"Stop. ”

A sharp voice sounded in his ears, and Xuan Qing retracted his footsteps and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

I saw that on both sides of the Sanqing Palace, two layers of people rushed up at a hula, and Xuan Qing took a closer look, and those people were wearing the unique clothes of the disciples of the Qingyang Sect.

It's just that it's very discordant that each of them has a sharp weapon in their hands, either a sword, or an axe, a hook and fork, which is obviously organized temporarily, and it is very discordant with the cultivation of holy places like the Qingyang Sect.

The man at the head was carrying a long knife in his hand, and walked in front of Xuan Qing with great strides.

The man raised the big knife in his hand and said unceremoniously.

"Tell me about you!"

Xuan Qing glanced at this man and couldn't help sneering.

"It turned out to be a senior brother. ”

This person was none other than Fei Hai, one of the true disciples of the Qingyang Sect. Fei Hai is quick to the rectum, and his personality is upright, he has always spoken roughly.

That Feihai Bahu is real, seeing Xuanqing calling himself a senior brother, he ignored it, and his tone was a little more arrogant.

"Boy, you can't go in. ”

Feihai once again emphasized his voice.

Xuan Qing never expected that after only a few months of hard work, this person who called himself junior brother at the beginning would become so arrogant and domineering, and no one would take care of Qingyang Sect?

"What if I want to go in!"

"Then don't blame me for being rude. ”

Fei Hai said as he clenched the long knife in his hand, a treasure weapon with repeated inscriptions carved on it.

Even though he was ten steps away from Xuan Qing, Xuan Qing could still feel the murderous aura emanating from the sword's body.

Xuan Qing was not afraid.

"I heard that the sect master is dead, why don't you see the bell ringing?"

According to the rules, when the sect master dies like this, the Qingyang Sect is going to ring the ninety-nine bells and gather all the disciples in the sect to come to worship, but since I got the news just now, it has been almost an hour now, and there has not been a single bell ringing.

"Uh......" was asked by Xuan Qing to the key point, and Feihai was speechless for a while.

For a long time, as if he remembered something, his voice became sharp again:

"This is all explained by the eldest brother. You don't have to worry about it, you can't get in anyway. ”

Feihai is a rectum in the end, and the flaws were revealed in only three or five sentences.

Xuan Qing suddenly understood.

The corners of his mouth showed a slight sneer, ignoring Feihai's gaze, his eyes looked at the door of the Sanqing Palace, and he stepped out directly.

He's going in.

He wanted to know what had happened during his absence!

As soon as he was about to take a step, he felt a gust of cold wind flickering from behind his spine, Xuan Qing was stunned, looked sideways, and saw a big knife slashing across the air.

Xuan Qing's expression did not move, and there was not the slightest change in his face.

Secretly condensed the rubbing of the Buddha, and slapped it fiercely on the back of the knife.

Rumble!

There was a wild tremor on the back of the knife, releasing a powerful force, and Feihai's wrist was sore, and he let go of the knife immediately, covering his wrist, grinning and howling wolf.

"How is that possible! How could this kid have so much strength?"

Feihai was almost prostrate on the ground in pain, looking at Xuan Qing in disbelief.

Xuan Qing turned his head lightly and smiled contemptuously:

"No matter how entangled, don't blame me for not remembering the friendship of the same family!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a strong spatial fluctuation, and the sound was transmitted far away, and Feihai's eardrums hurt for a while.

It's so powerful.

Although Feihai is also a cultivator of the twelfth layer of condensation, he is definitely not as strong as Xuanqing's divine sense, and with such a voice, Feihai retreats again and again, and no longer dares to take a step forward, and is taken away by Xuanqing's momentum.

Xuan Qing stepped forward directly, and he didn't even look back at Feihai.

He has absolute confidence in dealing with such people.

The carved door of the Sanqing Hall was closed, and Xuan Qing raised his hand and gently pushed it open.

With an easy-going creak, the wooden door was pushed open, and Xuan Qing stood outside the door, looking inside, the sunlight hitting him, dragging a long shadow on the ground.

The hall was quiet.

There was no one inside, and in the center of the hall was a huge Nanmu coffin, on which a white silk held a large flower, hanging loosely.

"Sect Master!"

Qinglu is the sect master and his nominal master.

Although he didn't really gain anything, Xuan Qing had always respected Qinglu in his heart.

The sect master has always preferred to leave the sky, he knows it, but Xuan Qing is not a cautious person, he has never resented it.

This man controls the life and death of a sect, and he naturally has his own considerations, which Xuan Qing can understand.

Xuan Qing ran over quickly as he spoke, pressing his hands on the coffin.

The cold coffin conveys the breath of death through stealing hearts.

He did not grieve in vain, and a larger mass immediately rose in his mind.

What happened during the time he was away?

Why did the suzerain die so strangely?

Why did Feihai prevent him from worshipping normally?

Why is the suzerain's funeral not revealed?

A series of questions flickered in Xuan Qing's mind.

He had no senseless grief, and after a moment of grief, he decisively pushed the coffin open.

The lid of the coffin of more than 300 catties was pushed open by Xuan Qing, and a smell of a dead man suddenly came out of it.

Cold, scarcity, dead silence.

Xuan Qing looked down and saw that the sect master was lying in the coffin with a "peaceful" face.

The clothes on his body were neatly dressed, and there was nothing wrong with him.

Xuan Qing couldn't help but smile bitterly, maybe he was suspicious.

Just as he was about to pull the lid of the coffin shut, he suddenly smelled a trace of blood between his noses, and he carefully identified it, and the bloody breath was very faint, floating on the coffin.

How can there be a smell of blood?

Xuan Qinghu suspiciously looked at the Qing Sect Master with his eyes closed, he stretched out his hand and tentatively touched the sect master's body.

From the face, all the way to the neck, to the chest, and then to the armpits......

Where the fingers meet the cold skin, the whole body is covered with a chill.

When Xuan Qing's fingers touched the sect master's heart, he suddenly stopped.

He clearly felt that the place he touched was a depression.

He decisively untied the sect master's shirt, exposing the skin of his heart, Xuan Qing took a closer look, and couldn't help but be surprised.

I saw that there was a black palm print left at the mouth of the heart, the palm print was very deep, and it was made with ten percent of the true qi, and it was inferred from the appearance that the internal organs had been shattered.

"Ugin Palm?"

Xuan Qing took a breath of cold air.

This is the secret Dafa of the Qingyang Sect, this palm seal is very powerful, and it is almost invincible in the same rank.

Ordinary monks who have been swept by the palm wind will have to repair for several months before they can recover, and if they are connected to the palm head-on, they will definitely die.

It is impossible for the suzerain to hit himself on his own.

Could it be that Dafa has already been spread out? The person who was taught Dafa in turn killed the sect master.

Confused, Xuan Qing was immersed in thought.

Suddenly, a domineering Gangfeng attacked from the back of the ridge, and the Gangfeng was extremely powerful, and it was definitely not something that ordinary people could send out.

With his powerful divine sense, Xuan Qing keenly captured this gangfeng, but this gangqi was extremely domineering, and he hurriedly stepped away, trying to dodge the attack.

But the opponent's speed was too fast, and in the blink of an eye, the attack had already reached his side.

Not good!

I was careless1

If this blow continues, you will definitely die, and you will inevitably end up with a rotten stomach.

In a hurry, Xuan Qing closed his eyes helplessly.

The domineering wind swept and rushed towards Xuanqing.

It's a palm print!

Just when Xuan Qing felt that there was no hope of escaping, the sword of dead wood behind him let out a hiss, flashed a blue light, and sent out a long rainbow, blocking horizontally in front of Xuan Qing.

Laugh at!

The sword light encountered the palm print of the attack, and immediately unloaded the power of the palm print-like attack, Xuan Qing seized the opportunity, turned around immersively, raised his hand, and the deadwood sword was already in his hand.

Xuan Qing waved hard, and the dead wood fused with Xuan Qing's true qi, and immediately radiated the Dao True Mang, and struck at the palm print, which was immediately shattered and shattered in the air.

"Deadwood Protector!"

Shattering the palm print of the attack, Xuan Qing looked at the deadwood sword and liked it more and more.

If it has the function of protecting the master, this should be regarded as a spiritual weapon. It was a notch higher than the Phantom Snow Sword he originally used.

Xuan Qing crossed the deadwood sword in his hand and roared angrily at the empty hall:

"Which one puts a cold arrow in the back!Get out!"

After a loud shout, a figure slowly walked through the side door of the main hall.

The man was wearing a green shirt, with an unruly face and a rare cold-bloodedness, that person was Feishan.

"It's been a long time, Fourth Senior Brother?"

The strange voice of yin and yang came from the sky of Feishan, and Feishanpi responded with a smile.

"Bang bang. ”

As Feishan walked, his hands slapped three times in succession unhurriedly, the corners of his mouth curved, and he sneered:

"What a touching scene of the Spirit Sword Protector, I'm going to be moved!hahaha!"

Xuan Qing didn't say anything, and looked at him coldly.

Judging from the breath of the palm print just now, it should be the black gold palm.

"You slapped that palm just now?"

Xuan Qing asked.

"yes, I didn't think you kid would be able to dodge my Ugin Palm?"

Feishan said that the clouds were light and the wind was light, and it seemed that everything was under his control.

"Master passed on Dafa to you?" Xuan Qing finally expressed the doubts in his heart.

As soon as he heard this, Feishan suddenly raised his head and laughed, as if he had heard something extremely ridiculous.

"This old man is too stubborn, how can he be willing to cooperate, if he wasn't poisoned by me, how could he be willing to tell Dafa obediently?"

Xuan Qing suddenly realized that all this was controlled by Feishan.

Anger rose like a raging flame, and he clenched his two fists tightly, and the joints of his body thunderbolted with a bang.

"That slap on the sect master, but you hit it?"

Feishan's expression suddenly turned cold, and he looked directly at Xuan Qing:

"Fourth junior brother, you are so smart, no wonder this old man has always wanted you to inherit it before his death...... It's a pity, it's a pity......"

Listening to Feishan's yin and yang weird laughter, Xuan Qing's anger became even worse.

"Say, isn't it?"

Xuan Qing almost roared angrily.

"Yes, yes so what?" Fei Shan was not afraid to admit at all, and now no one in his entire Qingyang Sect could control him. Only he controls others, and there is no need to bow to anyone.

"You're shameless! Since you taught you Dafa, why do you want to harm him!"

Xuan Qing asked. (To be continued.) )