"On the order of the Xuanxiao Sect, I came to bring you a message, your Qingxiao Sect will be destroyed, and there will be no more mountain gates, if you don't want to be the enemy of our Xuanxiao Sect, present your storage bag, crush your identity jade plate and leave, we will treat you as a loose cultivator, and let you leave at will..."

At this moment, a young man wearing a purple robe with the word Xuanxiao on his back stepped out of the crowd, his eyes were like electricity, and he swept the hundreds of disciples gathered in front of him, with a playful face, as if waiting to watch a big show, and smiled lightly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The strong aura on his body made all the Qingxiao Sect disciples breathe slightly, and the meaning of his words made them look strange and look at each other, and it also made some people feel strong anger in their hearts, and they dared not speak out.

Unexpectedly, this group of nearby monks turned out to be people from the Xuanxiao Sect.

Chang An looked at Xiao Qi, who gritted his teeth and glared angrily at the side of him, and then swept away the other disciples who were hesitant and hesitant, and couldn't help but have a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and shook his head.

After a while, several disciples walked out of the crowd, and under the gaze of many disciples with different expressions, they walked in front of the disciples of the Xuanxiao Sect, put down the storage bag in their hands, and resolutely took out the identity jade plate of the Qingxiao Sect with a smile on their faces, crushed it violently, and said in a deep voice: "From now on, I am not a disciple of the Qingxiao Sect, but a casual cultivator..."

As soon as the words fell, the group of disciples of the Qingxiao Sect bowed their heads and remained silent, and the disciples of the Xuanxiao Sect all laughed, and the ridicule, disdain, and contempt in the laughter made the young man who spoke suddenly blushing and did not dare to look at him.

"We are the number one sect in the north of Shiguo, naturally we will do what we say, you can get out..."

Looking at the same door living in the same peak, it was so spineless, some people were angry, some people were happy, seeing these young people leaving here safe and sound, more than a dozen people walked out of the crowd, and after these dozen young people stepped out, more than a dozen women walked out, and in an instant, the team of more than 300 people suddenly walked most of them.

Looking at the people who crushed the identity of the Qingxiao Sect in front of them, bowed their heads and left, a trace of bitterness and helplessness appeared on the corners of the mouths of all the remaining disciples, although they were angry, they also understood that everyone has their own ambitions, in the face of life and death, no one can face it indifferently, and the people who stayed behind were either relatives in the Qingxiao Sect or orphans, and Chang'an was the latter.

When they left Qingxiao Sect, they were in a panic and scattered with the large army, but they didn't expect that in the end, there were less than twenty people left, looking at the people who left one by one like lost dogs, all the disciples of Xuanxiao Sect did not hide the disdain in their hearts, and laughed loudly, and the sarcastic words were like a knife that pierced people's hearts, shaving their faces and heartache.

"That's good, it's much better than the team I just met, at least there are twenty-one people left, hahahaha, this cohesion is really strong, I don't know how the sect master of Qingxiao Sect will feel when he sees this scene..."

Speaking of this, the purple-robed young man seemed to think of something, and his tone was full of expectation: "I heard that your Qingxiao Sect has produced an existence that ranks first on the list of disciples of the Four Peaks, it seems to be called, called... Black, I'm interested in this man, and if any of you can tell him where he is fleeing, I can get you out... But if you don't know, then I'll have to kill you..."

As soon as the words fell, all the disciples who remained in place changed their faces greatly.

Just when the purple-robed young man sneered, a sudden burning gaze made him smile, with a strange look, he looked over, and a young man in a green shirt carrying a strange giant sword suddenly appeared in his eyes, this young man's face was as usual, and he couldn't see any emotion, but what made him strange was that this young man didn't have any breath overflowing, but there was a vague sense of crisis.

With a raised brow, he looked at the young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes in great surprise, and hesitated: "Oh... You know?"

Listening to the purple-robed young man's inquiry, Chang'an took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and was just about to speak, when his cuffs were frowned and frowned, and Xiao Qi, who shook his head again and again, dragged it, looking at the pleading and uneasy in Xiao Qi's eyes, Chang'an couldn't bear it, pulled down Xiao Qi's hands, walked to the front of the person, looked at the purple-robed young man a few times, and became silent.

If it weren't for hearing this person's last words, Chang'an would never come out, if the people who stayed here were some strangers, Chang'an would never deliberately show a trace of breath, if it wasn't for being surrounded by hundreds of foundation-building monks, Chang'an would never have attracted the attention of the purple-robed youth, but here are Xiao Qi, Lin Yucheng and Lin Jiaxin and familiar fellow disciples, Chang'an can only come out.

Because they don't come out, they will only end up with death, only one-sided slaughter, they who have not broken through the foundation building period, in front of these hundreds of foundation building periods, they are like ants, and they have no power to resist at all, if they are ruthless, Chang'an can summon the Qiuyue Sword to leave, but what about Xiao Qi? What about these disciples who are left? How does he face Li Shanqiu, Changyu, and Caidezi who Lin Ziqing and the people he found, and how does he face Xiao Qi and his father.

Chang'an is not such a person, and he has never thought of it like this, the only way is to admit his identity, delay time, and wait for Changyu and the elders to appear.

Under the countless surprised eyes, Chang An smiled slightly, closed his eyes slightly, raised his head and took a deep breath, felt the breeze blowing in his face, raised his hand to untie the cyan feather rope tied to his hair, put it in the storage bag, and quietly operated a trace of spiritual power into the jade plate of the identity of the disciple, then raised his head, let go of the blood vine on his shoulder, stared at the purple-robed young man in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "I am the black cloth..."

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Qi closed his eyes violently and sighed, Lin Yucheng looked at the background of Chang'an in shock, Lin Jiaxin even covered his mouth with a shock, and looked at Chang'an who was insulted by her many years ago, and the others were even more dumbfounded, they didn't expect that the most annoying person in Nanfeng was the black clothes they worshipped.

A group of Xuanxiao Sect disciples stared at Chang'an with a contemptuous smile on the corners of their mouths, and the purple-robed young man narrowed his eyes, and the suspicion in his eyes showed a strong battle intent without a trace of indifference on Chang'an's face, and there was a sense of excitement that could not be concealed in this battle intent.

If he was a disciple of the real foundation building period, this purple-robed young man would not be so excited, because of the humiliating experience when he was a child, he hated the extremely talented and well-known monk, and had a kind of crazy obsession, this obsession made him feel the appearance of the other party kneeling in front of him and begging for mercy every time he defeated the other party, and then killed, this kind of hobby that seemed a little perverted to others, but it made the purple-robed young man intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

The purple-robed young man who licked his lips stared at Chang'an and suddenly smiled cruelly: "Genius... This, two words...... It's really love-hate and hate-like... Your aura is a little strange, the realm is only nine layers of Gathering Spirits, but in terms of cultivation, it is not much different from the early stage of foundation building, it seems that you have cultivated the technique of concealing your aura..."

Chang An held the fan sword, pointed at the purple-robed youth, and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, warlord!"

"Just what I want!"

The purple-robed young man smiled arrogantly, snorted, clenched his hands into fists, and shook violently, and a scorching red wave suddenly burst out like a flame, emerging from his body, within a radius of 100 meters, and was suddenly shrouded in a huge high temperature, and then the purple-robed young man probed into the void in front of him, and a huge red handprint, condensed in mid-air, went straight to Chang'an and slapped it violently.

Seeing that the purple-robed young man really had the idea of fighting with himself, Chang An was not shocked and laughed, his hands quickly pinched, sensing that the hot handprint was getting closer and closer, and with a flick of his fingers, the spirit magic was suddenly shrouded, and then he stepped on his feet and pointed to the handprint sent by him.

With his fingers, the huge fingers that seemed to gather the air used around him to condense it, when they hit the handprints sent by them, they suddenly burst into a shocking buzz, and the red palms that were like burning directly collapsed, and the waves of fire that were blown out in all directions spread wildly in all directions, drying all the flowers and trees around, so that the disciples of the Xuanxiao Sect who were close to them burst back one after another.

The strong scorching sensation seemed to have dried out the people behind Chang'an, making them dry mouth, shortness of breath, and stunned at this scene.

Chang'an took a big breath, blew away the red handprints and shattered, scattering the dust that could burn the flesh, raised his hands, pinched it, and opened his mouth violently to spit out a column of water.

After this column of water appeared, due to the high temperature that enveloped the surrounding area, it boiled directly, like boiling hot water, making a gurgling sound.

Chang'an, whose eyes were shocked, did not delay, his heart moved slightly, and the boiling water column suddenly squirmed under the whistling sound, forming an ice spear, and went straight to the purple-robed young man who had retreated.

But what people didn't expect was that when this ice gun passed through the scorching hot area, it was baked and turned smaller, and the water droplets left on the ice gun were evaporated into tobacco and disappeared before they fell to the ground, until the ice gun was close to a meter in front of the purple-robed young man, the arm-long ice spear actually melted into an ice pick the size of a finger, and it collapsed on the spot directly under the roar of the purple-robed young man with a relaxed face.

Chang'an's heart was shocked, his pupils shrank sharply, and he finally understood that there was a gap between the gathering spirit and the foundation building, although his aura was indeed comparable to that of the monks in the early stage of foundation building, but without the foundation building him, it could not be called the existence of the foundation building at all, and it could not be compared at all under the influence of the surrounding space of dozens of meters between the actions of the foundation building monks.

Whether it is the strength, power, persistence and scope of the spell, it is simply the difference between cloud and mud, the difference between heaven and earth.

Chang'an, who did not hesitate, grabbed the fan sword, and his body immediately retreated, and at the same time, he was frantically running the Dantang Linghai, and his left hand raised his hand and punched forward, and under the flickering of the streamer, the surrounding aura gathered wildly, and the roar echoed, but he saw that above the purple-robed young man's head, a shadow suddenly appeared that covered the sun and became bigger and bigger.