As soon as Chen Qingwan's words fell, several figures behind him set off in unison.

Among them, the woman who was as cold as ice was the most powerful, and almost as soon as Chen Qingwan's words fell, she used a killer move.

A foundation-building sword aura.

The two half-step foundation building leaders led five elite disciples of the Sword Qi Building to besiege and kill a peak of Qi refining with medicine, and the outcome was naturally self-evident.

After three breaths, a dead head flew up, and the corpse was divided into two.

The sound sounded, and before the corpse could land, it was torn apart by the sword qi and turned into a pile of rotten meat.

Chen Qingwan put away his sword and stood still, looked at the direction of Sima Yuan and Huang Zhen's fight, and was silent.

Shen Yuyan said coldly, "Don't you want to save him?"

Chen Qingwan shook his head slightly, "I believe in Senior Brother."

I believe in the big brother, but it doesn't mean that she is not worried.

Shen Yuyan's cold face seemed to have the intention of wanting to speak and stop, she looked at the shadow in front of her, "Senior sister, why is Senior Brother so good to him?"

Chen Qingwan turned around slowly, staring at Shen Yuyan quietly like watery eyes, without saying a word.

Everyone behind him didn't dare to gasp.

Shen Yuyan lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I'm not questioning Senior Brother, but I don't understand why he gave him the Asking Immortal Sword." ”

As one of the few disciples of Sword Peak, they naturally have a little-known secret in the peak.

He also knows the importance of asking the Immortal Sword for the Sword Peak, and it is by no means below the peak master.

Chen Qingwan turned around and said lightly, "Ask the Immortal Choice, how can others interfere?"

Shen Yuyanxiu's eyes widened, looked in the direction of Sima Yuandi, and was silent for a long time.

In his eyes, the coldness was no longer cold, and a trace of complexity flashed by.

On the top of the mountain cliff, the roar ran through the four directions, surging and surging the immortal sword qi carrying the majestic sword qi drawn from the sword cliff to occupy a radius of 100 zhang.

And the comparable earthy yellow sword rainbow can compete with it and share the color equally.

At this moment, Huang Zhen looked surprised, and even a little shocked.

Looking at the half-cut sword in Sima Yuan's hand, the long-lost heat and possession in his heart surged into his heart.

Although the heavenly work is good, it is not as good as asking the immortals.

Sima Yuan watched Huang Zhen's offensive slow down, his eyes flashed, and in a light stroke, he raised his sword and killed in front of him.

His gaze was cold, like a dead man.

Huang Zhen smiled lightly, in the face of Sima Yuan's attack, he was not afraid, and the Tiangong Sword in his hand swung out a red and yellow sword light, canceling out the sword qi of the Immortal.

Seeing Sima Yuan approaching, a thought came to his mind, and it filled his entire mind.

When the distance between the two was ten zhang, Huang Zhen suddenly became difficult.

But he saw him shake the Tiangong Sword Huo Ran and beat the Immortal in Sima Yuan's hand.

Immediately, his figure disappeared suddenly, and appeared in front of Sima Yuan.

There was a joke in his eyes, and with one hand he reached out, and grabbed Sima Yuan by the neck.

However, he immediately changed color, was startled, and was about to retreat.

A voice sounded behind him, "I've been waiting for you for a long time!!"

The second layer of the ethereal law escapes, like a shadow!

In an instant, nearly more than a hundred sword qi erupted from an ancient mirror, covering them all in Huang Zhen's shocked eyes.

Puff puff.

A series of penetrating sounds sounded, and after Huang Zhen's body stiffened, he fell downward.

Sima Yuan's expression was indifferent, and with a light move, he asked the immortal to return to his hand.

With a downward wave, Huang Zhen's head fell to the ground.

He grabbed the heavenly work and a storage bag.

Watch as the other party's corpse was torn apart by a chaotic sword in the air.

Before leaving, Sima Yuan cut off all the ancient trees and bushes around the ground, leaving a large open space for his minced meat.

so that eagles and beasts of prey may see and peck at them.

After he left, the figures of Chen Qingwan and Shen Yuyan emerged.

Looking at the severed limbs and broken flesh on the cliff, Shen Yuyan's cold eyes seemed to ease, while Chen Qingwan sighed quietly.

Little junior brother, it has really changed.

The killing is decisive, ruthless and ruthless.

It's no longer the deferential and gentle it used to be.

Not long after the two graceful figures disappeared, a black shadow fell on the cliff, with a flat expression and a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and the black shadow shattered and dissipated like a dream, as if it had never been.

After a while, the two figures came belatedly, and Wang Daosheng, who had not recovered from his serious injuries, did not dare to breathe, and stood with his head bowed.

The man from the Law Enforcement Hall was thoughtful.

Outside Juxian Fang.

Sima Yuan, who had gone and returned, took out a mask from his arms and slowly put it on his face.

A few quarters of an hour later, a strange young man wearing a crimson gray coat walked into the 'Purple Qi Donglai' store, and after showing the young man at the counter a land deed, the old shopkeeper hurriedly ran out and greeted him on the third floor.

Sima Yuan was silent on the third floor, silent.

After a while, he said slowly, "Shopkeeper Wu is saying that this month's profits were taken away by the Zhao family?"

Behind him, a rickety old man wearing the robe of the outer disciple of the Zixiao Sect smiled bitterly, "Yes, the matter of the change of the owner of the store, the old man is also in the dark, and he didn't know until you came over." ”

Sima Yuan's face was slightly gloomy, "Then you just handed over the profits to him for no reason?"

The old man felt the anger of the new owner, and his face was slightly tense, "If the owner wants to punish him, the old man is willing to bear it, but it has nothing to do with these boys." ”

Sima Yuan turned around and looked at the other party, how could he not hear such hidden words, and the secret path was indeed a human essence.

After narrowing his eyes, he suddenly asked, "Who is in charge of the treasure house in the store?"

The wrinkles on the old man's face moved slightly, like the roots of an old tree, and he said in a low voice, "The treasure house key is in charge of the shopkeeper Fan."

Steward Fan's name is Fan Tong, although the name is indecent, but he has an elegant scholarly style.

Sima Yuan glanced at the dozens of people behind Old Man Wu, frowned, and said, "Where is Steward Fan?"

Old man Wu lowered his head and said, "Back to the east, Steward Fan is on leave due to illness and doesn't know where to go." ”

Sima Yuan raised his eyebrows, "In other words, a certain store can't get the profit of the store today?"

Old man Wu bowed slightly, silent.

Sima Yuan suddenly smiled and said, "Okay, that's the end of today." In the future, the pawnshop will share the profits directly to me, and there is no need to send them to the treasure house. ”

Before leaving, he glanced at Old Man Wu and said with a smile, "I see Old Man Wu as if he has reached the ninth layer, I wonder if I have ever found Zhuji Dan?"

Old man Wu sighed, "Where did the owner say, how rare is the Zhuji Dan, how can we have such holy relics." ”

Sima Yuan was noncommittal, raised his eyes slightly, and said softly, "Old Wu will definitely become the pillar of the sect in the future, presumably it will be difficult for the shopkeeper to enter Old Wu's words, but I don't know if I have ever chosen a successor for the pawnshop?"

Old Man Wu's figure trembled, he could no longer maintain his composure, and looked up at Sima Yuandi with a look of disbelief.

He has been in operation of Donglai Pawnshop for decades, and his family has changed one after another, but he is still standing.

An extremely important reason is his absolute control over the pawnshop.

If he moves, not only will he have nothing to gain, but even the pawnshop will close down.

Therefore, the previous owners did not drive him away, but today, the tough attitude of this one surprised him.

His forehead was sweating slightly, and his face was wrinkled with a hint of uncertainty.

Does the other party really not care?

Old man Wu really didn't dare to bet.

He sighed in his heart, he should have killed the Zhao family kid and took the title deed.

But after a slight hesitation, the owner changed again, and the degree of difficulty was still above the Zhao family.

Old man Wu gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Please come with me."

As soon as the words fell, he stretched out his hand to lead the way.

Sima Yuan squinted slightly, remembering the information about this person in the list of senior brothers, he had a slight plan in his heart, and immediately followed away.

Oh, in a dimly lit secret room.

Old Man Wu raised his head, and an unpredictable smile appeared on his face, "If the owner really wants to control the pawnshop........ ”

Before the words fell, Sima Yuan took out a purple gold token, which was shining with golden light.

Old Man Wu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately looked at Sima Yuandi, and there was no underestimation in his eyes.

At the same time, a terrifying aura suddenly dispersed, and the formation of the secret room shook and sizzled.

It's a half-step foundation!

His expression was solemn, quietly vigilant, his figure was no longer crooked, and he said in a deep voice, "Who are you, why do you have my 'Tomb Master' token?"

Sima Yuan put away the token and said lightly, "There is already a rule in the 'tomb', and the person who holds this order should be the 'tomb master', as the 'tomb elder', won't you even know this?"

Old man Wu looked at Sima Yuandi, his eyes seemed to be cloudy and uncertain, and there was a fierce light from time to time.

Sima Yuan chuckled, "Since the tomb master is located in me, he has his own reasons. ”

Old man Wu seemed to be struggling, Sima Yuan suddenly stepped forward, and a terrifying aura of qi refining peaked exploded.

What made Old Man Wu's pupils shrink even more was the killing intent on his body, as if he had recently been dyed with blood.

Sima Yuan approached him directly, and his tone was suddenly cold, "Back then, Senior Brother supported you and others, it was to serve my Sword Peak, not intrigue, let alone infighting, you killed Fan Tong in order to seize power, according to the rules of the tomb, you must abolish your cultivation and be executed on the spot, you don't know this, right?"

After Old Man Wu was silent for a long time, when he raised his head again, there seemed to be a resolute look in his eyes, "How do you prove that you are not a person from the peak?"

Sima Yuan's heart was relieved, and then his palm was flowered, and a suicide note fell into his palm.

A few quarters of an hour later, the southwest square of Juxian Fang, 'Beiyuan Restaurant'.

The three figures met, the old man Wu saddled his horse, and after Sima Yuan appeased the shopkeeper, he quietly left.

Half an hour later, 'Xiang Worm Silk Village'.

The shopkeeper greeted a strange sword cultivator.

It wasn't until a few days later that Sima Yuan returned to the 'Purple Qi from the East' pawnshop, looking at the 'Zhenyu Pavilion' next to it, his eyes flickering.

Old man Wu walked in and said softly, "The Treasure Pavilion is secretly controlled by Zhu Mao, the third disciple who is sitting in the head of the house, but it is rumored that it has failed to advance to the Jindan for more than ten years, and he has to retreat and retreat, and there is no more information. ”

Sima Yuan nodded slightly, and after thinking for a while, he gave the title deed of the 'Zhen Yu Pavilion' to Old Man Wu.

Old Man Wu's pupils shrank, his face remained silent, and he said softly, "Don't worry, the old man will handle this matter well." ”

After seeing that he didn't have any explanation, Old Man Wu slowly retreated.

At this time, it was noon, Sima Yuan stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the noise downstairs, sighing.

In just a few days, the wind and clouds have changed, as if he was still worried about the Lingyuan Stone at the last moment, and at this moment he touched the storage bag on his waist, which was full of five thousand Lingyuan Stones.

This trip out of the mountain, killed Huang Zhen, and took back the sword of Jianfeng 'Tiangong', which can be regarded as an occasional gain.

Sima Yuan's eyes suddenly drooped slightly, and a weak and petite figure appeared in his mind, and his heart was full of guilt.

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, his gaze was cold and gloomy, and only after the opportunity did he let out a sigh.

Before returning, the old man Wu gave Sima Yuan a list, which was basically consistent with the elder brother's legacy.

In this way, Sima Yuan was completely relieved.

On the list, there are not many people, only more than 100.

All of them are above the middle stage of Qi refining.

These are his foundations in the Zixiao Sect.

But Sima Yuan did not get carried away, strength is the first.

And in addition, there are still five major foundations to worship in the 'Sword Shrine', all of which are free from the Sword Shrine.

Sima Yuan raised his head to look in the direction of Zixiao, and muttered to himself, "Build a foundation."