It is rumored that in the past when this sect was founded, there were demons from all over the world and ghosts from all directions attacking, and there were also Qinghong factions eyeing and lurking in the dark.

However, its first sect master simply relied on a pair of bare hands to expel the demons of the five directions, and the three hundred ghosts were exploded, and he was able to defeat the people sent by him for dozens of battles without falling behind.

Only then was its status established.

Before Ouyang Xuanting and the others of the Martial Saint Sect completely landed, the great earthquake began to shake, and the hundred beasts on the mountains and fields in all directions roared wildly, as if calling for a signal.

The Spirit Beast Pavilion took advantage of the depth of the Canglang Mountain Range to wantonly breed hundreds of beasts and birds, almost turning the southwest of Qinghong into a miasma, which made the neighboring sects angry.

The Zixiao Sect could say that after all, it was the leader of the righteous path, and it would not be easy to fight with it, but the Imperial Sword Gate, which was four or five thousand miles away from its neighbors, was extremely excited, and ran to the door of the Spirit Beast Pavilion in the name of punishing evil and promoting good, and the screams of the Spirit Beast Pavilion were repeated in the sky.

Therefore, for hundreds of years, this sect, which has been clamoring to compete with Zixiao for the first place, did not dare to mention that it would compete with the Imperial Sword Sect for the second place.

The depth of Zixiao's heritage has made the Imperial Sword Gate secretly frightened, and it has been unmoved and ready to attack for so many years, making the secret Imperial Sword Gate silent for hundreds of years and not daring to give birth to the intention of conquest.

Persimmon picks up soft pinch, a famous saying from ancient times.

Suddenly, the black wind in the northeast direction was everywhere, the whistling sound spread all over the four directions, and the roar of eagles and beasts ran through the entire ruins, and many people shouted and exclaimed, their pale faces changed and changed, and their eyes looked at the Spirit Beast Pavilion like a devil.

If for the Martial Saint Sect, they are only afraid of its strong strength, then for this group of spirit beasts and birds that eat people and do not spit out bones, they avoid them like snakes and scorpions, lest they be contaminated with the slightest relationship.

Not to mention what everyone thought, the four Jindan Venerables of the Illusory Dream Xuan and the Martial Saint Sect had different attitudes towards the people from the Spirit Beast Sect.

Phantom Dream Xuan wanted to refuse to return the favor, feigning anger and snorting coldly, while the Martial Saint Sect had several fierce and brave qi rising up, and in the midst of the exclamations of hundreds of people below, he quickly rushed towards the direction of the Spirit Beast Pavilion.

In an instant, after a burst of beast roars and birds, the sound of anger suddenly sounded, "Ouyang Mangfu, what do you want to do?"

Before the words fell, a sound of breaking the air sounded, but it was the Venerable Master Jin Dan of the Spirit Beast Pavilion who ignored his status and dignity, and directly bombarded and killed the person who provoked the Martial Saint Sect.

Ouyang Xuanting laughed loudly, slammed forward, and his right hand suddenly reached out, picking up his own kid before the Spirit Beast Pavilion Jindan attack landed.

One of them seemed to be honest and honest, rich and strong, and the people who looked at the Spirit Beast Pavilion still had a fighting spirit.

After being brought back to the camp by his own master, he muttered, "What kind of broken Spirit Beast Pavilion can't withstand your overlord's punch." ”

Ouyang Xuanting's smile was even stronger, and he said loudly towards the Spirit Beast Pavilion that was landing gloomily on the opposite side, "Wang Mian Lao'er, why are you still so poor in the Spirit Beast Pavilion, you can't even catch my fist, it's really embarrassing for me and me." ”

A gloomy sneer came from the roar of the birds and beasts shrouded in the thick fog, "Your Martial Saint Sect is only a mere sixth child, do you really think Lao Tzu can't do you?" ”

Ouyang Xuanting raised his eyebrows, and after looking at Phantom Mengxuan with great meaning, he said a haha and ended the matter.

Unaware that the people who had long been frightened by the situation of everyone not competing for the first battle were trembling and silent.

The power of Jindan is like the power of heaven and earth!

Many of the foundation building pinnacles below had solemn eyes and were silent.

Among the many power organizations, except for the people of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and the Sword Saint Pavilion, who were still a little indifferent, the rest of the factions were all like facing a great enemy, and their eyes were shocked.

The rest of the people, such as the Yin Yang Sect, the Flying Feather Sect, and the many families under the jurisdiction of the Martial Saint Sect, were all silent.

The existence of Jindan is not far away, but it is not visible to everyone.

The ancestors or elders of the small sects and other small sects are the existence of Jindan, but those people are all living in a simple place, how can ordinary people often get a glimpse of their true faces, let alone such a fighting method that roars the power of heaven and earth at every turn.

At this time, it was almost noon, the sun was scorching, and everyone was anxious, and the feeling of heat and dryness arose.

In the early stage of foundation building that was not well cultivated, there was impatience and was about to complain, when there seemed to be a macro avenue method in the southwest.

Everyone was in high spirits, and when they looked up, they saw a lot of flags scattered outside the hundred zhang, and the figures were longing.

In the bursts of non-smoke and non-fog, there seems to be a luan driving sitting on it, the cranes around him chanting softly, and the green warbler, yellow finch and black falcon fly with it, guarding the Quartet.

Oh, if the fluttering singing voice reached everyone's ears, they were in high spirits, like a dream, as if listening to the fairy sound.

However, if you think about it, you will find that there seems to be the sound of waves and water under the driving of this palace, dragging it quickly.

The guards with knives in black python robes stood solemnly and murderously.

A majestic and deep voice reached the field, "Tang Yin of the Xuanyuan Palace has seen all fellow Daoists for the first time!"

The momentum is like a rainbow, majestic and towering, and the majesty is incomparable.

A trace of solemnity flashed in Ouyang Xuanting's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Tang Palace Lord Luan is here, Xuanting is polite!"

"The little sister has seen the Tang Palace Master, and Murong is polite. "This Lord of the Illusory Dream Xuan Murong Nunnery seems to have a lot of respect for Tang Yinchu.

Inside the Xuanming Palace, the Xuan tent was fluttering, and the majestic and heavy atmosphere was spreading.

A bland word slowly came out, "The two Taoist friends are polite."

The tone is light and rather casual.

Ouyang Xuanting bowed his head slightly, not feeling anything wrong at all.

There were bursts of giggles from Phantom Dream Xuan, as if they were honored.

The person named Tang Yinchu is the contemporary palace master of the Xuanyuan Palace!

It is rumored that it has reached the middle stage of Jindan more than 100 years ago, and it is more and more unfathomable when you look at it.

Everyone below was shocked, the buzzing continued to sound, and the battle platform became more and more noisy and lively.

"Tang Palace Master, could it be that the one from the Xuanyin Palace? What is the major event that will alarm this Dao Discussion Conference?"

"This person hasn't walked out of the Xuanming Hall for fifty years, and now he actually came directly to this Xuxu Valley, it seems that there are a lot of good things to watch at this Dao Conference. ”

Someone secretly sneered, "Watching the good show between the Venerable Master Jindan, you are really bold!"

The man seemed to come back to his senses, his eyes were terrified and then afraid, "It is rumored that this person has been committed to restoring his former glory, and he will not be moved if it is not a matter of life and death in the Xuanyuan Palace, so it is ......." ”

He shuddered inexplicably, not daring to continue.

At this time, a hundred zhang away from the east, suddenly a sword came from the west!

Everyone on the green platform raised their heads, their eyes were complex and dignified.

The sword momentum of the person who came was like a pillar of Ling Tian, stretching out the blue sky on the eastern half of the sky.

After a sudden pause, its awe-inspiring sword momentum shrank sharply and slashed through the invisible.

The disciples of the various sects on the stone platform quietly breathed a sigh of relief, as if there was a hint of relief.

But I never saw the Illusory Dream Xuan, Martial Saint Sect and others suspended in the air, silent in unison, waiting calmly.

The people of the Spirit Beast Pavilion were even tighter as a bow, as if they were facing a great enemy, with fear and apprehension in their eyes.

Among the obstacles, the powerful spirit beasts were even more restless, and their eyes showed a look of horror.

Suddenly, a thuding sound of breaking the air carried out above the battle platform.

"Bang !!"

In an instant, the people of the Spirit Beast Pavilion turned over on their backs, vomiting blood in unison, and the Phantom Dream Xuan camp had a series of snapping sounds like a bowl breaking, crisp and pleasant. There seemed to be a faint annoyance.

Ouyang Xuanting of the Martial Saint Sect was extremely trembling, his face was flushed, and his expression was guarded.

A little, a broad long sword appeared in everyone, and eleven figures on it stood silently, their breath sharp and calm.

The person who came was the second largest sect in Qinghong Prefecture, the Imperial Sword Gate!

After a moment of silence on the field, a deep voice slowly sounded, "It turned out to be Liu Daoyou, I don't want to see you for more than ten years, Daoyou has actually perfected the way of the 'Extreme Sword' to such a state, Wang Mian admires!"

The name of the person who came was Liu Xiaoyin, dressed in a green shirt and a scholar, with a sword and flute hanging on his waist, and the ring jingled.

Unlike the disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect who had a chilling breath behind him, Liu Xiaoyin was very happy and seemed to be boring.

He waved his hand indifferently, "It's over, I'll know if I visit you more often in the future." ”

Wang Mian's breath stagnated when he heard this, as if he had the intention of riding a tiger, and then snorted coldly.

Liu Xiaoyin's eyes turned and landed on the Xuanming Palace Luan, "Tang Palace Master, I haven't seen you for many years, don't come unharmed." ”

A bland word with a slight meaning came from within Luan Jia, "Thanks to Liu Daoyou's blessing, Tang has trouble sleeping." ”

Liu Xiaoyin waved his hand with a smile and said, "We are both Qinghong Daoyou, why not fight a battle? Tang Daoyou is too childish." ”

Luan Jia was shocked, and there seemed to be a breath coming out, "That's how the Imperial Sword Gate treats fellow Daoists?"

After Liu Xiaoyin gave a few words to the people behind him, he stepped forward, and the sword qi all over his body rushed into the sky, and when he was about to start the war, he suddenly stopped.

The five Jindan masters on the field turned their heads in unison, and their eyes looking at the north position were particularly solemn, and there was even a hint of solemnity!

But I saw the roar of the north rolling in, and the two huge terrifying momentum suppressed a radius of hundreds of miles, the birds hissed, and the beasts surrendered.

Many spirit beasts in the Spirit Beast Pavilion were irritable and frenzied, panicked.

After Wang Mian snorted coldly, the spirit beast's eyes were only slightly sober, and there seemed to be a flickering color in the eyes of the people from the north.

The disciples of the various sects below raised their heads and looked up at the northern position in shock, shock, and uproar.

An old man's eyes were shining, he looked up at the Jindan Venerable Masters suspended in the air, and said in a low voice, "The north actually sent two Jindan Venerables!"

Someone immediately exclaimed, "You mean that the Zixiao faction dispatched two peak masters?"

The old man's expression was solemn, and there seemed to be a trace of worry in his eyes, "Not bad!"

"Judging by its might, it seems that it is not weaker than the one in the Xuanyuan Palace. ”

The man gasped, the position of the Lord of Zixiao Peak was high and powerful, and they also knew a little bit about it.

The position of the peak lord cannot be deposed unless the joint meeting of the peaks and the real person in charge of the sect jointly promised, and in the same way, if the joint meeting of the peaks of Zixiao unanimously passes a certain resolution, the head of the sect cannot change it!

At the peak, even the position of Zixiao's head can be abolished and deposed!

In the past, it was just an ordinary Jindan elder who came, but this time, there were two major peak masters who came in person, as if something big had happened!

As the No. 1 faction in Qinghong Prefecture, Zixiao is not moving, and it is a thunderstorm at every turn, sweeping up and down the state!

No one is immune!

Under the gaze of hundreds of eyes, a huge warship dozens of feet wide arrived quickly.

With a bang, it stood above the bluestone platform as if it had broken through the sky.

It was Zixiao, the number one giant in Qinghong Prefecture, who sent people.