He thought here, Li Mengwan, Chen Qingwen, and Xu Shifei couldn't support it anymore. Listening to the two sounds, Chen Qingwen and Xu Shifei's flying swords had been beaten far away by sticks. The violent concussion caused the two of them to spit out a mouthful of blood in unison, temporarily unable to control their flying swords.

The remaining slender and slender first-order high-grade flying sword with a pale color struggled in the air.

Li Mengwan struggled to control the flying sword and rushed forward to kill, and the fierce-looking bald head at the head smiled fiercely on his face, and reached out to grab it out of thin air. The air between the two was distorted, and Li Mengwan's flying sword seemed to be grasped by the palm of the invisible and qualitative, air-formed hand, and she couldn't move forward in the slightest.

"Let me ask you again, where is Zhang Yan?"

"Phew, you also deserve to ask Senior Brother Zhang!"

"Are they also looking for Brother Zhang?" Long Xiaopeng thought. Below, Li Mengwan seemed to be completely restrained by the bald villain, closing her eyes and waiting for death, allowing the bald hand's palm to pinch her snow-white neck.

The thick fingers were less than an inch from the skin on his neck, and the bald villain thought that he had a chance to win, and a hideous smile appeared on his ugly face.

Suddenly, something changed dramatically.

Li Mengwan opened her eyes, and her eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness. A black dagger flew out of her body and plunged into the bald man's chest.

The hideous smile froze, and with an expression of disbelief, fear, and unwillingness, the menacing bald man's body lost control and fell from the sky.

"Senior brother!" "Senior brother!" The rest of the big men shouted in disbelief, harnessed their weapons, and besieged them.

Li Mengwan's eyes flashed with a sly gaze, and she pulled Chen Qingwen and Xu Shifei with both hands and said, "Let's go!" With the help of her Zhenyuan, Chen and Xu recovered the ability to fly the imperial weapon. When a group of bald men were in chaos, the three of them held hands and sedged side by side, like a huge bird, flying close to the ground and briefly rushing out of the encirclement.

After all, the cleverness of the moment could not fill the gap in strength, and after a few breaths, the three of them fell back into a siege and were in danger.

This time, there will be no one carelessly underestimating the enemy, and they will be given an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Li Mengwan's eyes couldn't help but show despair.

At the edge of the field of vision, above the clouds hundreds of feet high, a little yellow and black light suddenly appeared. From dark to bright, it was as if someone was hovering high in the sky, creeping through the trail and gradually revealing his figure.

The hope in her heart rose again, and Li Mengwan was busy, and took out the last of her energy to shout: "That Taoist friend above, please save us......"

The voice of the cry for help stopped halfway through.

High in the sky, in the black and yellow staggered, like the pattern on the body of the colorful tiger, the wrapped figure is the famous rising star of the Youxian Society.

The Li, Chen, and Xu families are all families with fixed territory and sitting on the ground to eat popularity, compared with the territory of Longshan, the second- and third-rate sects are not far behind, and the relationship with the scattered cultivators is naturally not good. The Youxian Society was established, regardless of the character and original intentions of the old man with a dry heart, in fact, it cracked down on the behavior of the Pan family and the sect to exploit and disperse cultivation.

The spiritual materials and elixirs that could have been obtained at a low price, or even snatched directly, became not so easy to get their hands after being interspersed by the Wandering Immortals. There is no territory in Longshan, only inheritance remains, and there are small and micro families that are not much different from scattered cultivation, and the micro sects that are on the verge of extinction are more inclined to the spoiler of the Youxian Society.

The big and medium-sized families with a fixed territory and their own sphere of influence have a bad relationship with the Youxian Society.

In fact, the conflict between the Youxian and the five factions of Longshan lost more and won less, and the whole was still in a weak position. The resources of interest that were scrambled for were more taken from the plates of families like Li, Chen, and Xu.

Seeing the red flame golden light, Li Mengwan's expressions became bad.

On the other side, a group of bald heads changed color at the same time.

The enemy of the enemy will not necessarily be a friend, especially when there is a big advantage, and the side that has the upper hand will definitely be more wary of the newcomers.

Among the bald heads, the first one raised his head and squinted, staring at the figure in the sky: "Red Flame Golden Light Dragon Xiaopeng?"

"Brother Dragon......"

He had just saluted with his hands in fists, and he hadn't had time to say a sentence completely.

In the sky, countless black and yellow sword qi sprinkled and rained.

Blood splattered and screams rang.

Long Xiaopeng's sword fell like rain, and the twenty-one bald monks who changed their outfits and weapons were killed under his sword, but in a few moments, they were killed.

In the same Divine Light Realm, the primary and advanced levels were originally very far apart. After taking the thick blood soup, I browsed the books in the Xiaotianji Gorge, and after the python venom was taught and sharpened before his death. The biggest gap between the current Long Xiaopeng and before entering the Poison Dragon Stream is not in the realm of cultivation, but in combat effectiveness.

With the same high-level divine light, the combat power has more than doubled.

Superior technology, leading everywhere. Ordinary divine light was tied in front of him, and he could hardly rely on the number of people to form a joint force and pose a threat to him.

The bald heads, who were unable to deal with their own side, were killed one after another by the sword of a strong man who was not a friend or foe on the opposite side, and Li Mengwan and the three of them trembled, as if they were on the edge of the abyss.

Li Mengwan sorted out her mood, squeezed out a smile, and asked on behalf of the three of them: "Thank you Long Daxia for saving your life, if there is nothing else, the three little sisters will leave first......

Before the words fell, they were truncated by Long Xiaopeng's question: "Where is Zhang Yan?"

The three of them changed color in unison.

......

The flames on the dry wood beeped, and in the col, in the sparse clearing, a bonfire burned brightly.

Sitting or standing beside the fire, nine men and five women were gathered around.

If Zhang Yan was here, he should be able to recognize that among the fourteen people present, there were as many as eight people, all of whom had appeared on the light purple building that day.

Among the disciples of the five sects under the leadership, except for the tempest attendant, who was nowhere to be found, the rest of the people had arrived here. In addition, there are several more unfamiliar faces.

They are all young monks who are not weak in cultivation.

Three of the women are Yuan Miaozhen and Qi Nanqing of Chunmingmen, and Chu Rou of Bishui Pavilion. The three of them, together with Gen Lishan Shan Hongmiao, occupy the core of everyone.

This group of people is faintly led by the four of them.

A group of loose cultivators discussed one after another, and the protagonist mentioned in their words turned out to be Zhang Yan, who was the true legend of the five factions of Longshan with Yuan, Qi, Chu, and Dan!

The surprise and envy in the words of the crowd were overflowing.

Chu Rou couldn't help but admire: "I didn't expect that after the Chunming Sect parted, in just a short period of time, Senior Brother Zhang has improved so much! Now he must be the first person in our Longshan and the same generation of monks, right?"

Shan Hongmiao's sword eyebrows raised, his lips moved slightly, as if he was about to say something, and he forcibly suppressed it back.

After single-handedly killing the ghost hand Demon Qin Yu Peiyu, although there was still a violent wind and a small episode of his own making, from then on, Zhang Yan was the first person among the monks of the same generation in Longshan. Indisputable!

Especially since he himself was defeated by Zhang Yan. I was not convinced, but I couldn't speak, so I could only move the corners of my mouth slightly, and I held it back again.

"On that day in Chunming Mountain, Senior Brother Zhang was the first in Longshan, but there was nothing unusual. Yuan Miaozhen took it lightly.

"At that time, the first was only the first in combat power, and in terms of cultivation, Senior Brother Zhang was only at the beginning of the Divine Light, and there were still several people above him. But now...... I don't know how much benefit he got from Shui Yun Gongzi?"

Yuan and Qi Shi sisters don't pay much attention to who is the first of their peers in Longshan, so they can naturally talk. As if she was well versed in the thoughts of the two, Chu Rou changed her words, and suddenly made the two women's faces look ugly.

No matter what the relationship between Shuiyun and Jishan is, Situ Erya invited Zhang Yan to accompany him this time, in the name of compensation. Speaking of this compensation, it will naturally remind people of the majestic deeds of Shui Yun Gongzi, the light purple upstairs, and the sword suppressing Longshan.

Although it is said that except for the mountain, the four factions have lost face. However, the incident happened in Chunmingmen, and Bishui Pavilion, Fenglei Temple, and Genli Mountain only had junior disciples, and there were no masters present. If you want to say that you are embarrassed, the main responsibility must be Chunmingmen's.

After that, Changshan changed.

The five factions of Longshan did not make a clear division of the territory outside the five immortal gates, maintaining the situation of vague co-governance with you and me.

But among the five factions, the closest to Changshan is always Chunmingmen. For the two nearby countries, the most profound impact is also Chunmingmen.

From yesterday to now, news has been coming out one after another. Some say that it is a bureau set up by the Demon Sect, and there are also scattered cultivators who scold Chunlinmen for disregarding face and harming the alliance, and there are different opinions.

However, a long time ago, the disappeared medaka demon general was hidden in Changshan, and he was also refined into a demon pill and became a big demon.

The responsibility of negligence, Chunmingmen must be carried!

I don't know from the outside, but everyone present knows that there must be Shui Yunshan's handiwork in this!

The combination of the two, Yuan Miaozhen and Qi Nanqing's faces suddenly became ugly.

Shan Hongmiao was arrogant, and he couldn't help but say anymore: "Zhang Yan, don't look at him as a good cultivator, but he is ruthless, ruthless, and has formed many grudges......!

"What about Brother Zhang?

Before Shan Hongmiao's words fell, a heroic male voice in the sky sprinkled brightly, and came as the sword qi broke through the air.

A yellow and black flying sword, changing thousands of streamers, flew obliquely from the sky like rain.

In the space between the trees, the streamers were colored, and they were dyed with the color of glass by the ever-changing sword light. It looks complex and unified, as if in an instant, there are countless glasses in the air, and the colors change, which is very beautiful.

The color of this glaze changes, and it is mainly yellow and black, and there is endless slaughter in the beautiful looks.

Shan Hongmiao and the others next to the bonfire avoided one after another, and the long sword was unsheathed and flew into the sky.

For a time, there were fourteen more rainbows in the night sky, and there were green and red, but the sword light of blue and white was the most.

The light of the yellow-black flying sword was suppressed for a while.

"Hahaha, Shan Hongmiao, do you only have the ability to speak behind your back?

At the edge of heaven and earth, Long Xiaopeng followed the flying sword "Broad Tiger" and flew far away.

"Gen Lishan Shan Hongmiao, Chunmingmen Yuan Miaozhen, Qi Nanqing, Bishui Pavilion Chu Rou, and ...... It's all old acquaintances!" His gaze swept over the fourteen cultivators around the bonfire in the forest one by one, and when he recognized Shan Hongmiao, Yuan Miaozhen and the others, Long Xiaopeng already understood that his guess was wrong.

Alone, one of these people may have a bad heart when he encounters Zhang Yan and falls alone. The disciples of four of the five factions of Longshan are all here, so there must be no reason to harm Zhang Yan!

Originally, he was still a little suspicious, but after seeing these people gathered together, Long Xiaopeng had already believed the confession of Li Mengwan and the three in his heart.

"It's just...... Where the hell is Brother Zhang now?"