It had been three days since Ouyang Shuo had come out of the customs, and almost everyone on the Black Flame Peak had heard that he had successfully advanced to the sixth level of Qi Training. The former even held a feast on the peak, feasting many famous people in the sect, and Zhang Yuanhao even heard that even Zhao Peng went.

"That's ...... thing"

Li Yong lowered his head, not daring to look into Ouyang Shuo's eyes.

"According to what you say, that hole ** also has a treasure that complements the Yuan Root!"

A trace of greed and longing appeared in Ouyang Shuo's eyes, he groaned for a moment, and then asked.

Li Yong didn't dare to raise his head, but still lowered his head and said, "It was the villain who found out that something was wrong with Yin Wentao, and then tortured him to find out the news." He paused slightly, "But ......"

"Huh?" Ouyang Shuo snorted heavily, "Go on!"

Li Yong responded: "My people found out that this person and Zhou Sheng, the disciple of the Third Elder, had a close connection some time ago, but they were afraid of ......."

"You killed the person?" Ouyang Shuo's expression was a little gloomy.

Li Yong broke out in a cold sweat, gritted his teeth and responded: "Yes, that's because ......"

"Well, I understand what you mean, so let's do it..."Ouyang Shuo tapped his forehead and said, "You go back and prepare, and we will go to that cave again tomorrow." ”

Finally waited for this sentence!

A hint of relief flashed in Li Yong's eyes, and he bowed and quietly retreated.

......

Yuan Haofeng, inside the secret room.

Zhang Yuanhao looked at Li Yong, who was kneeling in front of him to speak, and his brows furrowed imperceptibly.

Or let him refine it!

Although he had known for a long time that this was the result, Zhang Yuanhao couldn't help but be disappointed after hearing the news that Ouyang Shuo had been promoted to the sixth level of Qi training.

Even for those who have a high-grade spiritual root, they can improve their qualifications by half a grade. Not to mention a medium-grade spiritual root like him Zhang Yuanhao.

Looking at Li Yong's kneeling figure coldly, Zhang Yuanhao's heart moved, and he closed his eyelids: "Stand down, after this matter is over, I will help you resolve the poison of the soul." ”

Hearing this, Li Yong's heart was relieved, and he secretly left Yuan Haofeng. He is a disciple of the first line of Qianji Peak, and he is incompatible with the first line of Yuan Haofeng, if he is seen by someone with a heart, he will inevitably have trouble.

......

Lingguang faction, the main hall of deliberations.

A group of people sat around a large long table.

In the crowd, an old man with white hair and a pale face dressed in coarse cloth was sitting in the north seat where it was supposed to be the position of Sect Master Sun Fei, while all the foundation-building realm existences inside the door, including Ouyang Yan who was in retreat, and the Great Elder of the Lingguang Sect were also sitting quietly on their chairs, listening to the old man's speech.

At this moment, the identity of the white-haired old man is about to come out, he is the old head of the Lingguang Sect, the strong man who built the foundation of the consummation realm - Han Xiaofeng.

But the face of this strong man who had built a perfect foundation was hesitant, and he looked around, and all the elders he saw lowered their heads, not daring to look at him. Only the Great Elder Ding Ye, who was also the Great Elder who had built a perfect foundation, also looked at him with a solemn look, and the two of them looked at each other, speechless for a while.

"The Xuanjian Gongzi of the Yi Yan Sword Sect went north this time, saying that he was a demon destroyer, but in fact, he recruited three or four sects along the way, and even the Xing Zhengzong who was in charge of the old ghost was also subdued. Han Xiaofeng's tone was solemn, "It seems that Yi Yan Sword Sect's move is clearly aimed at our spiritual light......!

"Zhou Jin, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Han Xiaofeng squinted his eyes, his fingers lightly tapped on the tabletop, and his tone was a little unkind.

"Huh... I don't know if I tell the old master, I didn't expect that the elders of the Yi Yan Sword Sect would not have the right to speak in this matter...... I ......"

Cold sweat ran down Second Elder Zhou Jin's cheeks, his body trembled slightly, and his speech was a little trembling.

Although he is the second elder of the Lingguang faction, his talent is average, and he is content with pleasure, and he has been assigned by the old master to manage external affairs, and he has been a little slack over the years.

"Alright, don't say it!"

Han Xiaofeng glanced at Zhou Jin with a warning in his eyes. Turning his head to look at the current sect master Sun Fei who was sitting at his bottom hand, this was the disciple he valued very much back then.

"I'll leave the matter of the secret meeting with the Black Iron Sect's Moli Light Helm Lord to you!

"Disciple knows!" Sun Fei looked solemn.

......

On the periphery of the Black Iron Mountain Range, there are more than 2,000 large and small peaks, and there are occasional demon beasts. The Lingguang Sect divided hundreds of peaks and established itself as a faction, and at the same time formed a line of defense against the powerful demon beasts in the depths of the Black Iron Mountain Range.

But in fact, few people know that the Black Iron Mountain Range is a testing ground for the Black Iron Sect, and a secret rudder of the Black Iron Sect is set up here, which is not announced to the public, but only used to collect intelligence and probe information.

The southern part of Cangfeng Country, the Black Iron Mountains, Qingyan Peak.

The mountain gets its name because of its steep rocks and strange shapes. The Black Iron Cult is located in one of the strongholds of the Black Iron Mountain Range. There are five or six congregants stationed here all year round, rotating on duty. Every month, the stronghold reports to the rudder on movements within a radius of 100 miles. But in fact, no noteworthy intelligence has been used for several years.

The sunny day hung in the sky, the wind shook the treetops, and the entire periphery of the Black Iron Mountain Range was a peaceful scene.

Rattle!

The woods beside the mountain range suddenly startled a group of birds, and a bloody aura of slaughter suddenly spread.

"Ahh

A fourth-level Black Iron Sect member fled with his life, this person was in rags, and there was a mottled blood mouth several inches long behind his back, and blood splattered on the tattered Black Iron Sect member's practice clothes.

"You're dead!" the man roared as he ran with a frightened face, "You dare to slaughter our Black Iron Sect people, no matter who you are, you will face the crazy revenge of our Black Iron Sect!"

Slapped a palm-sized, golden light talisman from the storage bag, gritted his teeth, and put it on his chest, this person's speed suddenly increased a few points, and the wind was blowing under his feet, and there was dust behind him, and it was foggy.

"Ahh

Listening to the continuous screams behind him, this person's eyes were blood-red, and he endured his grief and anger, and ran without looking back.

Swish!

The wind blew the leaves, and just as this person was about to run out of the woods, a red sword several feet long came behind him, volleying into the void, cutting off several trees, and then catching up with this person, and immediately split it in half, and the internal organs crackled and fell to the ground.

The leaves were scattered, the blood mixed with the smell of the earth, scattered in all directions, and many bloodthirsty animals quietly emerged, but they were captured by the invisible murderous aura and did not dare to move.

A cold young man in a black brocade robe slowly walked out from the depths of the woods, holding a long sword in both hands, and his clothes were stained with a lot of blood.

"No, there are only four people, and they are all early and middle stage Qi cultivation cultivators, which is not enough for me to cultivate the Blood Killing Sword Sutra to Xiaocheng!" The aura on the young man's body fluctuated, revealing his cultivation at the eighth level of Qi cultivation.

A small cyan gourd was thrown out by him, and it suddenly rose in the air, and a breath suddenly emerged from it, sucking all the blood on the ground into his abdomen. When there was not half a drop of blood left on the ground, the gourd became smaller and came back to a storage bag by him.

"Hmm! I sensed it!There are two miscellaneous fish in this direction!" Pulling out a blood-colored disc from the storage bag, the young man's eyes lit up, and he walked towards Qingyan Peak, a secret stronghold that almost no one knew about the Black Iron Sect.

In less than half an hour, in a wail, the young man's sword pierced through a seventh-level Black Iron Sect member who was staying in the stronghold, and the tyrannical aura on his body faintly increased slightly.