Qiu Li slowly climbed the stairs with his sword.

Clenched fists in his sleeves.

Guarding at the foot of the main hall are the disciples of their own Shangqing Palace, but at this moment, the guards standing in front of the main hall of the Shangqing Palace are the disciples of the Lingxu Sect, even Qiu Li, who has always taught by words and deeds, can't help but show a sad face, such a domineering thing that occupies the magpie's nest except for the Lingxu Sect, there is no second family!

The two monks standing outside the main hall of the Shangqing Palace are also Yuan Ying Realm major cultivators, the two of them behaved frivolously, without the slightest amount of etiquette that should be fulfilled as a disciple of a famous sect, and glanced lazily at Qiu Li who came up with a sword, perhaps it was the extremely conspicuous elder emblem on Qiu Li's chest and the good-looking sword box behind him, the two disciples of the Lingxu Sect did not dare to tease the juniors of the Jindan Realm of the Shangqing Palace, and underestimated the sword-wielding elder in front of him who was vaguely higher than them, and did not dare to be embarrassed, and gave way sideways.

Qiu Li's eyes were healed by Chang Xi's essence and blood and regained his sight, and his spiritual power flowed slightly, and the mysteries were no less than the pupil magic powers, and he understood the vulgarity mixed in the lips of the two Lingxu Sect disciples, and the majestic spiritual power shook out, and the two suspicious Lingxu Sect disciples were unstable under their feet, and they fell into the hall, Qiu Li snorted coldly, and threw his sleeves and walked into the hall.

In the magnificent hall surrounded by mountains and rivers, there are two tea cups on the case, and the tea mist is swirling, and the face of Liu Chuxuan, the palace master of the Shangqing Palace, is blurred in the steaming mist.

Sitting in front of him was the Great Elder of the Spirit Void Sect who sat firmly in the second place, Fang Tai.

The great elder of the anti-guest Lingxu Sect rubbed the teacup, and said with a smile: "Before the old man made this trip, he had seen many ancient poems left by literati and ink writers in the ancient scripture pavilion of the Lingxu Sect, among which there are really many good poems and good words about the beautiful scenery of the Shangqing Palace, such as the brocade screen arranged in front of the door, the green court in the wall, the hundred-year-old peony and thousand-year-old apricot, a flower and a tree are also psychic, which can be included in the good poems of the top grade." ”

Fang Tai raised his cup to taste tea, and then said: "It's just that literati and ink writers have an innate unique ability, that is, they love to exaggerate, and they are obviously not very good, but they can write like flowers, and the old man hates those who deceive the most." But when you come to Shangqing Palace today, the thousand-year-old ginkgo biloba in the front yard and the white peony in the backyard are really what is written in the poem, and the Shangqing Palace is blessed. ”

Liu Chuxuan squinted his eyes and said flatly: "If Daoyou Fang likes it, the palace master can give this thousand-year-old ginkgo tree and ice plate peony to Daoyou to express his heart." ”

Fang Tai put down the teacup and said, "No matter how beautiful and precious the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree and ice pan peony are, how can they be more useful than the purple spirit crystal vein?"

The temperature in the hall dropped to freezing in an instant.

The fearless Great Elder of the Lingxu Sect put his hands in his sleeves, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was as cold as the air in the main hall where the ice slag was broken, and he said straight to the point: " Cangxi Prefecture's affairs are all decided by the Lingxu Sect, you can't eat the small fish and shrimp on the table, you can just eat and wipe it clean, mining the purple spirit crystal vein, which can improve the overall strength of the entire Cangxi Prefecture, you Shangqing Palace actually hid and did not report, the previous few times sent messengers to send messages, you didn't reply a word, and you want to divide it up behind closed doors, isn't it too serious to take our Lingxu Sect?"

Liu Chuxuan was obviously not a bone to gnaw on, and asked rhetorically: "My Shangqing Palace is really bright in the sequence of the second-grade sect of the Immortal Dao Alliance, and the entire mountain belongs to the realm of the Shangqing Palace, and your Lingxu Sect is not far away with the intention of getting involved, do you really think that you can just find an excuse to ignore the rules in the Immortal Dao Alliance?"

"Rules?

Fang Tai actually laughed when he heard this: "Whoever has the big fist, who is the rule, there are so many second-grade sects on the Kyushu Continent, and those idle eggs on the top of the Immortal Dao League will come to take care of the mess in your Shangqing Palace?" Liu Chuxuan, you might as well try it and see if you can pass the trial with a complaint handed over to the Immortal Dao League!"

Liu Chuxuan, who knew a little about the operation mode of the Immortal Dao Alliance, had a cloudy complexion.

In the entire Kyushu Continent, although the number of second-grade sects is not as low as that of a cow in Fang Tai's mouth, it is really a lot. For the management of such a large number of second-grade sects, the Immortal Dao Alliance cannot be exhaustive, most of them are a mallet deal, not to mention that Liu Chuxuan is only a cultivator in the Divine Realm, and he has no access to the connections at the upper and even top levels of the Immortal Dao League, and he has no chance to know the person who is responsible for reviewing the sect's complaint registered in the Immortal Dao League, and it is difficult to be submitted in the snowflake-like complaint, even if he stepped on the shit and was lucky to be seen by the upper echelons of the Immortal Dao League, God knows if it will attract a tiger bigger than the Lingxu Sect.

Liu Chuxuan was in a dilemma, in a dilemma.

Seeing that the palace master of the Shangqing Palace in front of him did not speak, Fang Tai had a fleeting contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, and repeatedly put away the mallet and took out the dates and said: "As long as the Shangqing Palace hands over the purple spirit crystal vein to our Lingxu Sect, we can guarantee that the Shangqing Palace will sit firmly in the second place in Cangxi Prefecture, and at that time, your Shangqing Palace will be under one sect in the entire Cangxi and above ten thousand sects, such a good thing, Liu Daoyou, you will be difficult to find with a lantern." ”

The chief disciple of the Lingxu Sect, who bowed his head respectfully behind the Great Elder, grinned silently, and his slightly pale face was wearing a pair of lenses made of graphite crystal essence, if Chang Xi was here, he would definitely be able to recognize this person as the thin disciple who had designed to take revenge on Chen Haoran and his party in the main hall of the Bishan Mausoleum.

Lingxu Sect, Mo Yu.

Mo Yu liked this wonderful feeling of holding other people's life and death in his hands, and after he set up a plan to make things difficult everywhere in the sect and killed several of his senior brothers and sisters in the Bishan Mausoleum after returning to the sect, he changed his previous weak appearance of submissiveness, and began to stir up the troubled waters among the younger generation of the Lingxu Sect, and repeatedly pretended to eradicate dissidents by the hands of others, and seized several key opportunities, stepping on the shoulders of countless former colleagues, and finally became the chief.

He saw that a high-ranking and powerful Great Elder had almost decided the ownership of this purple spirit crystal vein with just a few words, and the Shangqing Palace seemed to be able to stare at them with a gloomy face, and he didn't dare to disobey them for half a point.

The head of the Lingxu Sect who tasted the taste of power had an intoxicated look on his face, he secretly clenched his fists, as if he had seen the scene where he took over the position of the sect master of the Lingxu Sect many years later, he sneered, he wanted to kill all the people who looked down on him and his father's humble background back then.

There was the sound of someone breaking the ice with his sleeve in the main hall, and the three of them looked at it with solemn or disdainful or indifferent eyes, Qiu Li hugged his fist and handed it to the tip of his nose, and said in a deep voice: "Elder Qiu Li of the sword has come to see the palace master." ”

Liu Chuxuan said loudly: "If there is something, report it." ”

There was a condensation of sword intent between Qiu Li's eyebrows, and he looked at Fang Tai without fear, and said without humility or arrogance: "The peregrine falcon disciples in the sect are stationed in the purple spirit crystal vein, and today they clashed with the disciples of the Lingxu Sect who came to provoke, and the peregrine falcon disciples won a miserable victory. ”

"You are bold, dare to hurt my Lingxu Sect disciples?"

Fang Tai didn't care about his identity as a "guest" at all, and didn't give Liu Chuxuan, the palace master, any face at all in the main hall of the Shangqing Palace, and took the lead in getting up and making trouble, and the terrifying coercion of the Transformation Realm was like a heavy hammer bombarding Qiu Li's chest.

The first-order separation between the Transformation God Realm and the Yuan Infant Realm is like a moat.

The monks of the Yuanying Realm are collectively referred to as the Great Cultivator in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, while the cultivators of the Transformation Divine Realm, who are already equivalent to half an immortal, are called Great Powers.

The difference between one word and the difference between cloud and mud.

The sword box behind Qiu Li rang loudly, and the majestic sword qi protected the lord by itself, but this majestic sword qi was in front of Fang Tai, who had cultivated in the God Realm, but it was so vulnerable, just the coercion of the God Realm suppressed Qiu Li's sword qi, and Qiu Li, who couldn't help but retreat, spurted out a mouthful of blood, staining the sect emblem on his chest that symbolized the Shangqing Palace.

"The Spirit Void Sect deceives people too much, and dares to hurt my elder!"

Liu Chuxuan got up and slashed it with one palm, and the profound cultivation of the same god realm offset the coercive momentum surging in the main hall, after seeing the sect elders being humiliated, after all, Liu Chuxuan, who was not the one who was kneaded by others, was unwilling to commit himself to perfection, and said with a hideous look: "Old dog Fangtai, you try again!"

An old dog meant that the Shangqing Palace had finally torn its face with the Lingxu Sect, and Fang Tai laughed angrily: "I hope you can still speak so hard in front of our sect master Lingxuzi, Liu Chuxuan, you really buried the entire Shangqing Palace." ”

As soon as Fang Tai's words fell, a disciple of the Shangqing Palace stumbled into the main hall, knelt on his knees, and said in an irrepressible trill: "Tell the palace master, there is an enemy attack!"

Liu Chuxuan's eyes narrowed suddenly, could it be that the Lingxu Sect had already made two preparations, negotiating with one hand and attacking with the other? But when he saw the Great Elder of the Lingxu Sect on the other side of the table showing a strange expression, he knew that the worst had fortunately not happened, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, take your time." ”

The disciple of the Shangqing Palace, who was obviously the first time to see such a magnificent scenery, was supported by Qiu Li and raised his head with difficulty in the surrounding ice slag.

"It's the demon bird Hai Dongqing!"