In the audience, only Ye Wentian's angle could see the expression of the one-eyed middle-aged man, which could be described in one word, that is, horror.

"Garbage, die. Ye Wentian waved his hand casually.

Suddenly, with a pop, Yin Hong's blood line spread from the center of the one-eyed man's eyebrows, and under Zheng Hai's horrified gaze, in the midst of everyone's exclamations, it cracked and fell to the ground.

The blood burst out in a radial shape, but there was not a single drop of blood around Ye Wentian.

At this moment, everyone suddenly realized that Ye Wentian was a great master, a real master!

"Oh my God, killing the Spirit Saint in one blow is terrifying!"

"It's incredible, how could he have such a terrifying cultivation at such a young age?"

"Could it be the Spirit Emperor powerhouse, or the supreme powerhouse?"

"Ah, I understand, it is said that the supreme strong can have an immortal appearance, although he looks young, he is likely to be an old-timer who has lived for a hundred years, so he can kill the Spirit Saint with one blow. ”

"It makes sense, the people of the Glass Sword Sect bumped into the iron plate this time. ”

"Relieve your anger, Dog/Day Glass Sword Sect, I vomited out my food for three days. ”

In the lobby, the rest of the people of the Glass Sword Sect were all frightened, the hands holding the sword began to tremble, and their legs began to tremble, and the original menacing appearance all collapsed, and all that was left was fear.

The Glazed Sword Sect was used to being arrogant in Qingyang City, and they never dreamed that they would really hit the iron plate today.

As the fuse of the incident, Zheng Hai was even more frightened, he originally thought that Ye Wentian was just a broad young master, and thought that as long as he blocked the silver-armored beauty, he could slaughter Ye Wentian at will, but he realized at this time that he was very wrong.

The platinum qi in Ye Wentian's hand was still flickering, and there was a faint sound of a white tiger roaring, which made people's hearts tremble.

"I, you can't kill me, my father is an elder of the Glass Sword Sect, a strong person of the Spirit Emperor, if I die, he will definitely go out to take revenge, so you can't kill me!" Zheng Hai thought about it, but still felt that this sentence was the most reliable.

Ye Wentian smiled and smiled coldly: "Dare to threaten me when you are dying?"

"I'm not threatening you, I'm telling the truth...... Ahh

The platinum qi condensed into a huge white tiger, viciously throwing Zheng Hai to the ground, his minions tearing flesh and blood flying.

"Monica, Starripple, clean up the trash. Ye Wentian stopped making a move, strode out, and where he passed, the crowd automatically got out of the way, and no one dared to look directly into Ye Wentian's eyes.

Xinglian's figure disappeared suddenly, and the pitch-black dagger stabbed the two of them silently, and then flashed next to Ye Wentian's body, as if nothing had happened.

The two of them fell to the ground with a miserable howl, rolling and struggling miserably, and half of their bodies were corroded into black gas and black smoke in an instant.

Monica's anger was nowhere to vent, and the big sword fell into the stars and slashed vertically and horizontally, slashing the other two, throwing off the blood and striding away.

Since then, the six members of the Glazed Sword Sect have all been wiped out, and a red flame ignited in the place where Ye Wentian stood, instantly enveloping the entire restaurant, and every filth and filth will be purified in the flames.

......

Qingyang City, south of the city, Autumn Wind Lane.

Autumn Wind Lane is very long, very deep, but very lonely, there are hardly a few pedestrians on the way, and most of the buildings on both sides are dilapidated, and the roadside is overgrown with weeds and no one to take care of it.

Dugu Jian stood in front of a gate at the end of Autumn Wind Alley, looked at the waist-high weeds on both sides, and the mottled and broken stone lions, and sighed softly.

That's right, this is the Peerless Sword Sect, the Peerless Sword Sect that dominated Sky City back then, ranking eighth among the Ten Sects of the Blue Dragon!

The millennium has declined, the glory of the past is long gone, and all that remains is ruin and helplessness.

Grabbed the dim brass ring, tapped it lightly twice, and then there was a long wait.

The years are in a hurry, the past is the same, thinking about when he was a teenager, he decided to leave, and went to the vast world alone, after all kinds of experiences, and now he is also a return to his hometown, but he is sighing in his heart, and there is a trace of incomprehensible anger.

He was puzzled, in the past few years, he had obviously sent more than 10 million gold coins to the sect, but why was the sect still so dilapidated? There was not even the slightest sign of improvement?

Where is the money? Is the old sect master, who is paralyzed after losing all his skills, that is, his grandfather, okay?

Finally, there was a sound of footsteps behind the door, the deadbolt was opened, and with an unpleasant creak, like rotten wood being wrung off, the mottled door slowly opened.

An old face leaned out from behind the door, his eyes were full of silence, and when he saw the tall and handsome young man at the door, a touch of anger appeared in his eyes, and his tone was a little incredulous: "You, you are a sword?"

Dugu Jian felt that the corners of his eyes were a little moist, and he hurriedly bowed his head and said, "Yes, I'm Jian'er, Fu Bo, are you okay?"

"You're finally back, it's good to be back, it's good to be back, hurry up, come in. Fu Bo hurriedly got out of the way, although he was a gatekeeper, he was also half a housekeeper, watching Dugu Jian grow up, he had no children and no daughters, so he had a lot of feelings for Dugu Jian.

Dugu Jian hurriedly came in, turned around and closed the door, and saw that Fu Bo's footsteps were unsteady, so he hurriedly held him up.

Fauber sighed with relief.

"Grandpa, how is his health?" asked Dugu Jian.

"What else? Since being ...... by your third uncle and third aunt Ahem, it's nothing, it's nothing, go and meet the old sect master, he must miss you very much. Fauber stopped talking in the middle of the sentence, as if there was something unspeakable.

At the mention of the third uncle and three aunts, Dugu Jian's heart sank slightly.

The old sect master has five sons and three daughters, the three daughters married out and never came back, and there was no contact, five sons, three died, one was running around, only the third child stayed in the sect, so the responsibility of taking care of the old sect master fell on the third son.

However, the third child took a very mean daughter-in-law, greedy for money, power, and has a big temper, pretending to be very filial on the surface, but very mean in his bones, and making things difficult for the old sect master in every way.

The old sect master lost all his skills, half of his body was paralyzed, and he was old, he couldn't take care of himself, and when he was angry, he could only hold back by himself, and in front of his grandchildren, he pretended to laugh.

These Dugu Jian have known since he was a child, but he is too young and too weak, if he tears his face with the third uncle, his grandfather's life will probably be even more difficult.

"Grandpa, I'm back, and now I have the ability to support the sect!" Dugu Jian secretly clenched his fists.

Neither of them noticed that four figures appeared on the courtyard wall at some point, it was Ye Wentian, Monica, Zhu Yan and Xinglian.

"It's so dilapidated, this is the unrivaled Sword Sect that was so powerful back then?" Zhu Yan's tone was full of disbelief.

Ye Wentian shook his head, with a slight chill in his eyes: "It seems that yes, I have deliberately taken care of Dugu Jian in the past few years, and sent a lot of money to Dugu Jian, and he sent almost all of it to the sect, but the Wushuang Sword Sect has still not changed, what must have happened in this, I want to see who is so bold and dares to swallow Lao Tzu's money!"

After saying that, Ye Wentian pulled up the three of them and rushed out like phantoms.

(After writing the Peerless Sword Sect in the past two days, it will enter a new big plot, which will lead to the stigma of the sky, so stay tuned.) ）