Generally, there will be an intricate relationship between the sects of the cultivation world and the dynasties of the human world.

Qinglan's sect is called the Tibetan Sword Sect, which belongs to a small sect, and the sect leader Qingsong only has king-level strength, but they are attached to an intermediate sect, and they are used to being a fox and a fake tiger on weekdays.

Ye Xiong looked at the medium-grade spirit weapon hovering in the air at this time, and a disdainful smile appeared on his face.

"You use the sect to threaten the dynasty of the human world? Have you forgotten the rules? ”

Hear the word rules.

Qinglan's expression became strange, the five major sects of the cultivation world once set a rule, people in the cultivation world were born, they could only assist the human world, and they should not interfere too much in the development of the dynasty.

Everyone knew that Ye Xiong was not from the cultivation world, so how did he know?

The envoy saw that Qinglan was in a daze, and immediately coughed softly.

The sound of coughing brought Qinglan back to reality. "Your Highness, don't talk nonsense, just say if you dare to compete with me."

"I'm not interested." Ye Xiong stood with his hands in his hands. "Well, since you have repeatedly asked for it, I will let the servant try it with you."

Servant?

When everyone heard this, their hearts were like turning over the river and the sea.

How contemptuous is this?

Actually let a servant challenge the swordsman of the Great Monk?

Ye Xiong won't be stupid, right?

The ministers bowed their heads and did not dare to look again, for fear of seeing the servant die a tragic death.

On top of the dragon chair.

Lin Xuan also looked at Ye Xiong inexplicably, if he wanted to say that what Ye Xiong said before was like a normal person, why did he start talking nonsense at the beginning?

And also.

Isn't the servant in the small courtyard only Mo Yu?

Where did this man come from?

At the moment when Lin Xuan was thinking, Qingfeng raised his head and stood in front of Qinglan. "Archmonk, is it?"

"Huh?" Qinglan looked at Qingfeng, not feeling the other party's aura fluctuation at all. "You're an ordinary person who wants to challenge me?"

"I don't want to." Qingfeng's voice was a little helpless. "But the master's words are orders, how dare I disobey as a slave?"

Qingfeng said extremely aggrieved, and Qinglan shook her head. "You are also blind with such a master, so let's do it, as long as you can block my sword, you will be my servant in the future."

"Yes." Qingfeng's tone became excited. "What if I block your two swords?"

What?

Qinglan frowned.

The ministers in the audience were even more embarrassed and speechless, ordinary people can block the two swords of the great monk?

What kind of joke is this?

Unless the Great Monk in front of him is a fake.

"How?" Qingfeng saw that Qinglan didn't answer, and continued. "Actually, the three swords are also acceptable, otherwise, I will take your three swords, and you will accompany me as a servant? There is still a toilet washing in our small courtyard, and you are a good hand at washing the toilet at a glance. ”

Washing the toilet?

When Qinglan heard these three words, the momentum on her body instantly exploded.

The long sword in the air let out a burst of chirps.

"Are you insulting me?"

Qinglan took half a step forward, and the long sword in the air fell instantly.

Qingfeng casually took a step forward.

The sword inexplicably changed direction and struck at the top of the messenger's head.

"Mom!"

The messenger froze in place, and the sword flew over his head, directly out of the Mediterranean.

Qinglan withdrew the long sword and held it in his hand, and the envoy looked down at the broken hair on the ground, and the whole person trembled with anger.

"If your eyes are not good, don't play with the sword, what should I do next time I cut off half of my head?"

Qingfeng took another step forward.

This time, Qinglan just wanted to swing his sword, but the whole person was twisted by a powerful force, and the sword in his hand swept over the top of the messenger's head again.

"Bald!"

Qingfeng shouted in surprise. "You kid, why are you disobedient?"

Everyone in the hall didn't see what Qingfeng did, they all thought it was Qinglan's mistake, only Lin Xuan and Wen Yan paid attention to Qingfeng.

How could a cultivator at the level of a great monk make a mistake like this?

The only explanation is that the man in front of him is even stronger than this so-called Great Monk.

"Qinglan...."

The messenger crouched on the ground and picked up the broken hair on the ground. "What the hell is going on with you?"

"I don't know..."

Qinglan was also a little stunned, when he swung his sword just now, an inexplicable force hit him, could it be that the young man in front of him was a master?

Qinglan hurriedly shook his head and rejected this idea, the young man in front of him looked a few years younger than himself, and it was impossible for him to be higher than his own cultivation.

How else could you be a servant?

"Little Wind." Ye Xiong yawned at this time. "Looks like two swords, right?"

"Yes." Qingfeng replied respectfully. "There is also a sword, and someone will wash the toilet in our small courtyard."

"You!"

Qinglan, as the leader of the younger generation of the sect, was already arrogant, but now that she was insulted, how could she swallow this breath.

"You take this sword." Qinglan concentrated his energy, and all his spiritual power gathered on the long sword.

There was a burst of breaking sound around the two of them.

Qinglan dropped her sword.

A cold light shot out of Qingfeng's eyes.

Qinglan smashed the messenger on the ground with a sword, "Mr. Qinglan! ”

"Emissary!"

A group of subordinates helped the two of them up, and Qinglan was already unconscious at this time, and her face was covered with blood.

The messenger tilted his neck, his expression extremely ugly.

He didn't notice what was going on just now, and Qinglan became like this.

It must be the other two of them!

Come to think of it.

The envoy couldn't restrain himself any longer, and directly crushed the spirit rune. "Today, I will wash the apocalypse in blood."

The rune turned into a little starlight and dissipated into the air.

Above the main hall.

All the ministers knelt on the ground and asked Lin Xuan for peace talks, Wen Yan hesitated, and was about to kneel, but Ye Xiong said lightly.

"Elder Wen, you are the head of the civil officials, do you have to give in?"

Ye Xiong stood straight, with an indifferent expression.

Wen Yan on the opposite side inexplicably felt the killing intent, if he knelt down, he was likely to be killed by Ye Xiong on the spot, in order to set an example.

At this time.

Lin Xuan wanted to open his mouth and maneuver, because the iron cavalry of Thousand Machines City was already on the way to the apocalypse.

"Your Majesty."

Ye Xiong saw that Lin Xuan wanted to speak, so he immediately shouted. "Your Majesty, if you let it go now, will there be a day when the future apocalypse will come out?"

"Ye Xiong!"

Lin Xuan didn't know where Ye Xiong's courage came from, the three thousand wild wolf legions were probably already assembled now.

Camp ten kilometers outside the city.

Tang Fei stepped on the bloody sword and floated in mid-air.

Wolf Legion.

The Commander Blue Wolf had just seen the signal fireworks, and was preparing to lead the army into Apocalypse City at this time.

"Look, Commander!" The deputy general pointed to Tang Fei in mid-air, the blue wolf was also a great monk-level martial artist, and he didn't dare to receive Tang Fei's depth at all.

"Is there anything wrong with the seniors?"

The blue wolf asked respectfully.

"It's fine." Tang Fei slowly fell from the sky, and the Blood Sword floated beside him. "You're the Wild Dog Army, aren't you?"