordinary face. But in Qingya's eyes at this moment, Du Lengqiu was ten thousand times more hateful than the demons in hell.

When Du Lengqiu saw Qingya, he easily found the tears on her face, but he didn't say anything.

He glanced down and saw a mess, and he didn't ask much.

Qingya's gaze suddenly became sharp, and he grasped the hilt of his sword.

"You're here?"

"I'm here!" Du Lengqiu also didn't talk much nonsense.

"Look at the sword!"

Qingya's eyebrows flew, like a pair of flying swords, and then the fire burst out in her eyes, and two flying swords with red flames like fire really flew out. And the long sword in her hand is even more extraordinary, and when she raised the sword, there were thousands of rui colors, and a thousand zhang long sword light fell like a heavenly god's punishment. The sword light is magnificent, and the god is majestic.

Du Lengqiu did not make a joke, but solemnly drew his sword.

Ten Directions Mayfly Sword.

Thousands of sword qi came out of thin air, striking at the sword light with incomparably precision. One by one, one by one, collided in the air, or remained, or destroyed, stirring up thousands of colors.

Everyone on the ground looked at it, like fireworks blooming in the daytime.