"Seven Elders?" Jiang Qian looked at Fan Xia in front of him and noticed that she seemed to be crying out of anxiety.

A moment later.

Fan Xia let go and looked at Jiang Qian, and was relieved to see that he was intact.

"Great, there's nothing wrong with you!" Fan Xia looked at Jiang Qian, who was safe and sound, and she showed a knowing smile.

Immediately, she asked again, "By the way, where did you go just now?" ”

"I just accidentally fell into a cave, and I crawled out without my strength." Jiang Qian promised to pass on the rumors, so he could only lie to Fan Xia.

When Fan Xia heard this, she nodded in belief: "It's okay if there's nothing to do, anyway, the experience is over, let's go back to Shen Yun Sect!" ”

"Got it."

The next second.

Jiang Qian boarded the spirit ship with Fan Xia.

When standing on the spirit boat, possessed and looking at the mountains below.

At a glance, all the corpses of demon beasts were there, and the blood completely stained the mountain range, and the smell of blood reached the sky.

There were even a few mountains that were bulldozed off.

Grunt~

Jiang Qian turned his head to look at Fan Xia and asked, "Seventh Elder, did you make all this?" ”

"Well, when your physical body reaches the realm of mine, you can also have such a strong strength." Fan Xia put her right hand on Jiang Qian's shoulder, and replied with a smile that didn't care at all.

Jiang Qian's strength for Fan Xia was refreshed again.

At the same time, he was also moved by Fan Xia's slaughter of many demon beasts and the destruction of several mountains in order to find him.

Ten minutes later.

Jiang Qian and Fan Xia had already returned to the Shen Yun Sect.

They came back just in time, and the Purple Frost Sect had already begun to engage in discussions with their sect.

When Zhuge Yaoyao saw Jiang Qian coming back, she happily waved her hand at him and shouted, "Brother Jiang, this way, this way!" ”

Jiang Qian and Fan Xia sat next to Zhuge Yaoyao.

Fan Xia opened her mouth and asked at this time: "By the way, how many times is it now?" ”

"It's the third game, and the first two games were all lost by Shen Yun Sect, and they lost very badly." Zhuge Yaoyao helplessly spread her hands and replied.

When Jiang Qian heard this, he asked, "By the way, why don't you just send Jiang Zixuan to play?" ”

"Jiang Zixuan? Oh, you said that the sect master's personal disciple, she seems to have stayed in her room because of some heart disease and didn't come out. Zhuge Yaoyao told Jiang Qian all the information she had gotten.

Secret trouble? Does Zixuan still think I'm dead?

Last time, didn't see it.

This time, after the discussion, I went over to see her.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qian looked at the central ring.

A Purple Frost Sect disciple gathered his spiritual energy in his right hand and said with an evil smile: "Tut-tut, it looks like I'm going to win three consecutive victories." ”

"The beauty of thought!" After the Shen Yun Sect disciple roared angrily, he raised the long sword in his hand and used the Shen Yun Sect's unique sword technique, "Qingfeng One Sword"!

But the results were not satisfactory.

That Shen Yun Sect disciple had even just made a move, and the Purple Frost Sect disciple's palm had already fallen on him.

His whole body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

By the time he landed, he had already lost his breath.

"Tut-tut, it seems that your Shen Yun Sect's strength is not very good." The Purple Frost Sect disciple sneered triumphantly.

This time, who led many disciples of the Purple Frost Sect to come over to learn, Fan Lan, the Grand Elder of the Purple Frost Sect, sneered at Deng Zhenqi: "Old Deng, it seems that over the years, your Shen Yun Sect has become weaker and weaker. ”

"Weak? Hehe, it's better than some people's disciples! ”

"I don't know whose disciple it is, slaughtering people from the same sect in the secret realm!" Deng Zhenqi sneered a few times and deliberately uncovered Fan Lan's wounds.

Fan Lan naturally heard what Deng Zhenqi was saying, her face turned blue instantly, and she snorted coldly, so she didn't continue to speak.

"Jiang Qian, you go up and teach him a lesson!" Fan Xia said, directly lifted Jiang Qian's collar and threw him into the ring.

Jiang Qian smiled bitterly and shouted, "Seventh Elder, can you be gentle." ”

The words fell.

Jiang Qian landed smoothly in the center of the ring.

The surrounding Shen Yun Sect disciples looked at Jiang Qian, and their morale suddenly soared.

"Senior Brother Jiang, it's Senior Brother Jiang, I didn't expect it to be him, I thought he had fallen in the secret realm of the Xuangui Sea."

"Shut up, what kind of person is Senior Brother Jiang? How could it fall in the small secret realm of the Turtle Sea? ”

"Before, didn't the deputy sect master say that Senior Brother Jiang fell in the secret realm of the Xuangui Sea?"

"Go and go, and the deputy sect master, her cultivation has been sealed by the ancestors now, and her positions have been withdrawn, the key is that Senior Brother Jiang is not her disciple now."

"Damn, there's such a thing!"

“……”

The Purple Frost Sect disciple looked at Jiang Qian in front of him and smiled disdainfully: "Jiang Qian, I've heard of your fame a long time ago, but I don't know if it's in vain. ”

"Then you might as well give it a try." Jiang Qian put his hands behind his back and said with a light smile.

"I'll just take a look at !!" After the Purple Frost Sect disciple showed an evil smile, he rushed directly towards Jiang Qian.

The right palm gathered aura, and its aura gradually converged into a dragon, and shouted angrily: "Jiaohai palm!! ”

Words landed.

This palm knot hit Jiang Qian's chest firmly.

"Hmph, but it's like ......" The Purple Frost Sect disciple hadn't finished speaking, and the smile on his face gradually began to solidify.

Jiang Qian looked down at the Purple Frost Sect disciple and showed a playful smile: "Is your strength only a little bit?" Maybe it's a little too much. ”

"It can't be, it's impossible !!" That Purple Frost Sect disciple was like crazy, and attacked Jiang Qian frantically.

However.

For Jiang Qian, these attacks were almost no different from tickling.

Slowly, the Purple Frost Sect disciple began to be a little overwhelmed, and the pace of the attack became slower and slower.

"Is this your strength? Maybe it's a little too weak. ”

The words fell.

Jiang Qian directly kicked the Purple Frost Sect disciple out with a single kick.

With just one kick, the Purple Frost Sect disciple vomited blood and fell unconscious.

The other Purple Frost Sect disciples quickly took the Purple Frost Sect disciple away.

Deng Zhenqi immediately seized this opportunity and looked at Fan Lan is yin and yang weirdness: "Yo, I don't know which guy said that the strength of our Shen Yun Sect has declined." ”

"But it's just some people, what if you can't beat them?"

"Sure enough, the disciple is too strong, and it is also a problem for our sect."

Fan Lan was exposed by Deng Zhenqi before, and now he was so angry with him, which was annoying.

"Lei Peng, you go, give me a hard beating!" Fanlan commanded almost through gritted teeth.

A man who exuded the temperament of a noble son, dressed in a purple thunder costume, holding a jade folding fan, and a delicate face with a confident smile.

"Yes, Master!"

The words fell.

He jumped up, slowly landed in the center of the ring, and said provocatively to Jiang Qian: "Your strength is good, but unfortunately it is far inferior to me." ”