Towards the distant city.

This mortal city, although it is already close to the border of the Great Yin Kingdom, but because it is surrounded by mountains on three sides, it is rarely disturbed by war, and the Qingyuan Sect in order to better receive disciples from this city to supplement the sect, the protection of this city is excellent, and it is rarely hit by natural and man-made disasters, so it is full of vitality.

The people in the city are not very rich, but they are also stable and peaceful.

There are all kinds of goods, such as silk from the south, iron from the north, green salt from the east, and mountain goods from the west, which are placed on both sides of the street, and there are so many mortals who buy them that they are rubbing shoulders with each other.

It was bustling and very lively.

At noon, the market had not yet completely dispersed, and there were still many pedestrians on the streets, bargaining or talking to each other.

Suddenly, a sharp sword roar came from above everyone's heads.

The voice was loud, eager, and full of fierceness.

All mortals, startled in their hearts, turned their heads to look at the source of the voice, only to see a fiery red glow flying down from the northern sky, as if the sun was falling rapidly from the sky.

"What's going on?"

Everyone's eyes were stinging, their faces changed drastically, their expressions were flustered, and they didn't know what to do, and the lively Chaoyuan City suddenly quieted down.

"It's an immortal master!"

In the crowd, an old voice trembled, and then saw a white-haired old man, who suddenly fell down, threw himself to the ground, looked sideways, looked unusually respectful, and his eyes were full of yearning.

Soon, one by one, the figures fell to the ground one after another, and there was no mortal standing on the street.

For mortals, the monk is always the one they look up to, and that long life span makes mortals envious to the extreme. And that powerful power makes mortals extremely awe-inspiring.

In the distant city, there was silence, only the sound of swords roaring.

......

Flying Feather Real Man stepped on the sword light and went straight to the south of the distant city, his hair fluttering. Flashes of lightning.

After a while, an isolated courtyard appeared in his eyes.

The courtyard is full of courtyards, ancient trees are towering, elegant and quiet, and there are not half mortals nearby, in fact, as long as mortals come here a few hundred zhang away, they will encounter an invisible wall. It was impossible to move forward, as if this courtyard was in another space that could only be seen, but could not be entered.

This is the stronghold of Qingyuan Sect set up in Chaoyuan City, Qinghe Temple, which is specially set up for the convenience of accepting apprentices, and has always been. The monk in charge of presiding over this place is the daughter of Fei Yu Zhenren. The young sect master of the Qingyuan Sect, Fang Qinghe.

But now it has been occupied by magpie nest doves!

Feiyu Zhenren arrived outside the Qinghe Courtyard, and his fingertips flicked continuously, releasing a series of mana, opening the invisible prohibition, and penetrating straight in.

On the ground in the courtyard. There were many corpses lying on the ground, and the death was extremely miserable.

Fei Yu real people looked cold,

"Qinghe, Qinghe, where are you? Ren Shaoqing. Get out of here, you horny thief!"

After Fei Yu Zhenren entered the courtyard, his divine consciousness had not yet unfolded, and he shouted loudly.

The old man was already a little distracted, and he didn't notice that there was a fluttering wind blowing in the air, of course, even if he was in a state of mental stability, he couldn't notice it.

"Qinghe!"

Fei Yu Zhenren's divine sense, as if he had swept something, screamed miserably, and suddenly rushed out in the direction of a room to the west.

Bang!

Fei Yu Zhenren entered the room, and after an instant, the old man stood on the spot.

On the wooden bed in the room lay a woman, naked, with her hair scattered, and her snow-white skin was covered with the terrible scars of being ravaged.

This woman has a slender figure and a stunning appearance, but unfortunately there is no breath of a living person, like a butterfly in winter, she has died, a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, open weakly, her eyes are full of pain and humiliation, and tears still exist on her face.

The satin clothes, which had been torn into strips of cloth, were scattered all over the ground.

"Qinghe!"

Feiyu Zhenren's eyes trembled, his old body trembled, and suddenly, old tears were rampant.

One step, two steps......

After walking forward with difficulty, the old man pulled a bloody sheet, covered his daughter's cold body, and hugged his head and cried.

Ordinary monks, I'm afraid they will never see the sect master of the Qingyuan Sect have such a side, but at this moment, this old man is just a father, and he is no different from any father.

I don't know how long it took, several more figures swept in, and the leader was Liu Zhonghe, the monk of the Qingyuan Sect, who finally chose to advance and retreat together with his sect master.

After coming in, everyone looked at Fang Qinghe's corpse and the grief-stricken Feiyu Zhenren, first stunned, and then all fell silent, their eyes shot out of grief and hatred.

"Wencheng, go check, give me the clues to that kid's escape!"

Liu Zhonghe said coldly.

"Yes, Teacher!"

A white-robed young man with a gloomy face, after whispering, turned away, and then all the monks except Liu Zhonghe followed.

Liu Zhonghe sighed secretly and walked behind Fei Yu Zhenren, but he didn't know how to comfort him. After a long time, he said: "Senior brother, you are right, you must not tolerate that kid anymore, even if the Cloud Dao Sect is strong, we can't condone this kid to do evil, even if our Qingyuan Sect doesn't want the ancestral inheritance, we will kill that kid and avenge Qinghe." ”

Hearing this, Fei Yu Zhenren did not speak, but his sad eyes gradually became cold, cold and faint.

A monk, go fast, come back very fast.

"Sect Master, Teacher, I have found out the news, and a mortal saw a sword light, flew out of the Qinghe Courtyard, and fled in the direction of the east, the time was about half an hour ago. ”

The white-robed young man made things clear in a few words.

Fei Yu Zhenren and Liu Zhonghe glanced at each other, and Fei Yu Zhenren said to one of the female cultivators in the early stage of Jindan: "Qianyu, you stay and guard here, wait for me to slaughter that kid, and then use his head to pay tribute to Qinghe." ”

"Yes, Sect Master!"

The nun respectfully agreed.

Fei Yu Zhenren and Liu Zhonghe didn't waste any more time and took the other monks with them. The momentum was violent, and soon only the female cultivator was left in the temple.

The female cultivator was full of sadness, and after thinking for a while, she took out a set of clean clothes and was about to change them for the dead Fang Qinghe. Silent calling.

The female cultivator's body suddenly froze, unable to move anymore, and then the woman's eyes showed a look of panic like a ghost.

In the void, a tall cyan figure appeared silently, with a gloomy face, walking past her, exuding an unusually strong cold and murderous aura.

The nun looked at the scalp with a blast. I was about to open my mouth to ask, but I found that not only could I not move, but I couldn't even speak.

The cyan figure is naturally Ye Bai, after leaving the Lianyun Dao Sect, Ye Bai came to Chaoyuan City, looking for Ren Shaoqing, Ren Shaoqing has not found it, but he bumped into the real person of Feiyu who came with anger. Ye Bai used the Wind Concealment Technique and followed Feiyu Zhenren into the Qinghe Courtyard. I saw the qiē just now, but I didn't expect it to be my nephew's sin.

Ye Bai walked to the side of the bed, and after carefully probing for a while, he shook his head helplessly, Fang Qinghe really didn't have a trace of life. No matter how good the elixir he has in his hand, no matter how clever the means, he can't save it.

The wind suddenly rose, and Ye Bai disappeared strangely again as if it had appeared strangely.

The female cultivator's body trembled. Freedom has been restored.

But this woman's face showed a look of extreme horror.

Who was that person just now? Such a clever means of coming and going, even Fei Yu Zhenren did not possess it.

......

Returning to Fei Yu Zhenren and his party, after leaving Chaoyuan City, they searched eastward.

To the east of the distant city, there is a gloomy mountain field, lush with vegetation and trees, and the roar of wild beasts can be heard from time to time.

Everyone released their divine sense to search, Fei Yu Zhenren and Liu Zhonghe's cultivation was the deepest, and their divine sense was also stronger, and they quickly pulled everyone away and searched out to the depths ahead.

Under the grief and indignation, the two of them were extremely fast, and the shadows of the mountains flew backwards under their feet.

"Here, thief, leave me with my life!"

In the mountains and fields, Feiyu Zhenren's angry shouts suddenly sounded, and before the words fell, more than a dozen flame arrows had already shot out from his fingertips.

Bang bang bang -

The sound of explosions rang out endlessly.

I saw a white man's figure, frantically dodging and shuttling in the forest.

"Feiyu old ghost, what kind of madness are you, do you know who I am, do you know who my father and mother are, do you know my relationship with Lianyun Dao Sect? Do you know who my uncle is?

The arrogant voice came out of the man's mouth.

The man looks like he is in his twenties, his eyebrows are clear, and his appearance is handsome, but he is mixed with a conceited oily head and powdery air, his face is a little pale, and between his eyebrows, there is a gloomy and cold atmosphere, and there is a faint evil aura in his slender eyes.

This son is Ren Shaoqing.

"Boy, even if your father and mother are here and your uncle is here, the old man must avenge Qinghe and kill you, a thief!"

Fei Yu Zhenren unleashed a bombardment-like attack, the flames rained down, filling a large area of the sky, and the sound of screams soon rang out.

On the other side, Liu Zhonghe and the other monks of the Qingyuan Sect also flew towards this side when they heard the sound.

Seeing that Feiyu Zhenren seemed to really want to kill him regardless of any consequences, Ren Shaoqing was also dumbfounded.

Although he was cultivating the advanced methods that had been passed down from Ye Bai, after all, he was only at the realm of the middle stage of Jindan, and after a while, he was hit several times, and blood was splashed all over his body.

"Old ghost, don't you want your sect? If you dare to kill me, my father and mother will definitely slaughter all of you Qingyuan Sect!"

Ren Shaobai's face was like ashes, and for the first time, he felt that he had provoked someone he shouldn't mess with. There are not a few evil things he has done, when his cultivation is low, he just starts at mortal women, and after the realm is high, he begins to start at women's casual cultivation, and gradually develops to some female disciples of small sects, but after knowing his identity, he doesn't dare to be angry and dare not speak, and in the end, he can't do it, like Feiyu Zhenren, a madman who doesn't care about a qiē, he still encounters it for the first time.

"Even if we lose our Qingyuan Sect, the old man will not hesitate!"

Flying Feather Zhenren's eyes shot out of unforgettable hatred, and the attack was even more rapid!

Ren Shaoqing screamed again and again, and soon fell to the ground, no longer having the power to dodge.

Feiyu real person toe a little, flying sword under his feet, shooting straight out, the target straight to Ren Shaobai's head.

"Dad, mother, come and save me!"

Ren Shaoqing was desperate and cried and cried.

Ye Nannan and Ren Xiaoxie, of course, could not appear.

But......

Seeing that the flying sword was about to pierce Ren Shaoqing's head, in the void, a silver-white lightning suddenly appeared, accurately hitting the flying sword.

Rumble!

After an explosion, the flying sword broke into several pieces and fell to the ground.

The magic weapon was damaged, Fei Yu Zhenren spurted out a mouthful of blood, the old pupils shrank sharply, and his divine sense swept towards the mountains and fields where there was no one except him and Ren Shaoqing, and shouted: "Which one stopped me from killing this lewd thief?"

The mountain breeze speaks for itself.

Ren Shaoqing, who picked up a life, was also shocked and swept into the nearby mountains and forests.

After a while, Fei Yu Zhenren seemed to notice something, his pupils shrank again, and he looked behind Ren Shaoqing in amazement.

I saw a cyan majestic figure, ghostly, silently appearing on the wild grass five or six feet away behind Ren Shaoqing, not perceiving the slightest mana breath, but an invisible coercion spread.

Fei Yu Zhenren stared at the other party, his face was extremely solemn, and asked in a deep voice, "Who is Your Excellency, why do you want to stop me from killing him?"

Ren Shaoqing also followed his gaze, turned his head to look, and after a moment, he was dumbfounded, and his eyes lit up with ecstasy.

"I'm his uncle!"

The cyan figure said lightly, there was no emotion in his voice, cold and majestic. (To be continued......)