The battle above the clouds lasted for two quarters of an hour, and no one had fallen for the time being, except for the eight Emperor Mirror Monks who had been shattered by the power of Ye Shanhe's kick before.

Ye Shanhe relied on the sword domain to defeat the three half-step Immortal Mirror Great Cultivators,

"Stop! If you don't fight, the three of us admit that we can't beat you, but the purple gold pot is the treasure of my Lingxiao Sect, and now that the treasure has reappeared in the world, it's time to return to my Lingxiao Sect! The Sect Master of Lingxiao said worriedly, he was taken care of by Ye Shanhe, so he was the most seriously injured.

It's just because the coercion he exerted on Murong Zhan and the others before was the strongest, and the one who got the purple gold pot and wanted to hurt Su Yunfei was also an elder of the Ling Xiao Sect.

"You said if you don't fight, you won't fight? The old man hasn't fought for three thousand years, and my White Dragon Sword has long been hungry and thirsty. Ye Shanhe said domineeringly, and the white dragon sword in his hand made a cheerful sword sound, as if it was responding to the master's words.

"What are you going to do if you want to give up?!"

"Humph! You group of old immortals for a broken bottle, deceived my disciples and grandchildren, if you don't hurt you today, you won't know that there is a Yeshan River in Shushan! After saying that, Ye Shanhe raised his sword again and killed him.

"Hayama River! Don't deceive people too much! ”

"Phew! You old immortal, dare to bully my disciples and grandchildren! ”

"Obviously, it was your apprentice who injured my Ling Xiao Sect Elder!"

"Huh! When I came, I only saw that you were oppressing my disciples and grandchildren! ”。。。。 Everyone on the clouds who watched this scene was stunned, and Dugu Xianqin raised his forehead and smiled: "Master Murong, the character of your Shushan calf protector is all influenced by Ye senior!" Murong Zhan smiled awkwardly,

"It's really affected a bit." The other three Shushan elders also smiled, as if they had returned to the past, no matter what danger they encountered, they were not all afraid, because there would always be a figure in front of them.

Thinking about it, my eyes are moist again! After another quarter of an hour, the battle was over, and this time the three half-step immortal mirror great cultivators turned pale, and they didn't know if they were really seriously injured, or angry, or both.

Ye Shanhe looked at the three of them again, and there was a feeling of unfinished business, and the three of them were furious.

"As far as I know, after the birth of this purple gold pot, it was my disciple who chose it, right?!" A group of people looked at each other and nodded helplessly, Ye Shanhe snorted coldly,

"Humph! Whoever the treasure thinks is the owner will own it, no problem, right?! After speaking, he once again pulled out the White Dragon Sword and looked at the dozen or so great monks present.

"No. No problem! The three half-step immortal mirrors replied reluctantly. Ye Shanhe nodded with satisfaction,

"Good! Then let the Zijin pot choose again, no matter who you choose this time, don't grab it again, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword of Ye Shanhe! Everyone's hearts were shocked, and then the Divine Mirror Monk who had had his arm cut off by Murong Zhan let go of the purple gold pot.

The purple gold pot that was released shook a few times happily at first, and then flew in front of Ye Shanhe, just when everyone thought it was going to choose Ye Shanhe, the purple gold pot directly knocked Ye Shanhe's head twice with the bottom of the bottle, and then flew to Su Yunfei's side at great speed in the stunned eyes of everyone.

Ye Shanhe's face was full of black lines, and everyone tried hard to hold back a smile.

"This purple gold pot is quite grudgeful, just now I casually said that the bottle was broken, and it was going to knock me twice." Ye Shanhe shook his head helplessly and smiled.

Then he looked at the three half-step immortal mirrors and the remaining dozen or so great cultivators of the sect, and said in a deep voice: "Now that the Zijin Pot has chosen my disciple grandson, who agrees?" Who is against? Several monks of the Ling Xiao Sect just wanted to express their dissenting opinions, but after seeing Ye Shanhe's expression that seemed to be smiling, they all closed their mouths.

"Since there is no objection, then it is decided!" After speaking, Ye Shanhe's face suddenly turned serious, and then he mobilized his qi and shouted into the sky: "I am Shushan Sword Shrine Ye Shanhe!" I'm out of the mountain today! Su Yunfei is my favorite disciple of Ye Shanhe, if in the future, if the human race is above the emperor realm of the world, which old immortal dares to bully the small with the big, I Ye Shanhe will raise a sword to destroy your sect! As soon as these words came out, the world shook, and all the hidden bigwigs of the major sects suddenly opened their eyes, and first muttered incredibly: "Ye Shanhe is still alive?" Then he quickly disappeared into the retreat and appeared near Mount Tai,

"It's really Hayama River! Didn't he sit down and melt three thousand years ago?! ”

"This old immortal has deceived us for three thousand years!"

"Look at his realm, he has reached the half-step Immortal Mirror, and he is only one foot away from the real Immortal Mirror!"

"The Shushan Sword Shrine is going to really rise!" A group of bigwigs whispered. Dozens of terrifying auras that suddenly appeared directly shook the entire Mount Tai, and some of the more fragile peaks exploded directly.

Su Yunfei and the others were protected by the ancestor with a qi machine and did not receive any damage, while Murong Zhan and the others above the clouds had solemn faces and were ready to continue the battle.

Shi Zu did not panic, but looked calm, he said to a group of great monks hidden in the shadows, "If you are not convinced by my words? Then a fight! The White Dragon Sword was automatically unsheathed, and then soared straight into the sky, and the blade suddenly increased to a length of 10,000 zhang, and finally crossed the clouds.

The sword body exuded bursts of fierce sword aura and terrifying coercion. This scene was seen by Su Yunfei, and his heart was boiling, not shocked by the strong strength of his ancestor, but even in the face of many powerful enemies, he still dared to show his sword!

This is the real sword cultivation! After three breaths, dozens of terrifying breaths gradually dissipated, and Taishan, who kept shaking, also returned to calm.

After the sect master of Lingxiao Sect and the others glanced at each other, they hugged their fists at Ye Shanhe, did not dare to say cruel words, and directly returned to the sect with the disciples at the foot of Mount Tai.

"Senior Ye is really as stable as Mount Tai, so many great cultivators didn't make you frown." Dugu Xianqin sincerely admired.

Ye Shanhe wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said with a wry smile: "It's impossible to say that you're not afraid, but... Suddenly, a cold glint flashed in his eyes,

"I am a sword cultivator, no matter what kind of danger I face, no matter what kind of powerful enemy I face, I should dare to show my sword!" These words did not avoid the more than 800 disciples of the Shushan Sword Shrine at the foot of Mount Tai, and their expressions were excited and their blood boiled after hearing this.

"I'm a sword cultivator! When you dare to show your sword! After a concerted exhalation, more than 800 long swords rose to the sky, and the colorful sword light shone on the top of Mount Tai like brilliant fireworks, and the disciples of Shushan replied to the words of the ancestor with the highest courtesy of sword cultivation.

Shi Zu was very relieved to see this scene, almost burst into tears, he sighed with emotion: "After the battle five thousand years ago, the Shushan Sword Shrine declined, and it still has not recovered its vitality until today, but the spirit of our Shushan Sword Cultivation has not been lost!" With this disciple, why don't I rise in Shushan! Murong Zhan and the others were also excited, and they all bowed deeply to the ancestor, and said in a firm tone: "We will definitely lead the Shushan Sword Shrine to rise again!" Even Dugu Xianqin was shocked, and then she also bowed deeply to her ancestor, and then hugged her fists to Murong Zhan and a few others, and said softly: "The sect is busy, so I won't bother you, Xianqin will retire first!" The master nodded, and then under the respect of everyone, Dugu Xianqin flew in the direction of Lingyue Palace.

"Father!" Ye Liuyun directly threw himself into Ye Shanhe's arms, crying like a child. Hayama gently patted him on the back and looked up at the sky, trying not to let the tears flow.

Murong Zhan and the others left space to these two father and son who had not seen each other for three thousand years. The purple gold pot that flew in front of Su Yunfei at great speed kept rubbing his body beside him, very intimate, and seemed to be begging for something.

Su Yunfei was completely speechless at this sticky purple gold pot, anyway, it was no longer in danger now, so he reluctantly accepted it.

At this moment, another purple gold pot in his ring shook violently, and it was about to break through the ring.

"Could it be that this purple gold pot in the Na Ring is not an imitation, but a pair with the one in front of you?" While Su Yunfei was puzzled, he was overjoyed in his heart, and quickly untied the restriction on accepting the ring.

The purple gold pot in the ring couldn't wait to rush out, and the two identical purple gold pots happily collided with each other and rotated, like lovers reunited after a long absence.

Suddenly, the spouts of the two purple gold pots burst out with two dazzling lights, one gold and one purple, and went straight to the sky. Ye Shanhe above the clouds quickly dispersed these two strong lights, and after the Ling Xiao Sect Master and the others, who had not gone far, saw the two strong lights, they were first stunned and then sighed.

The bottles of the two purple gold pots suddenly turned into one gold and one purple, becoming a golden pot and a purple pot, which made Su Yunfei directly stunned.

Murong Zhan and the others, who happened to fly down from the sky, were also shocked,

"Could this be the real Purple Gold Pot?" Murong Zhan dragged up two pots, one gold and one purple, looked at them again and again, and finally gave them back to Su Yunfei, and then instructed: "Yunfei, you must put away these two pots well, and don't be afraid of being coveted by outsiders. Su Yunfei's heart warmed when he heard this, and then he bowed deeply to Murong Zhan and the several elders of the Shushan Sword Shrine,

"Thank you, uncles, for coming all the way to save Yunfei and Sister Yueyao today!" Yue Yao also bowed deeply with Su Yunfei.

The hot-tempered Hua Wushu directly laughed and scolded: "Why are you kid saying such a thing!" You are our Shushan disciple, as long as you are bullied, we will be there no matter where you are, we don't cause trouble, but we are not afraid of things! "More than 800 disciples of the Shushan Sword Shrine were shocked, and a strong sense of belonging emerged in their hearts, no matter when the Shushan Sword Shrine was the most united sect.

Su Yunfei told the cause of this incident as it was, and at the same time felt a little ashamed that his unintentional move had caused dozens of sects to fight each other.

Everyone was speechless when they heard it.

"What a coincidence, no book!" Murong Zhan said with emotion.