Chapter 1882

"Headmaster, the green lotus sword sect is ahead."

On a small hillside, the ghost Eagle pointed to the looming buildings in the mountains not far away.

"Here we are! It took us a whole day without transmitting the immortal array!"

Zhao Fang frowned.

In fact, their speed is not too slow.

You know.

It took nearly two days for Shu mourning Wang Lun to take people from Qinglian sword sect to Tongtian immortal gate.

This is also the result of the assistance of some special classes of Xianbao.

Otherwise, the time will be longer.

Zhao Fang and his party can arrive in such a short time, where the root knot is, and the number of the team is small. In addition to Zhao Fang, the rest are fake pills, and even Yu ban, which surpasses fake pills.

"Childe, what do you do next? Break in directly?" Han Peng asked.

"Listen, it's like the voice from Qinglian sword sect. It's so festive. It seems to welcome some big people."

"Not ready to welcome us?"

"Have we been found?"

"It shouldn't be. There are no enemies near us." Yu Jian's words reassured Han Peng.

They are still a little afraid of second rate forces, especially some top second rate forces.

But after glancing at the indifferent Yu ban beside them, they seemed to have confidence, and their faces soon returned to normal.

"Childe, why don't I sneak in and inquire first?"

Han Peng said.

"Don't bother so much. Go straight. I'll see what help Qinglian sword sect has brought."

Zhao Fang smiled and waved. His body was like electricity. He didn't care.

Seeing this, the ghost Eagle Han Peng and Yu Jian laughed and hurriedly followed.

On the mountain peak 1000 meters away from Qinglian sword sect, Zhao Fang looked at the magnificent Jianzu group in the mountain, and a sneer appeared on his lips, "Yu Jing, go say hello!"

"The end will take command!"

Yu Jian rode away and appeared in the sky of Qinglian sword sect with an arrogant attitude.

"Who?"

"Enemy attack!"

The strongman of Qinglian sword sect soon found Yu Jian. In the originally festive sword sect, there were sharp and tearing cries immediately.

Yu Jian smiled coldly and didn't use any weapons. He just slapped Qinglian sword sect.

Boom!

A huge palm condensed by immortal power suddenly took shape and came down with the threat of annihilation.

Boom ~

The main peak of Qinglian sword sect collapsed instantly and was made into powder.

There is only a palm print with a very deep impression.

Although Yu Jian intended to avoid the massacre, this palm was too powerful and still affected many people and died on the spot.

"Who is so presumptuous to attack our Qinglian sword sect!"

When the strongmen of Qinglian sword sect were banned, their faces turned white and dared not move forward, a very angry and cold voice suddenly sounded not far from the ruins.

Whoosh!

Several figures rose into the sky.

"It's the patriarch!"

"And the Lord of Ling Tianjian sect!"

“……”

Looking at the figures rising from the sky, the strong men of Qinglian sword sect seem to see hope at once.

Yu Jian's palm almost crushed the slightest desire for resistance in their hearts.

The defensive immortal array of Qinglian sword sect has no time to defend. It can easily break the main peak with one palm. Such strength has already surpassed the level of fake pill.

Also through that palm, let them understand.

How powerful the visitor is.

It's definitely more frightening than the first strongman of Qinglian sword sect, the ancestor of Qinglian.

They have no chance of winning against this man because of these fake Dan territories and the foundation period.

Unless it's an adult of Ling Tianjian sect!

Several figures soared into the air and turned into several men's figures filled with a strong atmosphere.

Being the first person, he is as tall and straight as a dragon and is in high spirits. He is used to showing his face looking down. At the moment, he shows a light dignified look.

He looked at Yu Jian with some surprise in his heart.

With his triple cultivation of spinning pill, I can't see through the strength of others.

"Zhao Guang, your Qinglian sword sect is very powerful. Obviously, there is no one in Xuandan territory. Unexpectedly, you dare to offend the strong Xuandan."

The man joked and sneered.

Behind the man, a middle-aged man in a green shirt and sword robe looked respectful. His face changed slightly when he heard this.

"Mr. Green Mountain, is there any misunderstanding? The force we attack is just a third rate small force. We don't even have a fake Dan territory. How can there be a strong power of rotating Dan?"

"Misunderstanding?" the man sneered even more. He glanced at the big handprint left by the main peak of the sword sect and said indifferently: "if it's really a misunderstanding, it's a little big."

"Please also ask Lord Qingshan to be the master of our Qinglian sword sect. From then on, Qinglian sword sect is willing to be incorporated into Lingtian sword sect and will always be a vassal."

Zhao Guang, the leader of Qinglian sword sect, shouted quickly.

"Don't worry!"

Song Qingshan smiled indifferently. Then he opened his mouth to Yu Jian opposite. He said in a slightly arrogant tone: "excuse me, your name, why do you want to fight against the forces under the jurisdiction of Ling Tianjian sect?"

He deliberately accentuated his tone when he mentioned Lingtian sword sect.

Its meaning is clear without words.

"Lingtian sword sect? One of the five first-class forces in Dongzhou? Hehe, what a big name."

Indifferent laughter sounded.

Three figures, riding a blue eagle, rushed out of the mountains and forests. In an instant, they came to the scene.

The blue eagle has a fierce breath. It is obviously a three grade immortal beast.

It was the eagle king Dafei who was badly hurt by Li Qinglian that day and recovered by relying on xianniang.

On Dafei's back, there were three people standing.

The leader was a young man with black robes, black hair and a handsome face.

Behind the young man, two people were separated, one left and one right, just like Dharma protector King Kong, guarding the young man's side.

And the light smile just now is exactly what the black robed boy said.

"You, are you a ghost eagle?"

Zhao Guang stared at a man behind the boy and suddenly exclaimed.

"Zhao Guang, long time no see!"

The ghost Eagle grinned.

"You, when are you..."

Zhao Guang looked shocked and looked at the ghost Eagle inconceivably.

In his impression, the ghost eagle is just a foundation period. When did it become the fake Dan Wuzhong?

Let alone.

Another person standing side by side with the ghost Eagle has a stronger breath. He is the same fake Dan Liuzhong as himself.

"When did Tongtian immortal gate have so many strong fake pills?" Zhao Guang wondered.

Song Qingshan's expression was cold, and he looked at Zhao Fang indifferently. "I dare to shout in front of the elder and die!"

Speak out.

Three people rushed out behind him.

The cultivation of these three people is not weak.

Two fake pills are six and one fake pill is seven.

They are all elders of Ling Tianjian sect. They follow song Qingshan to deal with the affairs of Qinglian sword sect this time.

Whoosh!

The ghost Eagle Han Peng rushed out in an instant.

Trying to stop three people.

However, these three people all have sword intention and strong strength, which is far from being comparable to the six and seven ordinary fake pills.

Even Han Peng and ghost eagle, who have improved their strength, can barely hold a fake Dan six and a fake Dan seven together.

"Hey, rabbit, die!"

Another fake Dan Liuzhong, with a dark sneer on his face, took his sword and killed Zhao Fang.