"Hahaha!"

On the platform, the monk who should be the head of the Chongxu Sect heard this, and immediately burst into laughter, and he didn't seem to be angry.

After laughing, a flash of appreciation flashed in the eyes of the person who was headed below, and he praised in his mouth: "Very good, backbone!"

As he spoke, Xianxu Zhenren glanced at the Confucian monk not far away, but his tone suddenly changed, and he said: "It's not like some people, they talk one thing and do another, which makes people despise and have to be on guard at all times." ”

As soon as Xianxu Zhenren's words came out, the Confucian monks were all angry in their eyes, but they dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, so they had to either bow their heads and look down, or look in all directions, pretending not to hear.

The leader of the crowd in front of the gate of Qingyunmen below is none other than Wang Chaoyang, the head of Qingyunmen, and beside him are the elders and men of Qingyunmen.

Among the elders, Wan Tianming, Yuan Qingzi, Li Yuemei and others, Chen San's master Song Zhuoxian was also among them, but Yan Qingyu's master Ma Chunhua was missing.

Decades have passed, and the Jindan stage elders with the number of four hundred in Shouyuan have not carved many traces on the faces of these people, and their appearance is still not much different from decades.

Looking at the group of people in Qingyunmen, especially one of the familiar people, Chen San's heart was moved.

The elders Chen San were all familiar, but among the disciples, Chen San saw many unfamiliar faces. However, after Chen San just glanced at it, his gaze fell back on a woman behind his master Song Zhuoxian.

The woman's posture is delicate, under the eyebrows of the thin willow dai are the eyes of the cut water, such as the pollen cheeks are delicate red lips, and the dress is elegant and slightly cold, and she is a cold beauty.

The woman is none other than Chen San's "old friend" Yan Qingyu.

Looking at Yan Qingyu, who was a little less childish and a little more charming, Chen San's old appearance of this woman gradually overlapped with the beauty in front of him.

Just when Chen San was intoxicated with the past and present of the beautiful woman, Wang Chaoyang took the ridicule of Xianxu and the real person, and snorted angrily: "That's a person, that's a dog!"

"Hahaha!"

Wang Chaoyang's words were again a virtuous and false person, and he laughed heartily.

A group of monks who left Confucianism, even if they were thick-skinned, couldn't help Wang Chaoyang's direct angry scolding, and on the first inkstone, the senior brother Gao who had seen Chen Sanyan's eyes immediately had a hideous face, and said with an angry smile in his mouth: "Wang Chaoyang, even if your tongue is like a sword, you will not see the real chapter under your hands later." At that time, I, Gao Xianshu, will see how long you can protect Qingyunmen!"

"Huh?"

Gao Xianshu's voice did not fall, and the Xianxu real person who looked down at him suddenly looked at him with a certain gaze, and sighed lightly in his mouth, and then his face was happy, and he smiled in his mouth: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it! I really didn't expect that there would be such a beautiful woman in Qian's departure!"

I saw that the person he was looking at was Yan Qingyu, who was standing behind Song Zhuoxian, and then he sighed in his mouth, and then said: "Such a beautiful woman must be the best stunner to bring back as a furnace ding." Wang Xiaozi, if this woman is willing to go back with me voluntarily, I will only take three-quarters of your Qingyunmen treasure spirit stones. ”

Speaking of the last sentence, Xianxu Zhenren turned his gaze to Wang Chaoyang and said.

As soon as Xianxu Zhenren's words came out, Wang Chaoyang glanced back at Yan Qingyu beside Song Zhuoxian, and then looked at Xianxu Zhenren again, sneered in his mouth, and said, "Delusional!"

On the mountain in the distance, after hearing Wang Chaoyang's words, Chen San's clenched fists relaxed, and then he looked at Xianxu Zhenren again, and his eyes flashed with coldness, and he was not afraid of being discovered by the other party at all.

"Hahaha!"

When Xianxu Zhenren heard this, there was another burst of laughter in his mouth, but the anger in his laughter was like an angry tiger roaring, and everyone around him felt a chill rising from his back.

"Very good, really good, really backbone! It's just that this kind of backbone is very annoying, and the head of this will personally send you down to the Yellow Spring, and continue to show off your backbone under the Yellow Spring. ”

The virtuous and false real person with anger flashing in his eyes stared at Wang Chaoyang below, his voice was cold to the bone, and then his eyes turned to Yan Qingyu and sneered: "As for you, after I capture it, I can't help whether you are willing or not." ”

From beginning to end, from the moment he stood beside Song Zhuoxian, until the coveted point of Xianxu Zhenren, Yan Qingyu Yurong has not changed at all. Seeing Xianxu Zhenren say this, Yan Qingyu finally spoke, and his voice was very cold: "If it really comes to that time, the little woman will kill herself." ”

Xianxu Zhenren was stunned, then laughed and ignored it, turned his eyes, looked at Wang Chaoyang and said, "Since this is the case, there is no need to say more." ”

After finishing speaking, Xianxu Zhenren's left palm flipped over, and a palm-sized jade plate appeared in the palm of his palm.

The jade plate is octagonal and eight-sided, the eight sides are engraved with runes, and the middle is painted with yin and yang double fish, which is obviously a treasure of eight trigrams.

Xianxu Zhenren threw it casually, threw out the jade plate in his hand, fell in the air for a while, turned into a dozen zhang in size, and then in a flash of spiritual light, engraved with eight runes corresponding to Qian, Kun, Xun, Dui, Gen, Zhen, Li, Kan appeared in ink black, and then condensed into a real thing and fell down in turn.

Seeing the runes the size of a zhang falling from the jade plate, Wang Chaoyang's face sank below, and he said in a low voice: "Retreat to the East Peak!"

Hearing this, the Qingyunmen group turned around and ran quickly towards the gate.

Wang Chaoyang, who was the leader, was in the back at this time, and while running towards the gate, he turned his head to look behind him.

I saw that the ink-black rune that appeared in the Xianxu real person gossip jade plate had not yet fallen on the heads of the Qingyunmen people, and a huge light curtain suddenly appeared in mid-air.

The light curtain is semicircular, and the Qingyunmen people at the edge of the light curtain are only a dozen feet above their heads.

The moment the Qingyunmen people turned around and ran, the first ink-black rune that fell on the light curtain burst out silently, and a slight ripple also appeared where the light curtain was hit, as if it had made little contribution.

However, under the attack of the magic weapon sacrificed by a Yuan Infant Stage monk who was known as the strongest in the Dry Departure Realm, how could it be so unbearable.

I saw that the scattered ink reflected in Wang Chaoyang's eyes never dissipated, but attached to the light curtain like a black flame, constantly dissolving the spiritual power of the light curtain.

Every point of scattered black light attached to the light curtain requires the light curtain to consume more than ten times the spiritual power to offset the dissolution of the black light.

Such an inconvenient inky black rune, before the light curtain could offset the power of the first rune, the second rune fell, followed by the third.

One by one, the inky black runes fell on one point of the light curtain, silently bursting into a mass of inky black light, like clusters of demonic black flowers blooming.

With the shot of Xianxu Zhenren, the monks of the two sects of Chongxumen and Confucianism also sacrificed all kinds of treasures and played various spells, and at the same time, the bright spiritual light on the light curtain exploded, and the dense and deafening rumbling sound also swept out hundreds of miles away like an angry tide.