Looking at the voice of the speaker, Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt a little helpless in his heart, there are always some brain circuits in this world that are different from ordinary people, and they feel that they are very special, very awesome, and there are not many people in their hearts, and there are usually a lot of such people.

At this time, the person who spoke had a good skin, looked very handsome and chic, and his eyebrows were full of confidence, and his cultivation was also condensed and heavy, and he was obviously a martial saint master who wandered outside the immortal gate.

But just based on what he had done, Ye Qingxuan could conclude that the person in front of him must not have followed the method of the Immortal Bridge created and spread by Chongguang, not only him, but even the entire Shangqing Temple, I am afraid that no one is cultivating the method of this Immortal Bridge.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but be a little silent, this method of the immortal bridge is a method created by Chongguang to curb the ancient catastrophe, but this martial arts in ancient times has been obsessed with the method of beheading evil corpses into immortals for too long, which is also the real reason for the outbreak of the catastrophe later.

"Boy, why don't you speak? If you know that you are wrong, you can come forward and call me uncle, and apologize to everyone respectfully, otherwise you will not blame me for teaching you a lesson for your master!"

As he spoke, this disciple looked at Ye Qingxuan with mockery in his eyes, it was obvious that he recognized who Ye Qingxuan was, but he wanted to pretend to be confused, so that he could justifiably humiliate Ye Qingxuan, so that with this achievement, he would become famous in the Shangqing Temple.

Ye Qingxuan glanced at Qinglin beside him a little helplessly, and the latter had a strange expression, if Ye Qingxuan wanted to find a word to describe it, then the most appropriate thing is probably that this Taoist priest made a good show and was willing to fan the flames.

"Who are the Taoist priests in this Shangqing Temple!"

While thinking back to the chaotic porridge in Tongtian Peak a few months ago, Ye Qingxuan resisted the urge to hide his face with his hands, but this practice made the disciple even more arrogant.

Together, a group of people who followed the disciple also began to shout and coax, which made the peak of the Heavenly Sword Peak, which was originally peaceful, suddenly become lively.

On the horizon, those few retreats whose cultivation was obviously higher than Qinglin's had also fallen at this time, and after these masters came here, they just glanced at Ye Qingxuan with interest, and then made an expression of preparing to watch a good show.

"Senior brother!" Qinglin's voice beside him came out, Ye Qingxuan turned his head with a kung fu, and the Qinglin Taoist who was still sitting next to him had disappeared without a trace.

Looking at the voice, he saw that Qing Lin had already appeared on the side of those masters who rushed to see it at some point, at this time, Ye Qingxuan understood why these people put on a good posture to see the show, almost the same as Qing Lin, these Taoist people came out of the same door, and then thought of Chong He and others' evaluation of hedging void, it is naturally not difficult to understand their current performance.

"Boy, you still don't stand up?" Xu saw that Ye Qingxuan had ignored him for a long time, but the expression on that person's face was a little unbearable, so he only heard him snort lightly, and stepped forward to make a move towards Ye Qingxuan.

And Ye Qingxuan naturally didn't have a good face for such a guy who stepped on his prestige, so he flicked his sleeve robe, stretched out Shang Xian's immature palm, and pressed towards this person.

Ye Qingxuan's appearance was just a teenager, not tall, and his palms were not big, but when he stood up and made a move, the disciple who was originally provocative and shouting suddenly felt as if a shadow had appeared in front of him, and when he looked up, he saw a wide cyan sleeved robe, enveloping his head.

After all, this disciple is also a master of Shangqingguan, a master of cultivation in the next generation, after the initial panic, he immediately guarded the Dao heart, and wanted to escape to the side when he cast the light of escape.

His plan is not bad, he wants to avoid the edge for a while and then wait for the opportunity to fight back, but Ye Qingxuan can be regarded as an old Jianghu, how can he give him a chance to get out.

The wind riding technique was exerted, and along the breeze blowing on the top of the mountain, Ye Qingxuan's figure was like a fallen leaf in the wind, flying lightly.

So that disciple couldn't escape from the scope of Ye Qingxuan's sleeve robe, because this was in the Shangqing Temple, Ye Qingxuan was naturally not good at killing him, so he just condensed the true yuan and released his own momentum, so as to oppress that disciple.

In this way, after only a few breaths, the Shangqing Guan disciple, whose heart was already flawed, made a desperate appearance.

I saw that there was cold sweat on his forehead at this time, and in addition to the color of fear in his eyes, there was also a thick sense of unbelief.

And the "followers" who were originally following him all made incredible expressions at this time, and some even reached out and rubbed their eyes as if they couldn't believe it.

"I ...... I'm not mistaken, right? Senior Brother Qingfeng, you were actually suppressed by that kid and couldn't breathe?"

"This is crazy, you know, Senior Brother Qingfeng is already the strongest cultivation master among our Heavenly Tribulation Peak peers, his cultivation is probably not much different from becoming an immortal, and he is actually being pressed and beaten by this kid at this time?"

For a while, except for these few people, the rest of the disciples on the Heavenly Sword Blade also looked at the scene that was happening in the field with incredible eyes, and they talked about it a lot.

And the few disciples who were standing at the top of the chong xu had a look of appreciation in their eyes, constantly sweeping back and forth on Ye Qingxuan's body.

"This kid is amazing!"

"That's right, it's even more fierce than I was back then! Little junior brother, in the future, the teacher will accept this kid as a disciple, and you can also live the addiction of your in-law senior brother!"

"Haha! Where, where, it depends on our teacher's means!"

Qinglin listened to the words of these senior brothers, and suddenly closed his mouth with joy, as if it was so glorious to have a little junior brother who was close to him.

Just when everyone was discussing, the disciple of the Heavenly Tribulation Peak who had been forced to a dead end by Ye Qingxuan suddenly screamed in his mouth, and then stretched out his hand to shake it in the void regardless of it, and suddenly a bright sword light appeared in his hand!

"Divine Sword Tribulation!"

This disciple burst into a shout, his face was full of hideous color, and at the same time, he raised his hand and lifted the extra divine knife in his hand heavily.

The next moment, this disciple's sword light turned into an extremely sharp bright line, and slashed straight towards Ye Qingxuan's neck!