Han Yue, who had his back to the gate, sneered, and he dared to negotiate terms with Nanzi Mansion with a big waist and a round waist?

The crowd that originally gathered to watch the excitement suddenly fell silent and depressed as the man asked.

Chen Liujia, the county magistrate, lowered his head and closed his eyes, and didn't look at Han Yue, he just treated it as if it hadn't happened.

Han Yue, who had already stood on the steps, deliberately squeezed his eyes at Wei Wen, Lao Tzu has always been very good.

Turning around in a chic manner, Han Yue glanced at the beads in the air, and said loudly: "Old man, you can't die in vain, right?" What is it called, what kind of errand is it in Qingyun Sect, looking at your dedication to your duties, it's not low, right?"

With that, the beads suspended in the air stopped rotating and floated back into Han Yue's hands, allowing them to be trampled between his fingers.

Xiao Zheng, who was leaning on the spear with both hands, stood tremblingly, his face expressionless, "There is a lot of nonsense, the old man is trying his best to blow himself up today, and he will pull you to die together!"

Han Yue stretched out a hand and plucked out his ear, not caring about the old man's prestige.

Xiao Zheng raised his foot and kicked the spear blade backwards, and with a wave of his throw, in an instant, the untainted spear wrapped in the explosive flames swept through the air, came to the steps, and pierced Han Yue with a spear.

Han Yue just lightly clamped the spear blade between his two fingers.

Xiao Zheng was suddenly frightened, "How is it possible!!, even the Avatar Cultivator can't catch this attack with his physical body!"

"Old man, when you are old, you have to hurry into the ground" Han Yue, who only showed half of his face, smiled evilly.

Throwing away the spear, Han Yue lowered his trembling hand, and between his fingers, he held a handful of beads.

It was really uncomfortable to use this magic weapon to resist this hard blow.

Looking at the pale-faced crane-haired old man, Han Yue nodded with satisfaction, this is what he wants.

On the top of the steps, with the sound of a thunderbolt, Han Yue had already burst into front of Xiao Zheng, and before he could parry and defend, he had already delivered a punch.

Xiao Zheng responded with his fist and flew back and fell inside the gate of the Hou Mansion.

Getting up with difficulty, Xiao Zheng's eyes were ruthless, and the true qi of the qi mansion rose wildly, wanting to explode his cultivation.

"I want to die myself!!" Seeing the situation, Han Yue quickly threw the beads in his hand, and the beads broke through the air, condensed into a slender light shuttle, and stabbed at Xiao Zheng's head first.

Between life and death, a wall of ice rose out of thin air and blocked the old man's body.

The light shuttle stabbed the ice wall, leaving no trace.

Retracting the beaded magic weapon, Han Yue looked at the ice wall that had sealed the gate of the Hou Mansion, and his face was a little unsightly.

Could it be that this is the old man's talisman?

The Qi Mansion was running, and Han Yue was preparing to attack the ice wall for the second time.

Suddenly, there was a woman in white standing outside the ice wall.

The woman in white didn't look at Han Yue, but just glanced at the end of the crowd.

Han Yue carefully looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him, and sneered: "Beat the old one, come a small one, tsk tsk is still one..."

"Shut up!" Just as Han Yue was about to say the last two words, a shout suddenly came from behind him.

Zhang He opened his eyes at some point and walked on the steps quickly.

Han Yue's face was gloomy, and he took a closer look at the woman in white again, and stepped aside.

The woman in white glanced at Zhang He, who was coming, and opened her lips slightly, like a spitting orchid, "Is it good-looking?"

Han Yue couldn't stop laughing, and his mind had already passed the picture of the woman in white panting more than ten times like a marquee.

Han Yue, who was just about to open his mouth to say obscene words, instantly felt like a knife, and when he was in pain, he looked down and saw that a pillar of ice spikes appeared on the soles of his feet, and the ice pierced through the soles of his feet, bringing out a pool of blood.

The woman in white was expressionless and continued to repeat the topic just now, "Is it good-looking?"

Another pillar of ice spikes rose from the ground and stabbed at Han Yue's other foot.

Han Yue, who didn't have time to dodge, was hit again, and he lost his instinct with his feet and instantly fell to his knees with both hands.

Zhang He, who walked up the steps, saw this scene, and immediately lowered his head and clenched his fists and said: "Seniors forgive sins, forgive sins!"

Zhang He didn't even dare to look up at the woman in white in front of him, she could appear in front of everyone so silently, and she couldn't even notice it, this kind of terrifying cultivation was really scary!

The woman in white didn't speak, and quietly looked at Han Yue who was kneeling on the ground, like looking at a dead thing.

Zhang He, who raised his eyes slightly, was nervous, turned his head to Han Yue and said, "Don't hurry up and apologize to your seniors!"

After that, Zhang He lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "Zhang He of Nanzi Mansion has seen his predecessors, and the disciples in the mansion do not abide by their dignity and humility, and Zhang will be ordered to be punished heavily when he goes back!"

Kneeling on the ground, Han Yue bit his mouth, his face was a little pale, "Han Yue shouldn't be so blasphemous to his seniors, Han Yue knows that he is wrong!"

The woman in white sneered, "No need!"

As he spoke, the ice spikes that pierced into the soles of Han Yue's feet suddenly burst out, piercing Han Yue's lower body in the blink of an eye.

Han Yue cried out in pain and fainted.

At the foot of the steps, everyone was frightened by the miserable shout and broke out in a cold sweat, and even worse, they had quietly left.

The person who quietly left was none other than Sun Ce.

Sun Ce hugged his body and moved his feet slightly step by step.

He didn't care about the creeping pace of his crawler, as if this was the only way not to alarm everyone's attention.

"Brother Sun?"

A sound of doubt sounded behind him.

Sun Cesheng had nothing to love, turned around, and said indifferently: "What are you doing!"

Chen Liujia sneered and asked, "Can Brother Sun know the woman on this step?"

In the fight just now, Chen Liujia didn't look at it with his eyes closed, and when he was woken up by Zhang He's shouting beside him, a woman in white suddenly appeared in front of him.

This is the second best-looking woman Chen Liujia has ever seen.

After Zhang He walked up the steps, Chen Liujia, who had no one beside him, hurriedly came to Sun Ce to see if he could ask for the way.

After all, in this immortal master, he knows Brother Sun.

After listening to Chen Liujia's words, Sun Ce pursed his lips, did he really want to slap this man on the head, really treat himself as a jack of all trades? Don't you see that he is busy running away!

Chen Liujia looked back twice, and whispered: "I look at Zhang He's posture, that woman seems to be more powerful than Zhang He, Brother Sun, do you know what kind of cultivation this woman is?"

Sun Ce, who ran away to no avail, was helpless, and also turned his head to look at the woman and said, "Late Mahayana monk, immortal." ”

Chen Liujia nodded blankly, just listening to the word immortal, he knew that he was a ruthless character.

Chen Liujia, who realized it later, pouted and asked, "Brother Sun knows this woman, why is he so familiar?"

Sun Ce patted Chen Liujia on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I said she is my daughter-in-law, do you believe it?"

Chen Liujia looked strange and dusted off his arms.

I believe you're a ghost!

Sun Ce ignored Chen Liujia, put his hands behind his back, and raised his feet to look ahead.

At the bottom of the steps, the other three people in Nanzi Mansion were a little impatient, and wanted to rush forward to recapture Han Yue, who had fainted, but the elder had not spoken, and the three of them did not dare to move.

On the steps, Han Yue fell in a pool of blood, life and death unknown.

Zhang He's face was gloomy, and he said: "The predecessors acted like this, should they really treat our Nanzi Mansion as a plaything?"

Zhao Zhi smiled and played with the taste: "Oh?"

A coercion poured out in an instant, and together with Zhang He, everyone under the steps was like a thousand pounds, prostrate on the ground.

Chen Liujia, who was lying on the ground, turned his head with difficulty, and a sentence popped out of his mouth, "Brother Sun, are you okay?!"

Sun Ce thought about it and squatted down.

Whoever said it was okay, I was so scared that I squatted down.

Zhao Zhi glanced at Sun Ce in the distance, and then faced Zhang He and said, "How do I act, use you to teach me?"

Zhang He didn't have the face just now this time, and said bitterly: "The immortal should act at will, and the younger generation should die!"

After that, Zhang He took out his hand and slapped himself, "The immortal is here, the younger generation has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, so he should fight!"

Zhao Zhi stretched out a finger and sneered: "Then you say, should this person die?"

Zhang He didn't even dare to raise his eyes, and said to himself: "The disciple is at fault, but the crime is not to death, please also ask the immortal to spare his life for the sake of the difficulty of cultivation!"

Zhao Zhi thought for a moment.

Then between Han Yue's bloodied legs, she drew a qi blade, and the qi blade instantly split Han Yue's body in two.

With a slight flick of his white sleeves, Han Yue, who had broken his legs, flew down the steps and landed in front of the three disciples of Nanzi Mansion who were prostrate on the ground.

Zhang He immediately thanked him: "Thank you for the grace of the immortals not to kill!"

Zhao Zhi put away Haoran's coercion and said, "There will be a next time, and the corpses will be broken into ten thousand pieces." ”

Zhang He got up in a hurry and nodded in response.

The three disciples of the Southern Purple Mansion hurriedly picked up Han Yue, who was dying, and turned to leave.

If you don't heal, I'm afraid you won't even be able to save your life.

On the steps, Zhang He, who was looking down, had already exploded in his heart, what was going on with this sudden immortal? Could it be that the reinforcements of the Qingyun Sect had never heard that there would be an immortal-level immortal master in this small sect?

Zhang He thought for a moment in his heart, clenched his fists again, and complimented: "The juniors dare to ask, I don't know that the seniors of the immortals are here for the account book?"