A life-and-death sticker, a battle of life and death, including the Qingyun Dao people, did not expect his protection, causing unimaginable losses to the Purple Cloud Sect.

This is not just the loss of an attic, but also the more than a thousand immortal arts in the attic.

Joy and sorrow are always walking side by side.

Yesterday, the people of Qingyun Dao were still immersed in joy, because more than 4,300 disciples of the outer sect had entered the inner sect, which raised the overall strength of the Ziyun Sect to a new height.

It can be said that with these more than 4,300 three-star disciples, the Qingyun Dao people are very confident that they can overwhelm the shoulder-to-shoulder Poison Sect.

But now, more than a thousand immortal arts have been destroyed, and hundreds of years of hard work of the Purple Cloud Sect have been wasted, directly causing the overall strength of the Purple Cloud Sect to regress by a hundred years.

What Qingyun Dao people couldn't accept the most was that Wu Ganglie, whom he protected, also died, and the Qiankun bag also fell into Ye Feng's hands.

It wasn't until this moment that he understood why Ye Feng agreed so simply yesterday,

He didn't give up killing Wu Ganglie, nor did he give up taking Wu Ganglie's Qiankun bag.

If you are kind to such a person, he will be good to you. If you do evil to him, he will make you doomed.

It's horrible!

For a hundred years, Qingyun Dao people have never been so jealous of a person, even Zhao Yin, who cultivated to approach him, did not make him feel a trace of fear in his heart.

"Ye Feng, are you sure that you can make my Purple Cloud Sect bleed?"

"Walk the talk!"

Four words made Qingyun Dao people tremble.

"Sect Master, don't listen to him. Let me go over and kill him in minutes. Ding Yun walked around to the Qingyun Dao people and bowed down to ask for orders.

Qingyun Daoist glanced at Ding Yun, waved the dust in his hand, and flew Ding Yun's fan out of more than ten meters with a bang: "Things that don't have heads, get out of the way!"

Ding Yun was dumbfounded, and Wan Xiu in the square was even more confused.

Only Great Elder Zhao Yin understood in his heart that the demeanor of the Qingyun Dao people was not excessive at all.

Because, as long as Ding Yun makes a move, then this battle ...... Inevitable.

If it were an ordinary three-star immortal master, it would be fine, but the person in the air was Ye Feng, who could allow them to grow three stages of immortal rice and send more than 4,000 disciples to the inner sect in just three months.

This ability, even he, the Great Elder, is not as good as himself.

"Sect Master, let him go. Zhao Yin stepped forward and clenched his fists and whispered to the Qingyun Dao people.

"Huh?"

Qingyun Daoren's brows became tighter and tighter, and he seemed to be very dissatisfied with Zhao Yin's words.

"Sect Master, I know that you are unwilling in your heart, you let Ye Feng go today, and you can't explain to the disciples of the Inner Sect Ten Thousand Cultivators. But you, think about it again, why I didn't let Ye Feng become an elder. ”

"You're afraid of him?"

"Haha, how long have we lived, sect master, are you still afraid of death? What I'm afraid of is that Ye Feng can really say and do it. If there are any more casualties among the disciples of the Purple Cloud Sect, I am afraid that the Purple Cloud Sect will ...... in Kunyuan. ”

Zhao Yin didn't say any more, just bowed down to Qingyun Dao like that, waiting for him to think twice, so that Ye Feng could leave safely.

Qingyun Daoren's face became more and more ugly, and he looked up and stared at Ye Feng for a full three minutes, and finally sighed.

"Ye Feng, this sect admits that yesterday's incident is a poor consideration of this sect's practice. Today you killed Wu Ganglie and snatched his Qiankun bag, I can no longer pursue it. But don't forget one thing, if I don't give you the position of elder, you won't be able to enter the Tibetan Gong Pavilion. And this Tibetan Gong Pavilion is the work of the Purple Cloud Sect for a hundred years, so you just patted your ass and left?"

Hearing this, Ye Feng smiled.

He understood the meaning of Qingyun Daoren's words, and it was not impossible to let him go, but when the Zanggong Pavilion was destroyed, someone had to stand up and take responsibility.

To put it simply, this Qingyun Dao person just wanted to have an explanation for the disciples of the Purple Cloud Sect.

This face, Ye Feng can give it or not.

But at this moment, Ye Feng looked at Luo Lan and Yuhan Yuyan, and the three girls looked at him, their red eyes making people feel a little distressed.

A sigh came out of Ye Feng's mouth.

He wasn't a saint, but he wasn't ruthless either.

"Qingyun Dao people, thinking back to Ye joining the Purple Cloud Sect, you also took good care of me. Today, I destroyed the Hidden Gong Pavilion, it will be a catastrophe for the Purple Cloud Sect, and I hope that the Poison Sect will crusade against it, making it even worse for the Purple Cloud Sect. But isn't that a one-time creation? Three years? I want three years. Three years later, I will let the Purple Cloud Sect unify the Kunyuan Kingdom, and repay you the care of the Qingyun Dao people for three months. ”

After that, Ye Feng took one last look at Luo Lan and Yuhan Yuyan, turned around and walked away.

"Hey, what does this surname Ye mean? Just go, it's another pretend. ”

"Three years, he said that after three years, let our Purple Cloud Sect unify the Kunyuan Kingdom?

......

There was a roar in the square, but when he looked at the Qingyun Dao people again, he kept looking at Ye Feng in the distance until he disappeared at the end of his sight, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

Qingyun Dao people knew that Ye Feng had given him enough face.

Even if there are still inner sect disciples who are not convinced, they are still a minority after all.

Especially the more than 4,000 people from the outer sect, none of them slandered Ye Feng for being arrogant. In the eyes of the Qingyun Dao people, the trust of those four people in Ye Feng far exceeded the trust in him, the sect master.

Because, with the help of Ye Feng, they successfully entered the Inner Sect.

Looking at him again, what did he do during this period?

No!

"The disciples of the Inner Sect listened to the order, and the Tibetan Gong Pavilion was destroyed today, and this matter must not be spread outside. If the news leaks, this sect will definitely investigate the leaker and kill him!"

"Yes!"

"Clean up the ruins and rebuild the Zanggong Pavilion. ”

......

Ye Feng left the Purple Cloud Sect.

In just three months, this young man has made a legend in the Purple Cloud Sect.

His departure made some people's hearts dark, such as Ding Yun and Ji Xinghe.

His departure also made some people's hearts full of reluctance, like that Yuhan Yuyan and more than 4,000 three-star immortals.

"Master, where do you say he will go?" Yuhan asked in a choked voice as he looked at the direction in which Ye Feng had disappeared, his eyes were red with tears.

"Who knows?"

Luo Lan sighed lightly, she knew Ye Feng's situation better than anyone else, although the Qingyun Dao people did not chase and kill him, but Gu Tuo would definitely not let Ye Feng go.

Ye Feng still has to face life and death.

Unless, his cultivation can be higher than the ancient tuo.

"No matter where he goes, he will not suffer with his mind. On the contrary, the two of you must cultivate the Immortal Dao diligently in the future, and strive to become an immortal master and promote to the immortal king as soon as possible, so as not to disappoint Ye Feng's heart. ”

Luo Lan knew very well that the reason why Ye Feng gave the Qingyun Dao people a three-year promise was because Yu Yan and Yu Han were still in the Purple Cloud Sect.

Once he pats his ass and leaves, then Qingyun Dao people will definitely not spare Yuhan Yuyan, and she, the master, will also be pushed to the forefront, making it very difficult for her to do.

However, Luo Lan guessed the reason for Ye Feng's promise, but he didn't know that at this time, a young man fell from the sky and fell into the canyon.

Blood was running from the corner of his mouth, and there was a giant egg thirty meters in front of him.

"To ...... Damn, what the hell is this thing that the system rewarded me with?"

While flipping through the three immortal arts in the Hidden Gong Pavilion, Ye Feng sat there and entered a strange enchantment.

There, it was the demonic world that Wei Xian saw that the sky was collapsing and the earth was falling, filled with endless purple fire.

And that giant egg was thirty meters in front of Ye Feng at this moment.

"Before, I was wrong. What brought me the breath of death was not Gu Tuo or Qingyun Dao people, but this giant egg. But what's in this eggshell?"