These two people are the two people who followed behind the situation last night, looking at Yi Yunfei who was smiling, the two of them were pale, and fine beads of sweat came out of their foreheads, and soon flowed down their cheeks like a stream.

The two of them trembled like their legs swinging, watching Yi Yunfei's mouth open and close a few times, but they didn't say anything. Last night, these two people were still pretending to fight to the death with Yi Yunfei, but they didn't expect that just one night later, they would show such an unbearable appearance in front of Yi Yunfei, fear and shame, so that these two people wanted to dig a crack in the ground and put it in, so as not to lose face in front of everyone.

In the crowd, there was an old man in an old brown robe, who was watching everything here. His hair was neatly combed, and his clothes were meticulous, although the sleeves of the old robe on his body were a little worn out, and many places on his clothes had been washed to white, but he was still a little eye-catching in the crowd.

Yi Yunfei's gaze seemed to unintentionally glance at the old man, and the old man's gaze also happened to look at him, and a smile appeared on the old wrinkled face, and he nodded towards Yi Yunfei.

Yi Yunfei nodded in response, but his heart was awe-inspiring, this person's cultivation was definitely beyond the eighth layer of Tongxuan. The seemingly old and weak body contained an aura that made him feel frightened. Facing the four elders of the Qingyun Sect, Yi Yunfei was fearless, but he felt that if this old man made a move at him, he would not have the slightest certainty, and he had no other choice than to escape with his divine foot.

Yi Yunfei didn't dare to delay any longer, he was worried that things would really get out of his control, his eyes looked coldly at the two Qingyun Sect disciples in silver-edged Taoist clothes in front of him, and said lightly: "Send a message to your sect master, Yi Yunfei is here, waiting for him to kill him personally!"

There was an uproar all around, although Yi Yunfei seriously injured the four elders of the Qingyun Sect, but did not kill them, many people thought that Yi Yunfei had reservations and retained a trace of the possibility of reconciliation with the Qingyun Sect. But he didn't expect that he would directly ask people to speak to the Qingyun Sect Master at this moment, with a tough tone and no fear.

Yi Yunfei's thoughts, naturally, would not tell these people, he never believed that the Qingyun Sect, which had been based on it for so many years, would be so stupid.

When the Yiyun Sect rose, several sects were destroyed, and these sects have been sent to the Qingyun Sect for countless years, and there may be many people who no longer have feelings for the original sect, but there will definitely still be some people who want to take revenge. Yi Yunfei suspected that these four Qingyun Sect elders were the people in this group, and they were in the name of Qingyun Sect, but they could not truly represent Qingyun Sect.

And at this moment, he skipped everyone and shouted directly to the sect master of the Qingyun Sect, just to see how the other party responded. The two disciples of the Qingyun Sect who were at the seventh level of the Xuan Dynasty did not dare to say much, and they could not leave the injured four elders behind in front of everyone's eyes, and the two of them dragged the four injured people and left in embarrassment.

Yi Yunfei's gaze swept over the onlookers, and said in a cold voice, "Who else wants to make a move on me?"

He has decided to be strong to the end, his eyes are wide, as if the real gaze is everywhere, and people are subconsciously dodging. Just kidding, seeing that he easily took down the four elders of the Qingyun Sect, who would shoot at him without opening his eyes.

Yi Yunfei waited for ten breaths, didn't see anyone responding, and drifted away. In this ten breath of time, let alone responding, the surrounding crowd even breathed desperately to suppress the sound, for fear that there would be any sound and make him misunderstand.

The wrinkled old man watched Yi Yunfei leave with a smile, his smile was full of meaning, and he said softly: "It is indeed a good knife!", this is very strange, someone next to him heard it, looked at him in surprise, and did not know what he meant.

The old man didn't see the surprised gazes of the few people around him at all, and turned around directly, and the direction he was walking was the direction Yi Yunfei left.

Qingyun Sect, the four elders have not come back yet, but the news of this battle has reached here without any leakage.

In a dimly lit small hall, there were more than a dozen people gathered here, among them there were old men with old faces, middle-aged people with vigorous blood and blood, and three or four young people. Except for those young people who were just new to Tongxuan, almost all of them were cultivating above the fifth level of Tongxuan.

The first person was an old man with a gloomy face, a little emaciated. From his figure, he couldn't see how powerful his cultivation was, but between his eyes closed, the essence light flashed, making several people in front of him dare not look directly. His cultivation has already surpassed the realm of the eighth layer of Tongxuan, his breath is heavy, and between breathing and breathing, there is a faint phantom shaking behind him, and the momentum is amazing.

The collar and cuffs of the Qingyun Sect robe that this person was wearing were dazzling golden, and he should also be an elder of the Qingyun Sect. The golden mirror in his hand was driven by the injection of Yuan Li, and the images flashed in the dim small hall, and the images of Yi Yunfei fighting against the four elders of the Qingyun Sect were sent over without omission.

Looking at these influences, everyone in this small hall had ugly faces and strong resentment in their eyes. However, the pale complexion, and the slightly trembling lips, let the discerning people be able to see the fear in their hearts.

"Second uncle, you have to avenge my father!" a young man dressed in an ordinary disciple's uniform walked up to the leader with a cry, grabbed his sleeve and shook it. If Yi Yunfei was here, he would be able to recognize it immediately, this person was actually Yuwen Tuo, the only son of Yuwentong of the Huoyun Sect.

When Yuwentong led people to kill Yi Yunzong and was about to avenge his son, Yuwentuo was injured in a big battle with Yi Yunfei and did not follow. Later, Yuwentong was killed, and Yi Yunfei led people to kill Yankong Mountain and seized the lair of Huoyun Sect, but he did not find the existence of Yuwentuo.

At that time, Yi Yunfei's skills had been able to fight Yuwentong, and he felt that Yuwentuo, who was seriously injured and fled, did not pose much threat to him, and Yi Yunzong was still a little chaotic at that time, so Yi Yunfei did not seriously look for this person, but he didn't expect that after several tosses, this person actually appeared in Qingyunzong.

The one who can be called the second uncle by Yuwen Tuo is naturally the younger brother who served as an elder in Qingyun Sect mentioned by Yuwen Tong at the beginning, Yuwen Changkong.

Compared to Li Guanyue's impulsiveness, Yuwen Changkong City Mansion is much deeper, Yuwen Tuo came to Qingyun Sect earlier than Li Jiarong, and Yuwen Changkong knew about the Huoyun Sect a long time ago, but he never moved. It wasn't until Yi Yunfei was about to reach the territory of Qingyun Sect that he made a move, and he only used the hands of others to stay out of the matter.

"Please also ask the Seventh Elder to be the master of those of us who have a deep hatred of the sea of blood, my brother entered the Grinding Sword Pavilion, and now I don't know whether he is alive or dead, with my meager cultivation, I can only watch the enemy get away with it. If the Seventh Elder can help our Li family avenge this revenge, Jiarong will definitely repay it with his life!" It was Li Jiarong who spoke, and looking at the Qingyun Sect Taoist uniform he was wearing, he had also joined the Qingyun Sect.

Now Li Guanyun and Chang Hai have entered the Grinding Sword Pavilion, and the other disciple of the Li family, Li Guanyue, is a woman, although her cultivation is good, but it is much worse than Yi Yunfei, and there is no chance of winning at all. Moreover, Li Guanyue's master's lineage is extremely strict with the rules and precepts of Qingyun Sect, and she will not be allowed to come nonsense at all.

Li Jiarong's experience made his scheming deeper, and at this moment he knelt in front of Yuwen Changkong, looking extremely loyal and filial. In fact, in his heart, although he hated Yi Yunfei to the core, the biggest purpose at this moment was to integrate into the group of Yuwen Changkong.

He entered the Qingyun Sect with the help of Li Guanyun's relationship, his qualifications were mediocre, and no one was willing to accept him as an apprentice. In the past, he was just following behind Li Guanyun, but now that Li Guanyun has entered the Grinding Sword Pavilion, life and death are unpredictable, and if Li Jiarong wants to continue to gain a foothold in this Qingyun Sect, he must have a reliable backer.

With Yi Yunfei, a common enemy, Li Jiarong quickly saw the opportunity and entered the circle of Yuwen Changkong. At this moment, the dozen or so people in the hall all had a deep relationship with the sect that was destroyed by Yi Yunfei.

Huoyun Sect, Backing Mountain Sect, Jinyang Sect, Yunlan Sect, the disciples of these sects who were sent to Qingyun Sect did not have many old ones, but when they gathered, this hall was still packed. The eyes of all of them looked straight at Yuwen Changkong, who was sitting on the main seat, waiting for the final decision.