Soon, ye Chen, covered with gold, flew out of the Shangguan family like a golden rainbow.
When he came here, he destroyed the army of the two halls of zhengyangzong and successfully united with the Shangguan family. The task was also successfully completed. As a busy man, it was time for him to leave and do something else.
Looking at the back of Ye Chen, Shangguan yu'er is still mad about last night's incident.
However, seeing that the figure gradually faded, she could not help pursing her lips. In her beautiful eyes like water, there were ripples rippling and murmuring, her beautiful eyes were full of sense of loss.
On one side, Shangguan's cold moon is almost the same, and there is a touch of blush on her cheek. When she thinks of the matter last night, she is always reserved and has a shallow tenderness in her shame.
.........。
This is a beautiful two-story attic.
Among the petals, a woman leaned over the railing and looked south. She looked gaunt. In her watery eyes, there was a complicated color flashing through her eyes. In her hazy eyes, she was a young figure with a mask.
"Moon." Soon, a gentle voice sounded behind her. She was a middle-aged man in a boa robe. She was wearing a pair of sword eyebrows. The tiger gave birth to the power of the tiger.
This person, take a closer look, is not Haotian XuanZhen?
"Father." Seeing Haotian XuanZhen coming, Haotian Shiyue gets up in a hurry.
"Thinking about him again?" Haotian XuanZhen's words are still gentle, but his heart is more than once in a sigh.
As a father, this is his helplessness. How can he think that Qin Yu is his child, while his daughter, who is in love with his son, is destined to be an impossible marriage.
"He's my brother." Haotian Shiyue smiles softly. Her smile is a little far fetched. Even if she conceals it again, she can't help looking south. She seems to be able to see the young man flying with the sky across the mountains and rivers.
Oh!
Haotian XuanZhen sighed again, some of them just sighed at the creation of people.
..........。
In the early morning, after several big disturbances, it is rare to usher in a short period of calm.
The legend of Qin Yu, the God of killing, continues. The myth of Dan Sheng Ye Chen becomes more and more evil. His deeds are regarded as the talk material after dinner. Over and over again, it causes too many sighs, smacks of tongue and exclamation.
Bang! Boom! Boom!
However, the rare silence was broken by the roar.
Looking at one side from a distance, we can see the successive collapse of two towering mountains, which has attracted too many people's attention.
"What's the matter?" This is the gathering place of monks. Such a big movement makes many practitioners come out of the ancient city.
"80% of them are fighting again." Someone looked at the mountains, "looking at the posture, strength is not weak."
"I'm not surprised, anyway." Some people did not think of it and turned their lips. "These are all small things. There are many real bull scenes. These are just like fun."
Boom! Bang! Boom!
In the discussion, a bloody figure was abandoned from the mountains. His body was in a mess, and his body was scarred, but the speed was extremely fast.
Pang Tong?
Seeing that man, too many people are stunned. Pang Tong, the leader of the third branch Hall of Zhengyang sect, has been seen by many people.
"Why..." Seeing Pang Tong, who was in a mess, too many people were stunned there. It was one of the nine zhengyangzong's soldiers. The real quasi heaven realm was pursued and killed.
At present, everyone's eyes are on the man who chased Pang Tong.
He was an old man in grey clothes. He was powerful and full of murderous spirit. He was also a quasi heaven realm.
"Qing... Ancestor of Qingyun?" Seeing the old man in grey clothes, too many people are stunned. Although the ancestor of Qingyun sect doesn't often go out of the clan, many people have seen him. He is a famous strong man in southern Chu.
"What's the situation? Ancestor Qingyun chases Pang Tong?" There was a surprise.
"Is that strange?" Some people spread out their hands and shrugged their shoulders. "A few days ago, the nine branches of Qingyun sect were beaten by Hengyue and Zhengyang. It's natural that the ancestor of Qingyun chased Pang Tong!"
"Yes, too." Someone touched his chin and said, "after such a big loss, I have to fight with them."
Boom!
In the sound of discussion, the roar sounded again. Pang Tong was knocked out hundreds of feet by the black robed man's palm, and the earth was smashed out of a deep hole.
"Qingyun, do you want to live forever?" Soon, Pang Tong's hysterical roar was heard between heaven and earth.
"You are worthy of me forever?" With a cold hum, Qingyun Laozu turned his hand and covered the heaven and earth with one hand, and suddenly pressed on Pang Tong.
Kill!
Pang Tong, who was furious, stormed Xutian against the sky and split the palm print of Qingyun ancestor with a knife.
The war suddenly opened, and the roar rocked the sky and earth.
Because there was so much movement, all the monks in the ancient city came out to see the opera, and there was a lot of them.However, what they don't know is that Pang Tong is not Pang Tong at all, and the ancestor of Qingyun is not the ancestor of Qingyun at all.
So, who are they? It's needless to say that ye Chen is the slut. Pang Tong is the embodiment of his Tao, and the ancestor of Qingyun is his father. This bloody battle of chasing and killing is a big play directed by him.
His purpose is very simple, that is to stir up the contradiction between Zhengyang and Qingyun and divert their attention.
Boom! Bang! Boom!
The war was still going on, and the momentum was especially great, which brought more people.
The ancestor of Qingyun sect is chasing the master of Zhengyang sect!
The news here, as if with wings, soon spread throughout the southern Chu, which is exactly what ye Chen wanted.
Asshole!
In the main hall of zhengyangzong, more than a dozen figures have been connected to fly out, each killing plane to the sky.
As early as last night, they received a report that Qingyun Zong and the officials had calculated their two palace armies, so that the two palace armies have not been heard of until now. Now they know that Pang Tong has been hunted down again. That's good.
"Such a cheap thing, only Ye Chen that cunt can do it." Hengyuezong hall, huge Haiyu center of gravity, long stroking beard.
"It's obvious that he's stirring up discord like this." On one side, daoxuan immortal pondered, "Zhengyang sect won't believe it all."
"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not." Zhong Jiang said with a smile, "the gratitude and resentment of the three schools have a long history. Even if there is no quarrel between them, Zhengyang and Qingyun will fight again sooner or later. To say the least, even if Zhengyang can see that it is to sow dissension, they will make mistakes, which is a good reason to send troops."
"This will not lead the fire of war to Hengyue clan!" Hengyu real man stroked his beard and said.
"Are you sure the man used my looks?" In the main hall of Qingyun sect, the elder father of Qingyun looks down at an elder.
"Absolutely true."
"Who's playing tricks in the dark." Qingyun Laozu coldly hummed, "it's obvious to sow discord."
"80% is hengyuezong, which is very much like Yin Zhiping's style."
"It's hard to say." Gongsun Zhi pondered, "Yin Zhiping has been captured by Ye Chen. Now he has to say whether he has been rescued or not."
"It's easy to see who is making trouble." With a cold voice, Qingyun Laozu walked out of the hall, like a divine rainbow, rowing toward one side.