The faces of the five people outside the Patriarch Hall were not good-looking, and the momentum of this punch could vaguely be guessed to be a punch from the Upper Five Realms.

This is still a punch that Yan Qing handed out after using her brain and thinking.

She can't let those people in the Golden Ding Sect guess her identity, as long as she controls the strength well, the realm suppression in the immortal realm is at most an ordinary sect seeking revenge.

But if he showed up directly, he couldn't say that these Jin Dingzong would have to give up their face and not go to the sacrificial saint who was sitting in the town to redress their grievances, saying that Yan Qing relied on the realm to bully people, disrespect the elderly, and wantonly and arbitrarily make trouble.

When the time comes, the saint next to him will have to take care of it if he doesn't want to.

"Seniors have something to say, it's too unkind to smash other people's sects in just one or two sentences. The sacrificial saint shook his head, a little helpless, and finally changed the word "domineering" to another word.

Yan Qing snorted coldly, disapproving, as if she was more reasonable: "Didn't you hear him go off topic?"

The sacrificial saint didn't almost spit out a mouthful of blood, so he had to sigh leisurely, I hope that this Jinding Sect will be more interesting and answer all questions, and I also hope that the old ancestor of the Jinding Sect can be more interesting and get out of the business quickly.

I don't know if Yan Qing went to Lying on the Diaoyutai in the world, and her childlike innocence was even heavier, so she suddenly asked the sacrificial saint, "Do you think I'm not feminine enough?"

This Confucian priest with a jade hairpin and a childish face was shocked when he was asked, and he quickly shook his head and waved his hand: "Don't dare, don't dare, junior don't dare." ”

Unexpectedly, Yan Qing sighed, looked a little tired and helpless, and said: "The main thing is that this matter is too deep, and the hidden danger is not small, originally I almost beat that sister to death with one punch before, I can make that pair of dogs male and female yin and yang separate, and girls can't be too easy to be bullied, isn't it?"

The saint who accompanied the sacrifice could only nod and flatter with a smile on his face: "The predecessors are pedantic, they have seen and heard much more than the younger generations, and they know much more truths. ”

Yan Qingyun nodded lightly, secretly praising the teachable son in her heart.

Under the sea of clouds, the disciples of the Jin Ding Sect were all panicked, and some of the centenarians didn't know how to deal with it, and the elders didn't speak, and they were the first to steal since they entered the sect, and someone dared to ask the Jin Ding Sect like this.

"Tell your ancestors to come out, otherwise you will be demolished in the ancestral hall!" Yan Qing's tone increased slightly.

She is also waiting for someone from the Jin Ding Sect to dare to make a move, so that she can lead to clues in front of this sacrificial saint, even if the ancestor of the Jin Ding Sect does not come forward, she can make the Confucian Temple and even Bai Yujing in Xiao Zhou Tian pay more attention, otherwise she doesn't want to be distracted and stare at a small Jin Ding Sect all the time.

But Jin Dingzong's good temper really made Yan Qing lose his temper, and even made this sacrificial saint speechless.

I saw that the current sect master of the Jinding Sect threw off his robe and knelt on the ground, but his words were not weak at all, and he said impassionedly: "My ancestor was kind to people in his life, and he paid attention to harmony, which is the same on the mountain and down the mountain, which is also the foundation of this sect, the younger generation really doesn't know what misunderstanding the ancestor has with you, if the ancestor is still in the Jinding Sect, there is no need for the ancestors to force each other, and the ancestors of my family will personally invite the predecessors to come to the door as guests, and treat each other with courtesy." It's just that now my ancestor is already idle clouds and wild cranes, and if the predecessors have a grudge with the Jin Ding Sect or have a grudge with my ancestor, you can still commit yourself to the door to ask for the guilt, and the younger generation should give you an explanation in the ancestral hall, apologize or apologize, or apologize for the crime with death. ”

Yan Qing and the sacrificial saint looked at each other.

If he hadn't found some clues in the Diaoyutai world, he really wouldn't have known that he Jinding Sect would be so good at being kind to others.

If it were an ordinary person, he might have been bluffed, but this sacrificial saint above the sea of clouds was not an ordinary person.

However, Yan Qing was really bluffed, thinking that the old ancestor of the Jinding Sect was really not in the Jinding Sect? His own realm was too high, and he could bluff these Jinding people? Yan Qing's belly slandered and knew that it would be pressed to Yuanying.

But the saint beside him squinted his eyes and thought about it solemnly through the sea of clouds.

He had a different opinion from Yan Qing, but felt that Jin Dingzong's actions obviously responded to a sentence: there must be demons when things are impermanent.

He felt that according to what Yan Qing had told before, it might be that Jin Dingzong knew that he had already shown his feet and did not dare to make a big deal out of his small life.

The sect has been demolished, and you still think it's a trivial matter? Can you still hold your breath? That is an invisibly side proof of a certain major event.

The Confucian sacrificial saint smiled at Yan Qing: "The answer is not what you asked, and it is off topic, you should fight!"

After hiding the qi machine, the Confucian shirt hunted and hunted, and the water transportation was thick all over the body.

The already simple and unpretentious Confucian shirt gradually showed its true face.

It is similar to the white water flying fish suit, but there are slender waterlines from the corners of the clothes to the collar, and the waterlines are connected with a grain of water droplets, large or small, and the shape does not change, like the stars and totems of the day.

The sea of clouds under the feet of the two of them also gradually faded red, but the background color of the Confucian shirt on his body was almost the same, gradually rendering from light gray to making the color darker.

For a moment, it was like a dark cloud.

It can be seen with the naked eye that a water dragon with no head but no tail soars from the west sea of Baoqian Continent.

The form of the god is there.

The water dragon surrounds the West Sea, it looks crystal clear in the sunlight, and the transparent body is swaying in the sunlight, and the wisps are not as thick as the little finger, and the silk is as thin as a meridian blood.

The water dragon hangs high in the clear sky, and the big sun hangs high between the dragon's horns, showing auspiciousness.

A dragon roar sounded, the gospel was scarce, the breeze was gentle, and the thick water transportation fell around the West Sea, making the dormant mountain spirits feel relaxed and happy.

Before they could soak themselves in it, they only tasted a little sweetness, and the water dragon roared again and turned into a waterline and went straight east.

There is rain falling in the territory of Jindingzong Mountain, sharp as a knife, sharp as a silver needle brushing to the ground.

Whether it is the house building, or the attic water pavilion, or the introverted cave mansion, even the ancestral hall has been pierced by this dripping rainstorm.

But Yan Qing nodded with admiration, not to mention anything else, this method to scare people is the top good, if you want to climb someone's mountain to seek revenge in the future, this method will definitely have to be used once, only demolishing houses and destroying buildings does not hurt people, and it seems that the personal water law is all over the sky.

The last drop of rain fell, falling on the tallest portrait in the Jinding Patriarch Hall, drawing a water mark, and the portrait dedicated to the ancestor of the Jinding Sect was divided into two.

The water droplets fell to the ground with a 'tick' sound, turning into a thin line of water, and the water dragon seemed to still be broken after it shattered into drops of rain in the sky above the Golden Ding Sect.

As the last drop of rain turned into a thin line of water, the rain in the entire Jinding Sect instantly gathered into a water dragon again, and the huge body enveloped the entire Jinding Sect in it, and then with a dragon groan, it crashed headlong into the big pit that had been blasted out by Yan Qing's punch before.

The outside of the sect is sparkling, in stark contrast to the decay and ruins inside the sect.

The ancestral hall on the high place is just shrunk into a ball and reflected on the surface of the lake.

It seems that the entire Jinding Sect seems to have become a broken settlement in the blink of an eye.

From beginning to end, Jin Dingzong had never seen who the person who made the attack was a sacred, a strong man, or a qi practitioner who was good at water methods, or was it really a great demon of Mizusawa?

Outside the Patriarch Hall, the current sect master of the Golden Ding Sect still didn't say a word, his forehead was lowered, and he knelt on the ground.

There is no air machine circulation, and it looks like it is going to kill and scrape.

The remaining elders were also expressionless, not even revealing a trace of emotion.

These are all the forces that Jin Ding Zong can show on his face, and as for the worship or guest Qing Yanqing and the Confucian sacrificial saint hidden behind him, none of them have been found.

If these people in the Jin Ding Sect are really like this, they will be very good.

But if it is really a scheming existence, the wave set off at that time should not be underestimated.

Yan Qing's eyes were a little cold, and she couldn't sit still.

Upset, could it be that the old man is really suspicious of himself?

The two looked at each other, and the Confucian priest also shook his head, and he was also a little moved, and he was not sure at this moment.

"I didn't kill my sister Xi, I came all the way over, demolished a sect and replaced it with a big lake, and died!" Yan Qing complained.

"If it weren't for the guidance of the seniors, the Temple of Literature really wouldn't know that the Jin Ding Sect was such a 'Jin Ding Sect'. ”

"The younger generation will not stay here for a long time, after all, as a priest sitting in the canopy, it is easier to show the horse's feet, I will pay more attention to this Jinding Sect, and when I have eyebrows, I will go up to the Confucian Temple for heaven to hear." ”

Yan Qing breathed a sigh of relief, obviously she didn't finish the work for the old man this time, but fortunately, it aroused the interest of the Confucian Temple, and it was much better to have the Confucian Temple staring at it than for her to be stared at by a busy person, after all, this Jin Ding Sect is thousands of miles away, and it is a place in Baoqian Continent, and Yan Qing doesn't have the kung fu to go back and forth.

Yan Qing waved his sleeves and was completely away from the realm of the Jinding Sect, and the sacrificial saint walked with Yan Qing for a while, which was a send-off.

Before leaving, Yan Qing still dropped a sentence, "There is a slight clue, the flying sword sends a message to Song City, I will come." ”

The red clouds dispersed.

The sect master of the Jinding Sect slowly got up, and his body shook, and the lake outside the sect that was used as a meeting gift suddenly hung upside down in the sky.

He clenched his fist and slowly released it, and the wall of water returned to the lake.

He took a deep breath and said, "Send a message to them to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and the speed should be fast. ”

Slowly exhaled, and when the door was closed, his expression calmly returned to his previous friendly appearance: "Hurry up and repair the sect." ”

"Zang Hongzu, you are a wicked obstacle! Then he opened his eyes violently, and his anger skyrocketed, and his killing intent was clear.

As soon as the words fell, the body of the Yuan Infant Realm elder behind him, who was over the age of six, shook.

Shivering.

He turned around abruptly and spread his five claws against the throat of the Yuanying Realm elder and lifted him high, his face hideous: "This is the good grandson that your good son taught you, the descendant of the Golden Ding Sect?"

The big lake splashed with a bang, and an Elder of the Yuan Infant Realm was thrown into the bottom of the lake like a quilt and slowly surfaced.