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"Good guy, you actually took me to train you soldiers!" Ye Wuya was angry and laughed in his heart, why wasn't he training Jiang Xiaoxiao with the people of Qingyun Sect?

Qingyun Sect, the Great Hall of Martial Arts!

Built on top of the main peak and in the center of the seven peaks! It is made of a huge floating stone, connecting the seven peaks, and seven huge black chains come from the top of the seven peaks, stabilizing this huge martial arts hall!

The main hall of the competition is two or three thousand meters huge, and there are many palaces above!

There was a crowd standing on it!

Below the entrance of the main hall is a huge martial platform, plus other small martial platforms of 100 meters in size! Surrounded by rows of seats, it is full of people!

"Jingming, what's going on?" asked a young man dressed in black!

"The Seventh Elder doesn't need to worry, they have already reached the mountainside, and those two have not caused any casualties, come on! ”

Another old man in red clothes, with the word law enforcement on his chest, sat down and shook his head and said without humility or arrogance: "These disciples are used to being lazy on weekdays, and this time the matcha with the Lieyang Sect is up again, so let them suffer in advance!"

The law enforcement elder said that if it was really a strong enemy, they would naturally not be able to sit here so leisurely and drink tea, talking and laughing!

Early in the morning, it was clear that Ye Wuya and Jiang Xiaoxiao had no hostility towards them, they just flew away without hurting them!

Ye Wuya and they had already passed through dozens of stone platforms, and all of these disciples were monks who had just stepped into the Gathering Formation Realm, not a single one of the other levels, and none of the elders of the Jindan Realm had appeared!

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang and the crowd was torn apart!

A young monk who did not come on the field saluted Ye Wuya and the others, but pointed to the stone steps in the other direction and said, "Senior, please!"

"Xiaoxiao, speed up, go to the big stone platform above and call the formation!" Ye Wuya is also impatient to wait, these low-level monks don't have any pressure on Jiang Xiaoxiao at all!

"Yes, Master!" Jiang Xiaoxiao was also annoyed and panicked, originally she thought that she could make a big fuss and go crazy!

This made Jiang Xiaoxiao very angry, and now he has received the command of Ye Wuyan, and his speed is a little faster!

From a leisurely stroll to a high-speed collision

As if it was opened, the crowd flew around in the air, and everywhere they went, they were all picked up into the sky by Jiang Xiaoxiao, and they were not hurt at all!

Martial Palace!

The seven elders of the Qingyun Sect have reached three!

The disciples of the next sect have reached about thirty percent!

Waiting for the two "uninvited guests" who broke through the mountain gate!"

"Seventh Senior Brother, what do you think they mean by just two of them?" asked the young monk sitting in the sixth place next to him.

The person who was called the Seventh Senior Brother said to the person next to him: "Sixth Senior Brother, as Jing Ming said, I think these two people seem to be not good, but in fact they are not disgusting, they are more like testing the strength of our disciples!"

"Oh?" the man known as Sixth Senior Brother pondered for a moment, as if he was thinking about something!

"Boom!"

A golden figure fell from the sky and smashed on the top of the martial platform, and the stone dust flew everywhere!

The dust cleared, and the majestic veiled girl was wearing a golden battle armor, holding Fang Tian's painting halberd in her hand, where she stood! A strong battle intent concurrently, and the golden flames were burning!

Behind Jiang Xiaoxiao, a white-haired figure appeared and continued to go up, stepping on the stairs and walking up the martial hall unhurriedly!

"The Lord is coming!"

Everyone in the Qingyun Sect was shocked, and what happened to these two people was about to be clear.

"Two Daoists came to my Qingyun Sect, I don't know what's going on?" said Old Seven gently while sitting on a stone chair.

"Without him, I came here today just to provoke you Qingyun Sect!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao waved Fang Tian's halberd and pointed sharply at the person who spoke.

Domineering!

"What? I heard you right, right? The two of them want to overthrow our entire Qingyun Sect?"

Everyone was confused for a while, and they didn't know what to do! When they came back to their senses, the crowd burst into laughter!

"Hahaha joke!"

"The two of you just want to overthrow my huge Qingyun Sect?"

"Where did you come from!"

.........

In the crowd, there were people constantly laughing and laughing, and suddenly the entire huge martial hall was shrouded in laughter.

The faces of the elders above were not very good-looking, and their faces were blue and tempted on the verge of anger! They all thought it was a friendly army at first, but now it seems that there is indeed some bad smell.

"Bang!"

The Seven Elders slapped the table violently, and a powerful force concurrently, a breeze gusted, and the temperature of the entire Martial Hall dropped a lot!

Everyone in the Qingyun Sect looked at the Seven Elders above, as long as he gave an order, they would rush up and tear this golden figure apart!

was knocked on the door for no reason, and threatened to overthrow their entire Qingyun Sect by one person!

As one of the three overlords of Yan Land, their Qingyun Sect has grown from a small force of dozens of people to a hegemon in the past three thousand years, and they have never suffered such a shame as today, even if the people from the Yan Kingdom Royal Family and the Burning Sun Sect came here, they would not dare to say so!

"Don't be ashamed!"

The Seventh Elder's face turned blue with anger, and he said gloomily.

"Xiaoxiao, step aside!"

Seeing that things were going to get out of his expectations, he stopped it inside, and people were very polite at first, Jiang Xiaoxiao made things worse with a word, if he didn't stop it, he might really fight.

"Yes, Master!" Jiang Xiaoxiao responded, retreated behind Ye Wuya, and stopped talking!

"Ahem, don't worry, fellow Daoists, what the apprentice said is excessive, forgive me! There is no malice in this seat and the apprentice!" Ye Wuyan said haha, neither humble nor arrogant, and made his stand! said to the seven elders above with a serious face.

After listening to Ye Wuya's words, the Seventh Elder's face was a little better, and he said, "Then I don't know what sect and sect my friend inherited, what is the matter with my Qingyun today!"

"This seat is a scattered cultivator, there is no door and no faction!" Ye Wuya said flatly: "This seat has a big holiday with the Lieyang Zhenren of the Lieyang Sect! On the way, I heard the news that the Qingyun Sect and the Lieyang Sect are going to war, so I came with a small apprentice!"

"Whew!" The Seventh Elder exhaled for a long time when he heard Ye Wuya say that he had a holiday with the head of the Burning Sun Sect!

Now we can be 100% sure that these two men are indeed friends! As the saying goes, the enemy of the enemy is the friend!

This black-robed man with a scarred face was able to have a holiday with the head of the Burning Sun Sect, and his cultivation was at least at the level of the head of their Qingyun Sect! No wonder he couldn't see through the endless cultivation of the night!