Sheng Xinghai stepped on the golden gun with both feet, flying freely between the blue sky and white clouds. With his hands behind his back, the breeze made his green shirt rattle and his white hair flutter in the wind.

Suddenly, his golden gun weapon stopped in mid-air.

For he saw at a glance that in the midst of the green grass, on the banks of the brook with fluttering reeds, lay the bodies of three young men quietly.

Two were lying on the ground, one with half of its body in the dirt. The bones of the whole body are broken, the body is beaten to pieces, and the elixir can't save it.

His expression suddenly froze, his eyes cracked, and his heart seemed to be dripping blood: "Shi Renjie, the heir I have carefully cultivated for nearly twenty years, along with the two elite disciples, were all killed by others!?"

"Who is it, who did it, which immortal cultivator is going to destroy the foundation of my Golden Gun Gate?"

"No matter which sect you are the sect leader or the boss of a famous family, I will break you into pieces! Destroy your sect and destroy your family!"

The heir of the sect is too important for a sect. If the previous sect master ascends in the future, someone must be in charge of the sect. Otherwise, the predecessors of the sect who had ascended before would not give him good fruits to eat. Even when he was in retreat before Ascension, he needed an heir to supervise the entire sect.

Not only are it difficult to find a successor disciple with excellent qualifications, but some sect masters have not been able to find a suitable heir for decades. And it's also very difficult to cultivate, and I don't know how many cultivation resources it will take.

Elite disciples are also very important, to put it simply, the heir disciple is the prince of a sect, and the elite disciple is the minister of the sect.

Now, the princes of the sect and the ministers he cultivated are all dead, how can he not be angry? He even made up his mind to go to war with other sects to avenge this.

After a burst of fury in his heart, his divine consciousness searched for a radius of a hundred miles. Except for the immortal ruins on Zhong Mountain, which did not dare to explore, no suspicious signs were found.

When I looked down, I saw two young people, a man and a woman, walking leisurely towards Maple Leaf Town. The man holds two fishing rods in one hand and a heavy fish guard in the other. The woman held a pair of brass hammers and followed behind.

The two walked along the path in the middle of a grassy meadow, with small colorful butterflies fluttering among the wildflowers, sometimes around their shoulders.

"Damn, they should be the two that Renjie said. It's all because of these two mourning stars that my three outstanding disciples died tragically!"

When the sharpshooter fell, it landed in front of the two.

Qin Yifan and Huang Yirong stopped, secretly worried in their hearts: This time he should be a strong man, judging by his age and appearance, he is definitely not a miscellaneous disciple and an outer disciple.

......

"Say, who killed them!" Sheng Xinghai's tone was as cold as ice, and he didn't talk nonsense with them, and asked directly. His expression was extremely hideous, and under his anger, he couldn't care about maintaining the bearing of a sect master.

"The two of us were fishing by the creek just now, when suddenly a super strong man flew down from the sky. Holding a mace, he killed all three of them with a single blow. Qin Yifan said.

"Full of nonsense!" Sheng Xinghai shouted sharply, "There is no Immortal Cultivation Sect in Great Xia that uses maces as weapons, and if you don't tell the truth, the deity will be able to wipe you out in an instant." ”

"Don't want to hurt my Brother Qin!" Huang Yirong immediately held a copper hammer and stopped in front of Qin Yifan. Seeing that the person who came was so domineering, he couldn't help but be a little scared, and his body trembled slightly, "Brother Qin, why don't you escape first, I'll help you block him." He must be much better than the first three, and I definitely can't beat him. ”

"What is strong?" Qin Yifan said, "You see that he is impetuous, he has no strong bearing at all, he should just be a cook in a certain immortal cultivation sect, who is in charge of cooking on the fire." ”

"The cook who cooks on the fire?" Huang Yirong was stunned.

Qin Yifan actually saw that he shouldn't be a cook, at least a foreign affairs elder or something. After all, they are all so old, and the foreign affairs elders often go out. The reason why he belittled him so much was to make Huang Yirong less afraid and have some confidence to fight.

Sheng Xinghai's expression turned cold, and he shouted: "Looking for death!" If it was before, he would definitely not be angry because of Qin Yifan's words, but now, he has just died of his three most important apprentices, and Qin Yifan's words are undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.

Stretching out his hand, a sharp spear shot at Huang Yirong like lightning.

The target of his attack was Huang Yirong, not Qin Yifan, who made him angry. Because he still wants to keep Qin Yifan and attract monsters.

His blow was still a nimbal, and he didn't have any pity for the jade. As an old antique who has been cultivated for five hundred years, he will never make low-level mistakes that only young people can make.

At this time, Huang Yirong couldn't care whether she was afraid or not, and when she saw the gun, she instantly arrived in front of her, and smashed it towards the gun with a copper hammer.

A fierce wind whistled out. The blowing made the weeds on the meadow bow their heads, and the butterflies fluttered among the flowers.

Bite!

The spear and the copper hammer came into contact, splashing a dazzling fire. The gun was smashed out by her.

"She can actually smash my spear!?" Sheng Xinghai raised his eyebrows, "She's just a body refiner, how can she block the thunderous blow of my Yuan Infancy?"

"The strongest of a simple body refiner is that his body is not afraid of ordinary swords. Even if she is an extremely rare nine-vein body, the realm can't break through the golden pill. And the gun I used just now is the gun of the Yuan Infant Period!"

"This woman has such strength, maybe my three disciples were either killed by some sect master family head at all, or they were killed by her!"

......

I didn't think much about it at the moment, waved my spear, and slashed it with one shot.

A sharp spear dozens of feet long pierced the sky, as if it was about to cut her in half in an instant. Huang Yirong's delicate body moved instantly, wielding a copper hammer and blasting towards the gun.

Boom!

The spear dozens of feet long was dissolved by her.

"Such a strong body refiner, she doesn't have any immortal power in her body, but she can break through my Yuan Infant Spear, her strength has surpassed the common sense of cultivating immortals!" Sheng Xinghai thought in shock.

For hundreds of millions of years, people with the body of the nine veins have never broken through the bottleneck of the Jindan period. Therefore, no one has ever seen the strength of the Nine Veins Body that surpasses the Jindan Stage.

And Qin Yifan's paintings inadvertently helped her break the curse of the ancient demon king. Therefore, Sheng Xinghai didn't know why Huang Yirong was so strong, and no one in the entire immortal cultivation world knew about it, and thought it was against the common sense of immortal cultivation.

The body of the nine veins does not cultivate immortal arts, but simply cultivates the way of strength.