Chapter 142: It's getting more and more terrifying

"Master Qingxuan, what do you mean by this?" He Zhi looked at Qing Xuan dissatisfied, and Qing Xuan looked at him lightly.

"It's not interesting, it's just that you are disrespectful to my little uncle of the Xuantian Sword Sect, so we naturally have to defend it."

Qing Xuan's words made everyone silent, they thought that Qing Xuan didn't take this little uncle in his eyes, but they didn't expect that he would maintain it so much.

"Master and nephew, if they don't want to get out of that layer of ore, it doesn't matter, our Xuantian Sword Sect still doesn't lack that little thing.

However, there is one thing to make clear, from now on, no matter what happens, our Xuantian Sword Sect is only responsible for self-protection, and will never participate in the affairs of other sects. ”

Feng Luowan patted Qing Xuan's shoulder indifferently, Qing Xuan thought about it, this is much better than letting them hand over a layer of ore.

At the very least, if something happens, as long as they don't participate in the affairs of other sects, their Xuantian Sword Sect's self-preservation ability is still enough.

If this can be done, the Xuantian Sword Sect can also reduce a lot of trouble.

"Since Uncle Xiao has said so, Qing Xuan naturally has no opinion, Second Elder, please write out the document and let you sign it seriously."

Qing Xuan looked at Murong Yue without hesitation, Murong Yue nodded, lowered her head and wrote.

Everyone else looked at Qing Xuan, not knowing what Qing Xuan was thinking, of course, seeing Murong Yue's serious writing, many people were still very happy.

Rejoice in what?

Glad they didn't have to hand over a layer of ore to the Xuantian Sword Sect.

But there were also people who sensed that something was wrong, and when they saw that the people from other sects didn't speak, they didn't speak, so they could only make up their minds tentatively, and wait to talk to the Xuantian Sword Sect alone.

"Master, it's written." Murong Yue handed the written scroll to Qing Xuan, who opened it and looked at it, and handed it to Feng Luoxuan.

The probe of the sealing rope looked at it carefully.

"If the sects are unwilling to hand over a layer of minerals to the Xuantian Sword Sect, the Xuantian Sword Sect will no longer intervene in the affairs of the sects from now on.

If he has a catastrophe in the future, the Xuantian Sword Sect is only responsible for self-protection and will not participate in any other disputes! ”

Feng Luowan read out the words on the scroll word by word, and then, he couldn't help frowning.

"Xiaoyue, your writing is incomplete, there is still one sentence missing." Feng Luowan looked up at Murong Yue, who leaned over and blinked in confusion.

"What's the difference? Isn't that pretty well written? Yun Jasmine looked at the scroll in Feng Luowan's hand and asked puzzledly.

"One more sentence, those who dare to find trouble in the Xuantian Sword Sect will be killed!" Feng Luowan handed the scroll to Murong Yue and spoke gently.

Murong Yue was slightly stunned when she heard this, turned her head to look at Qing Xuan, Qing Xuan nodded, and Murong Yue lowered her head and wrote.

"What does this mean? Do you think we're going to go to the Xuantian Sword Sect for trouble? He Zhi and several other sect masters looked at Feng Luowan dissatisfied, but Feng Luowan didn't bother to take care of them.

Their careful thoughts, isn't it clear that they are sealed?

As long as the Xuantian Sword Sect gave in, they thought that the Xuantian Sword Sect was cowardly and could be bullied, and in the future, if they wanted to find trouble with the Xuantian Sword Sect, it would not be an easy task?

"Head Qingxuan, your little uncle is too much, right? As the head of a sect, do you have to listen to a little girl's orders? ”

"That's it, what about you Xuantian Sword Sect listening to a little girl, it won't be no one, right?"

"So, do you sign or not?" Feng Luowan looked at them with a smile, none of them spoke, just glared at Feng Luowan.

"Looks like they're not going to sign it!" Su Chuchu came to Feng Luowan's side and hugged Feng Luowan's neck from behind.

"It seems to be, but it doesn't matter, if you don't listen to good words, then you can only threaten with violence."

Feng Luowan opened his mouth indifferently, they all looked at Feng Luowan with disdain, and no one thought that Feng Luowan could do anything to them as a child.

"Lazy cat, leave the hateful song, a few sect masters don't seem to know how to sign their names, you can help them."

At this moment, Feng Luowan didn't plan to hide anything, and directly summoned the night death and the song of hatred.

Two extremely handsome men, one black and one white, appeared, one holding a black spirit sword and the other holding a silver-white spirit sword.

The moment they appeared, the two of them directly released their coercion.

Except for Gong Nanyi, everyone was frightened, and although Qingxuan and Murong Yue were frightened, they still looked at Feng Luowan very excitedly.

Su Chuchu's footsteps couldn't help but retreat, and she always felt that this little girl was getting more and more terrifying!

"What the hell are you going to do?" Those so-called big people, look at the night death, and then look at the song of hatred that is bubbling with cold air, they are extremely frightened.

"What are you not doing? I just want you to sign it, I think you all know how to write your name, right? ”

Feng Luowan looked at them with a smile, they were all slightly stunned, looking at the two people who were staring at each other, what else did they not understand.

The little uncle of the Xuantian Sword Sect was planning to settle this matter with them by force.

Seeing that they all put on a posture of planning to fight together, Feng Luowan shook his head helplessly.

Looks like they're going to fight?

That's easy to do.

Without waiting for Feng Luowan to speak, there were three more people around Gong Nanyi.

Feng Luowan sensed their breath and turned his head to look at the past, it was three of the other four demon generals, in this way, the four demon generals could be regarded as all together.

Gong Nanyi didn't speak, just looked at Feng Luowan, and when they looked at the imminent situation in front of them, they naturally understood what it meant.

The three of them walked in front of Feng Luowan and looked at Su Chuchu, and the four of them released their coercion at the same time, which made everyone's faces pale!

Who would have thought that there would be so many masters around a small milk doll in the Xuantian Sword Sect.

Although they are either the sect masters or the heads of the sect one by one, they don't have the confidence to deal with these people in front of them!

He Zhi can also be regarded as a self-aware person, knowing that he can't compete with them, he directly signed his name on the scroll, and then left with his hand.

The palace master of the Falling Snow Palace looked at the night death and the song of hatred, and also signed his name.

When she left, she still didn't forget to take a look at the night death and the song of hatred, and her gaze made Feng Luowan frown.

"What's wrong?" Nightshade and Lihan Song felt Feng Luowan's mood swings, and they both looked at Feng Luowan.

"This woman has bad intentions towards you two, you two have to be careful." Feng Luowan's words made both Night Death and Lihan Song look at the Palace Master of Luoxue Palace, who had explained something to his disciples.

Sensing their gaze, the Palace Master of Luoxue Palace turned his head to look at them, and then, seemingly politely, nodded to them and left with his group of disciples.

"Master, you think too much, she is interested in the person next to you, but not me, I don't have ice and snow attributes."

Nightshade retracted his gaze and looked at Li's hatred song to Feng Luowan, who nodded.

The palace master of the Falling Snow Palace is naturally of the ice attribute, so he is naturally interested in the song of hatred with the same ice attribute.

(End of chapter)