The time when the pure yang lotus blooms must be the time of the day when the yang energy is at its peak.

That is, noon.

It was only a quarter of an hour before noon.

Qin Yun was standing by the lake, and he had already let Xin Xin leave first, so he was the only one here.

At this time, his body was a little restless, and a bloodthirsty desire reappeared.

This is the devil at work.

Qin Yun suppressed this desire, trying his best to keep himself awake so that he would not be manipulated by the demons in his heart.

He sat cross-legged, like an old monk in his meditation, and now he wanted to throw out his distracting thoughts and stabilize his mind.

As the minutes ticked by, the bloodthirsty agitation faded away.

Suddenly, the birds and beasts in the mountains and forests scattered, and a strong wind rustled the trees, causing ripples on the surface of the lake.

In the dense woods, there were shadows that kept jumping, and after a while, dozens of monks dressed in white appeared around Qin Yun, and they held swords in their hands and surrounded Qin Yun.

At the same time, above the sky, a middle-aged man came with the sword, his body exuding the aura of a strong man, this man was a monk in the infancy stage.

When many white-clothed monks saw the man coming, they said in unison, "Welcome to the sect master!"

The sound was so loud that it resounded in the sky.

The middle-aged man slowly fell to the ground, stood with his hands in his hands, looked around, and his gaze stayed on Qin Yun.

"Daoyou, in the Xia Yuan Ming Sect Sect Master Zhou Nantian, I don't know the name of my friend?"

He waited for the other party's answer, but saw that Qin Yun was motionless, as if he hadn't heard it.

This made him a little angry in his heart, but when he thought that he was the head of a sect, he couldn't lose his demeanor, so he didn't lose his temper.

"Hey, boy, my sect master asks you, hurry up," a white-clothed monk on the side shouted dissatisfiedly.

But Qin Yun was still motionless.

"How dare you ignore us, see if I don't teach you a lesson," the white-clothed monk said and walked towards Qin Yun.

Zhou Nantian did not stop and acquiesced to this behavior.

The white-clothed monk was about to kick Qin Yun, but at this moment, Qin Yun suddenly spoke: "If I were you, I would go far away now, instead of acting so recklessly."

The white-clothed monk laughed and said, "Yo, so you kid can talk, I thought you were a wood, hey, boy, say, what's your name?"

"Qin Yun"

"It turns out that your name is Qin Yun, wait, Qin Yun" The white-clothed monk was shocked, and the other people around him heard this name, and their faces were solemn.

"Isn't Qin Yun the guy who killed the second senior brother? It can't be such a coincidence, we met him here, right?"

"Maybe it's true, but looking at this guy's weak culture, how can he kill the second senior brother?"

Everyone talked about it, and yesterday they received information from Sun Xiong, which said that Song Zhiming was killed, especially mentioning Qin Yun.

Therefore, the monks of the Yuanming Sect are not unfamiliar with this name.

The white-clothed monk said angrily: "Okay, it turns out that you killed my second senior brother, bastard, go and bury my second senior brother!"

He stabbed out a sword, but before this sword could get close to Qin Yun's body, it was blocked by an invisible force.

"I don't want to kill people today, I hope you don't mess with me, get out of here!"

The voice fell, and the white-clothed monk was directly shocked and flew dozens of meters.

Only then did everyone understand that Qin Yun was not a guy to mess with, just his hand just now, except for Zhou Nantian, no one present could do it.

Zhou Nantian, as the sect master and a Yuanying-level monk, naturally would not be shocked by Qin Yun's hand.

However, he was also a little surprised, the young man in front of him could have such strength, just now, a monk who was not a Jindan basically couldn't do it.

Such a young Jin Dan is also relatively rare in the entire cultivation realm.

Zhou Nantian had the heart to make friends for a while, after all, befriending a genius of Jindan is only good for Yuan Mingzong.

But no matter what, the other party also killed his own disciples, and he had to give an explanation for this matter.

"Fellow Daoist, don't deceive people too much, you killed my disciples, how can you give us an explanation for this matter" Zhou Nantian was shocked and released his Yuan Ying's strength.

He believed that with such strength in front of him, it was impossible for Qin Yun not to know the current affairs, but when he gave the other party another step, the two sides would be able to turn the conflict into a jade silk.

But Qin Yun obviously didn't intend to give him face.

"He bullied my woman, and if he kills it, he will kill it, do you have an opinion?" Qin Yun raised his eyebrows and said.

Zhou Nantian clenched his fists and held back his anger, Yuan Mingzong was still in the development stage, and it was not easy to make enemies with too many people in the cultivation realm, especially geniuses like Qin Yun.

"Even so, you shouldn't kill anyone, Qin Yun, I think you are a manufacturable material, so I can be patient with you in every way, but you are too presumptuous, I will give you another chance, if you apologize now, I can not blame this matter in the past"

"If you want me to apologize, you have to have that strength" Qin Yun pointed to the grove on the side, "By the way, I forgot to tell you, your son is under the tree over there, and it is that puddle of pus and blood,

He died at the hands of the demon beast guarding the Pure Yang Heavenly Lotus, and it has nothing to do with me."

Hearing this, Zhou Nantian hurriedly ran to the grove, and sure enough, he saw a puddle of pus and blood on the ground, and there were several magic weapons on it, all of which he gave to Zhou Zhengyuan, and at the same time, it also confirmed what Qin Yun said.

Zhou Nantian roared angrily, and the violent energy swept across a radius of dozens of miles, the trees were broken together, and several disciples in the Yuanming Sect who were slightly weaker were directly unconscious.

In the blink of an eye, he came to Qin Yun's side, his eyes bloodshot, and asked, "Why did he die, say, what happened at that time?!"

Qin Yun said with a flat face: "I have already said that he died in the hands of the demon beast, I will watch him die from the side, there will be no mistake"

"What about you, why are you still alive, why weren't you killed by the monster?!"

"A little snake of Jindan can't kill me at all"

"So you have the ability, but you don't save him, and you watch him die, right?"

"Why should I save him?" Qin Yun said with a smile.

"Hahahaha, why, what a good one" Zhou Nantian laughed angrily.

A majestic energy burst out from Zhou Nantian's body, his robe agitated, and the long sword was suspended in front of him.

"My Yuan'er is dead, so you can go down and bury him!"

The long sword stabbed into Qin Yun's heart.

Facing this sword, Qin Yun was still calm and calm, and when the long sword was about to touch him, he stretched out a hand to hold it on the blade.

Only a click was heard, and then the sword broke in two.

Zhou Nantian was shocked, he didn't expect that his sword would be dissolved by Qin Yun so easily, and in such a rude way.

He could be sure that Qin Yun's strength was by no means Jin Dan, but Yuan Ying.