"Take me a sword."

Li Qijing spit out four words, the blazing white light on the long sword on his waist flowed out, his left hand was raised lightly, and the wind on the mountain city suddenly calmed down, and the top and bottom were white.

Deng Qiuzhi held down the sword on his waist, his heart was agitated, he was also a person who used a sword, although his cultivation was not high, but he also knew the demeanor of this sword.

"Moon Que Sword Intent...... Brother Qijing has always been clumsy and doesn't love others, but now he has come to a dead end, and finally he is no longer hidden! ”

The white light flowed like moonlight, as if it was slowly and quickly hitting the red light curtain of Chi Moxibustion Cloud, as if it had pierced through a layer of window paper, Chi Moxibustion Yun's body was lit up with layers of golden light of talismans, but it was broken in vain, Seeing that there was a cold on his neck, Chi Moxibustion Yun had no choice but to shout with a pale face:

"Ancestor save me!"

Li Qijing's eyes showed a sudden color, and the white light passed from Chi Moxiyun's face like moonlight, without any damage, Chi Moxioyun stood stupidly for a moment, and said:

"Sword Intent?!"

Li Qijing arched his hand, as if he had never heard, but replied:

"Senior Brother Chi will concede."

"Good!"

Chi Moxiyun screamed, his face was still pale, and he asked:

"What kind of sword intent is this?"

"Yueque Sword Intent."

Li Qijing nodded lightly and replied to him, but he didn't expect Chi Qiyun's face to be complicated, and he muttered:

"It's a pity! It's a pity! ”

"Bell!"

Only then did the sound of the sword falling to the ground wake up everyone, and suddenly there was a whisper, because Chi Moxibustion Yun's life experience did not dare to say more, but everyone's eyes were full of shock.

Li Qijing fell back into the mountain, Xiao Yuansi was already looking at him dumbfounded, and asked in disbelief:

"You almost killed Chi Moxibustion Yun?"

"Don't dare."

Li Qijing put his sword into the sheath, looked at Xiao Yuansi's stunned appearance, shook his head and said:

"If I kill him, the rest of the Chi family will not do anything to me because of the needs of the real people of the Purple Mansion, but it will inevitably take action against the family, just teach him a lesson."

"Aren't you afraid that he will hold a grudge and stumble on your family?"

Xiao Yuansi was a little curious, and asked repeatedly.

"Chi Moxibustion Yun is arrogant, he won't use such means, I have been dealing with him for so many years, and we still know each other."

Li Qijing smiled, stretched his waist, and saw a person walking outside the cave, and said respectfully:

"Seniors, people from the sect said that they invited seniors to leave."

Xiao Yuansi was stunned for a moment, he looked annoyed when he had not been angry for more than ten years, his sleeves were windless, and he said sharply:

"Can't wait!"

The man bowed his head in horror, Xiao Yuansi suddenly felt out of shape, apologized warmly, and saw Li Qijing nodding and said in a deep voice:

"Take me there."

"Jing'er!"

Xiao Yuansi called, Li Qijing untied the sword at his waist, handed it to Xiao Yuansi, and said in a low voice:

"Senior brother, take care."

After that, he went out and drove the wind down to the mountain peak, leaving Xiao Yuansi holding the jade slip in the wind, with a complicated expression, as if he had made up his mind, and looked at the sky blankly.

"Master...... Forgive me for not being able to stay in the sect......"

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Li Qijing entered the main hall on the peak, but in the middle of Chi Moxibustion Yun's position sat a man in green clothes, his face was blurred, Chi Moxiyun was standing on the side, bowing his head respectfully.

There was a person kneeling below, it was Deng Qiuzhi, who lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

"I've seen real people."

Li Qijing looked at this person's posture and knew that most of them were Purple Mansion monks, so he immediately bowed down and raised his head to stare at him, as if he wanted to see through the fog on his face and look down on the true face of this Purple Mansion monk.

"Bold!"

Chi Moxiyun was taken aback for a moment, and said in a loud voice, while the Purple Mansion monk waved his hand and replied:

"It doesn't matter."

The Tsing Yi Zifu lowered his head and looked at it for a while, and suddenly asked:

"Yueque Sword Intent. How long has it been in place? ”

"More than five years."

The Purple Mansion monk muttered for a while, then stepped forward to look at his eyebrows, making sure that there was no crescent moon pattern that frightened him, and then spoke:

"I have never supported Senior Brother Chi Wei's approach, and sent away the geniuses in the sect one by one to pave the way for him alone, but unfortunately that old thing liked his style back then, now he is the head of the family, and his cultivation is high, I can only obey orders."

Chi Moxiyun, who was on the side, hurriedly closed his eyes, pretending not to hear this, Tsing Yi Zifu glanced at him and continued:

"Get up."

Li Qijing stood up, and the Purple Mansion monk lifted it lightly, took a step forward, and in the blink of an eye, he and the two of them reached the sea of clouds.

The brilliant morning sun was rising into the sky, and the Purple Mansion monk led him all the way south, across the flat wasteland outside Yishan City, and deep into the boundless southern frontier.

"So fast!"

The scenery around him passed by like lightning, the jungle under his feet blurred into a piece of green, and the mountains in the distance approached at a speed visible to the naked eye, Li Qijing let out a low laugh and said with a smile:

"The Purple Mansion Monk is really happy!"

The monk in Tsing Yi glanced at him in surprise, and the spell maintained the speed of Li Qijing and Deng Qiuzhi, nodded approvingly, and replied:

"Unpleasant! The Purple Mansion also has the embarrassment of the Purple Mansion, but most of the time it is just that it doesn't have to be used as a pawn. ”

"You."

The monk in Tsing Yi looked at him again, laughed, and said softly:

"You really have a temper with me, if it weren't for the fact that things have come to this point, I would have liked to accept you as a disciple and teach well, but now you have to die, even if the big Jiao alchemy fails, I have to see you turn into ashes with my own eyes before I am willing to leave with peace of mind."

Li Qijing couldn't cry or laugh for a while, and Li Mutian's appearance suddenly appeared in his mind, counting the years, most of Li Mutian's immortals went, and he was cut off from the news in this Yishan City, and he didn't know what was going on at home.

Deng Qiuzhi had a gloomy face, staring at the morning sun in the sky in a daze, his cheeks were hurt by the wind in the sky, but he lost his soul and didn't realize it.

The two of them landed in the forest in a short time, and in front of them was a bottomless pool, the water in the pool was as green as jade, and there was not a trace of ripples.

On one side sat a young man who looked like he was more than ten years old, wearing an ink-colored robe, glowing like scales, and was sleeping against the big tree with squinting eyes.

"Senior, people have already brought."

The young man opened his eyes suddenly, but with a pair of turquoise vertical pupils like snakes, he stared at the monk in Tsing Yi and said softly:

"Why are you, Lieutenant Chi!"

"The head of the sect has retreated to maintain his life, just waiting for your elixir."

The young man shook his head, sneered, and sneered:

"I think this old ghost is afraid of me and doesn't dare to come to my southern Xinjiang, so I have to ask you to come!"

Li Qijing was so suppressed by the coercion of the two that he couldn't speak, looked at the young man's turquoise vertical pupils, and said secretly:

"This is the big Jiao that the Purple Mansion monk said!"

Da Jiao ingested Li Qijing, who was suppressed by the two of them, looked at him, and said with a smile:

"Daoji's 'Lake Moon Autumn' meets the requirements...... Wait! ”

grabbed Deng Qiuzhi with one hand, looked at it carefully, and nodded:

"It's still customary, this is a Qi cultivator who has cultivated the secret method, no more than thirty years old, and the age of medicine is just right."

So he grabbed Li Qijing and Deng Qiuzhi and fell into the water, Li Qijing's eyes were dark, and he fell into a cave full of jasper, jade tables and chairs, jade platforms and jade frames, a piece of jasper brilliance, and a large golden furnace hugged by five people was placed in the middle, and there was a black and red flame below.

Da Jiao patted his head, looked at his arms and arms, pinched a magic trick in his hand, and grinned:

"You're so delicious, if I hadn't promised the old ghost Chi, I would have really wanted to eat you."

After that, he threw Li Qijing into the Dan furnace, picked up Deng Qiuzhi again, raised it on the Dan furnace and scratched it on his chest and abdomen with his hand, and immediately broke it and was dripping with blood, rolling down a piece, Deng Qiuzhi snorted and fainted, and was thrown into the furnace.

Li Qijing was still speechless and unable to move, looking at the horrific Deng Qiuzhi and sighing slightly, watching the blood flow little by little.

All kinds of spiritual objects that fell fell smashed on his body, and Li Qijing thought quietly in his heart:

"My father never saw me before he died, and he explained that in this remote southern Xinjiang, when I got to the underworld, the eldest brother was going to nag me again!"

There was already a burning heat on his side, and Li Qijing said secretly:

"I only hope that the second and third brothers can be optimistic about the younger generations in the family and see through the true face of the Qingchi Sect as soon as possible!"

A lot of sheep are gone...... It's been a busy few days, so it's a little late~

(End of chapter)