Qin Xun, what is he doing!
   It was also Song Lan’s heartfelt voice. He was steady on the flying sword, but suddenly he felt a sharp edge, and he said “I’m sorry, Junior Brother Song” insincerely.
   The sword was very sharp, and when the sword was swung, it was full of solid killing intent, which made Song Lan’s hands and feet feel cold.
   In order to avoid it, Song Lan staggered unsteadily and fell from the flying sword.
   Only then did he realize what had happened to him, and he shouted, “Senior Brother Qin, you hurt me!”
   As we all know, there is an abyss under the fog. When a monk is promoted to practice qi, his body has already left the scope of a mortal body and has become very powerful. But there is no cushion for this fall, and he will definitely fall to pieces, no matter how well the medical disciple of Cangwu Hall of Guiyuan Zong recovers, he cannot avoid this catastrophe.
   For the first time, Song Lan felt how helpless and desperate he was in the fog. His fellow disciples couldn’t see him, and his body kept falling. The sound of breaking through the air was extremely clear, and he couldn’t restrain a scream from his throat.
   “Flying sword! Flying sword!” His sword has not yet conceived a sword spirit, once it is out of a certain distance range, he will lose control.
   Song Lan felt desperate, and wanted to recall the spells he had learned in his life, but he couldn’t remember a single word of those exquisite formulas at critical moments, and there was also a storage bag. He tried desperately to recall what he had, but his mind went blank. Can’t even remember.
   Only the image of how he would fall into a bloody mess has been lingering in his mind.
   On the other side, Zang Jianfeng was also going crazy.
   “Junior Song fell down!”
   After receiving the message from the Jade Slip, the disciples of Cangwu Hall immediately dispatched.
   Cangwu Hall is the hall where the medical disciples of Guiyuan Zong live. It is a very magical place. The medical disciples in the hall are superb in craftsmanship and omnipotent. They can heal the wounds of every monk.
   But it was also the first time for them to encounter such a situation as Song Lan. All the disciples looked dignified, and said one after another: “It’s okay to crash the body, but if the head falls to the ground, I’m afraid there will be no way to recover.”
   “Junior Brother Qin is too cruel, this is 10,000 meters high!” Every medical practitioner prepared for the worst.
   Elder Cheng and his old friend were also taken aback. The two cultivators had no time to accuse the disciple of being obsessed with ghosts, and he was born with a demonic obstacle for harming his fellow disciples.
   With a thought of a Mahayana monk, it turns into a ray of light, which can reach thousands of miles away in an instant.
   However, the cultivator of Huashen couldn’t do it, and the Misty Mountain was shrouded in white mist for ten miles, so it was impossible to determine the exact location of whereabouts. One step later, a disciple’s life would fall.
   Disciple Song Lan…a young sword cultivator disciple with great perseverance, is doomed to be more dangerous than good…
   They couldn’t bear to close their eyes.
   Ye Qing’s little boy also stared wide-eyed, he didn’t know if it was a live broadcast accident or a competition accident…
   He really didn’t expect that someone would commit a crime under the camera.
   Xiao Zai Zai’s heart was beating wildly, this scene was a little too exciting.
   Seeing that Ye Qing’s face was pale, his eyes couldn’t move, and his mouth was slightly open for a long time, unable to close.
   Tang Xi’s heart trembled, thinking that the child was frightened, and quickly wanted to cover the other’s eyes, for fear that the next second the pine blue bloody look would frighten his cubs.
   He also muttered in his mouth, his lips trembling: “Qingqing, don’t look at it.”
   He, a Golden Core cultivator, has never fallen from the future, and he has seen all kinds of bloody scenes, the fall of the fairy gate, broken bodies and limbs everywhere. But the child did not. The other party lived under everyone’s noses from birth, happily jumping around, and the bloodiest scene he had seen when he was three years old was probably the butcher of Yunzhou City chopping up meat and killing pigs.
   What if seeing Song Lan’s tragic situation leaves a psychological shadow on the children?
   Tang Xi is purely eager to protect the cubs.
   Unexpectedly, Qingqing pushed his palm away, saying that she was not afraid, the child patted her thumping chest, and comforted her in an old-fashioned way: “Brother Tang Xi, don’t be afraid, Senior Brother Songlan will be fine. , I have taken precautions.”
   Tang Xi: “?”
   On the other hand, Song Lan, in everyone’s imagination, would either not survive, or be smashed into rotten flesh. He also sentenced himself to death, and the picture played in his mind like a horse watching a lantern. At this moment, he suddenly remembered Ye Qing’s baby-sounding words during the warm-up period before the game.
   “Brothers Cangjianfeng, put this thing on, if you accidentally encounter an accident, open it at a critical moment—”
   At that time, all the sword repair disciples smiled, proud and strong in their hearts, what accidents could they encounter? If a sword cultivator can’t control his sword, or falls off the sword, that’s a sign of their incompetence.
   But they still put them on one by one, who made Junior Brother Ye Qing the host.
   They also understand that the younger brother is a mortal body and has just learned how to draw qi into the body. They don’t understand the difference between a mortal body and a monk’s body.
   Anyway, this thing is light and soft, and it doesn’t take up much space.
   “Open it when it’s critical—”
   open something! ?
   In panic and desperation, Song Lan finally recalled this incident. Like a helpless person, he found a light in the darkness and grabbed a life-saving straw. He fumbled desperately on his clothes. A protruding button was touched.
   Without thinking about it, he pressed it.
   It may not be of any use, but doing a little bit of something is better than doing nothing at all.
   At this moment, there was a loud “bang” in the sky, and a soft white cloud appeared in the sky, and his rapid falling speed stopped instantly.
   Song Lan’s eyes were dull.
   It was the first time for a cultivator to experience what a “parachute” is, and Song Lan found that her dangerous falling speed had stopped.
   He looked up and saw a huge soft barrier above his head. This barrier undulated with the wind. Several thin and thick threads were tied from the soft barrier all the way to his chest, bringing him infinite sense of security.
   Song Lan’s mind was in a trance. This Yunwu Mountain was the highest mountain in Guiyuanzong. When he didn’t open his parachute, he fell halfway down the mountain in a few seconds and almost lost his life.
   But when he opened the parachute.
   It took him a whole stick of incense from his descent to his smooth landing.
   There is a vast amount of knowledge stored in the monk’s sea of consciousness. This incense stick is enough for him to recall hundreds of spells he has learned.
   But in the end, Song Lan didn’t use a single spell, and let the parachute help him land slowly. When the young sword repairer’s feet landed on the ground in the direction of the mud, his knees softened slightly, and he almost knelt on the ground , a clear idea emerged.
   ——He really survived, it feels so good to be alive!
   ——The little junior brother is his savior! ! !
   The boy was so moved that he wept bitterly.
   “Junior Brother Songlan!”
   Just at this time, the fellow disciples also accurately found him, and rushed over excitedly one by one.
   Surviving a catastrophe must bring blessings, Song Lan didn’t care to be grateful to the heavens, to the junior brother, to the messy things. He came back to his senses, restrained all his emotions, and immediately complained excitedly: “Qin, it was Brother Qin Xun who pushed me! He knocked me off the flying sword!”
   He was so emotional that he was almost spitting and shaking his hands and feet.
   Suddenly recalling something, Song Lan hesitated and said: “I know, Brother Qin has a very good reputation in the sect, you may not believe it, but what I said is true…”
   Song Lan thought that she had no proof, and she might have to say a few more words to convince everyone of what happened to him. Unexpectedly, almost as soon as he opened his mouth, his fellow disciples would rush up and hold his hand, comforting him, “We believe it!”
   It’s playing on the big screen!
   Songlan: “Huh???”
   He didn’t know about the magic weapon made by the photo stone, and seeing his fellow disciples believe it so quickly, he himself was still in a daze.
   Elder Cheng stroked his beard and snorted coldly, his eyes were sharp and hale: “Song Lan, don’t be afraid, this old man will definitely make decisions for you. The Jindan disciples in the punishment hall listened to the order and imposed seventy-two punishments— —â€
   Elder Cheng has an upright temperament and cannot tolerate a grain of sand in his eyes.
   He is very fortunate now that he did not accept Qin Xun as his disciple in the first place. This kind of cruel and ruthless seedling who killed his fellow disciples really accepted him, and his innocence will not be guaranteed for the rest of his life.
   The more it was set off, the better his vision was. Although Yu Jinghan was reticent, his character, demeanor and aptitude were all beautiful.
   Yu Feixue hurried over, with tears in her beautiful eyes, she wanted to intercede for Qin Xun.
   “Master! Ah Xun must not have done it on purpose, Fei Xue begs you to let him go and give him a chance!”
   But she came too late.
   In the presence of a large audience, Elder Cheng has already called the punishment hall disciples and listed a long list of horrifying punishments. Yu Feixue listened to it from the beginning to the end, and her eyes turned red all of a sudden.
   The whole Gui Yuanzong knew that she and Qin Xun were a pair of Taoist couples who had made a contract, and the relationship between the two was close.
   Bathed in the equally questioning eyes of everyone, Yu Feixue couldn’t stand the feeling of falling from the clouds. She bit her lip, feeling distressed and embarrassed, but also complaining.
   The competition in the sky was still going on, Qin Xun didn’t know that his feat was seen by thousands of Guiyuanzong disciples, and if he wanted to clear it up, he couldn’t for a while, and he might have to pay a huge price.
   Countless punishment hall disciples stared at the sky with burning eyes, waiting for him to land, and immediately escorted him to the execution ground.
   Soon the Yujian competition reached the most intense and thrilling stage——
   It is the place marked by Ye Qing’s Xiaoling ink pen in the Xuanquan Waterfall. There is a torrent, and the dangerous path is narrow. It can only accommodate a sword to pass through. The monks will not be able to pass through it without a limit jump. What’s more, in the process of walking, you have to accept the splashing and constant washing of the Xuanquan waterfall.
   When everyone saw it, their hearts were turbulent.
   It is an intense test of courage, swordsmanship and mentality.
   Every disciple of Hidden Sword Peak who can reach the final stage is all outstanding. At this final sprint stage, everyone feels that their physical strength is exhausted and it is difficult to continue.
   Such an action may not be possible.
   Qin Xun was also very shocked, and a cold sweat trickled down his spine.
   He was very clear in his heart that he could do such a sword repair, not to mention being a proud son of heaven, but looking at the entire cultivation world, I am afraid that there are only a handful of them. But if it can be done, it is not a joke to stand out and become famous.
   It’s true that Feishuangjian is a magic weapon, but he can trust Feishuangjian with such a thrilling action, but he can’t trust himself. Shock, hesitation, hesitation and other emotions flashed in his eyes one by one.
   Qin Xun’s heart was beating wildly.
   The old man received the jade pendant, and the octogenarian sighed. It’s okay to lose in character, even in courage.
   Some people on the scene retreated, but more sword cultivator disciples chose to advance bravely.
   Xie Shutong is of course the latter, but he never expected that the one who is braver than him is Junior Brother Yu.
   When Xie Shutong touched the other party’s performance in his eyes, he was a little surprised at first, and then deeply shocked, completely speechless…
   I saw the young Jianxiu in a white robe, with thin cheeks, almost blending into the rapids of the waterfall. That pair of calm and indifferent eyes that make people feel lonely, does not seem to be an obstacle. The opponent dives and falls, not afraid of being smashed to pieces, like a sword that kills everything and breaks the dawn and clouds, and completes this difficult move.
   Obviously the sword is not a magic weapon, but in terms of sword intent alone, there will be no such sharp and unprecedented sword intent in the world as Junior Brother Yu.
   From the indifferent eyes of the other party, Xie Shutong seems to have read a sentence-he is a towering mountain, not a stream that wanders in a low valley. He wants to climb to the peak and overlook the valley. All cowards in the world…
   Xie Shutong said that he was convinced that he lost, and after a moment of trance on his face, he smiled open-minded and relieved.
   It doesn’t matter that he is a monk at the golden core stage, once he suppresses his cultivation, and participates in this kind of competition with hundreds of people, in order not to lose to the fellow juniors, and for the sake of the seniors’ face, he will fight every second and try his best.
   In terms of xinxing, he also lacked too much. This little competition held by the junior brother really benefited him a lot.
   The photo stone is very immersive. The disciples of Guiyuanzong appreciated this thrilling level, and many of them failed to jump.
   The big screen swayed according to the field of vision, and the disciples seemed to be playing an immersive VR game, bending down while clutching their chests, and their stomachs were shaking.
   But they couldn’t bear to let go of every wonderful shot, and continued to watch after vomiting.
   With Yu Jinghan’s jump, the audience was completely silent at first, and soon screamed into the sky—Mom, Junior Brother Yu is so handsome!
   The victory and defeat have been divided.
   Yu Jinghan was first, Xie Shutong was second, and Qin Xun was third.
   That’s right, Qin Xun still jumped in the end. He did lack a lot of courage and character, but the bravery of the magic weapon made up for all the imperfections.
   Facing the ice-cold eyes of the young Jianxiu, Qin Xun felt resentful.
   third place!
   Qin Xun was obsessed with this result and was reluctantly satisfied. After all, it was much better than the 16th score, so he tried hard to convince himself to accept it.
   He stood on the Feishuang sword, with a reserved surface, trying to hide the trace of arrogance between his brows. He thought that he was a hero triumphant, and would gain the admiration of countless female nuns of sects, but he didn’t expect that there was only one place of silence.
   Yu Feixue was also there, among the crowd, watching him with tears in her beautiful eyes.
   Seeing this, Qin Xun raised his eyebrows, “What’s going on?”
   He landed with his sword in hand, and was caught by a group of Jin Dan senior brothers who jumped out of nowhere in the next second.
   Qin Xun was taken aback. He was a small foundation-building disciple, but he was naturally no match for a group of Jindan monks: “Brothers of Xingtang, what are you holding me for?”
   He is asking knowingly.
   His mind was quick and his thoughts were spinning, and he quickly guessed the reason. Maybe it was some kind of luck for Song Lan to survive, so he sued the sect.
   The Xingtang disciples were not polite to him, and said in a deep voice: “Junior brother Qin, the fact that you were jealous of the virtuous and capable in Yunwu Mountain and killed your fellow disciples just happened. Did you forget it in a blink of an eye?”
   “It’s just a little Yujian contest, why did you kill Junior Brother Songlan like this?”
   As expected… As expected, Song Lan survived and filed a complaint!
Qin Xun secretly hated himself for being soft-hearted. He didn’t let the other party die at a height of ten thousand meters, so that he left a hidden danger for himself.
   The old man Yupei was a person who had gone through a lot of ups and downs. When the disciples of the punishment hall appeared, he frowned and gave advice to Qin Xun.
   “Now that things have come to an end, you might as well confess your guilt readily and say that you have become a demon.”
   The plan presented by the old man Yupei was that Qin Xun pleaded guilty generously and pushed all the crimes on Yin Miaomiao. That’s right, it’s the female ghost of the Glazed Sect. Since Yin Miaomiao prevented a disaster for Qin Xun who broke into the forbidden area of Linquan Mountain at that time, and the glazed lamp she left behind lasted thousands of years and was full of ghosts, it is better to make another contribution.
   As long as it is found out that the evil spirit invaded, Qin Xun’s act of mutilating his fellow disciples would be cleared up. Putting all the blame on the demonic energy is like proving that you are a gentle scum in the immortal Taoist state.
   Qin Xun clenched his teeth.
   ‘If I admit it, Senior Brother Xie’s Devil Slaying Sword will come towards me! ‘
   Once the Demon Killing Sword is released, who will fight for the front. If he doesn’t die, he will shed a layer of skin.
   What’s more, he is a passionate seed, and later he met the elder sister, but the female ghost of the Liuli sect has always occupied a place in his heart.
   Unless it is a last resort, he will not easily hand over the last relic of the female ghost to ward off evil for himself.
   Qin Xun always felt that all of this should not be like this, just like Yin Miaomiao didn’t deserve to die at the beginning, the other party should stay by his side, be a living and well-lived Xieyuhuawangyoucao, and become one of his few confidante.
   Nor should he, like a disciple who caused a catastrophe, be captured by Gui Yuan Zong Xingtang.
   What’s more, he must not admit to the crime of being jealous of the virtuous and capable, and mutilating his fellow disciples!
   If you recognize it, you will be stained for a lifetime!
   He wants to be a glorious fairy king, and his reputation will spread far and wide in the fairyland and Daozhou in the future!
   Qin Xun quickly rejected the proposal of the old man Yupei, and he chose to kill him without pleading guilty.
   That’s right, how could he admit something without evidence!
   The Misty Mountain was covered with dense rocks and covered by white mist. He even destroyed the evidence. How could there be any evidence? Everything was just the empty words of Junior Brother Songlan.
   Qin Xun had a strong mental quality, gritted his teeth, and said that he was doing well and sitting upright, and that he hadn’t done what he hadn’t done, and he refused to plead guilty.
   As soon as the words came out.
   Hidden Sword Peak was crowded with people, and fell into an awkward silence for an instant. Everyone reacted differently, as if swallowing a fly.
   Qin Xun looked around at the unpredictable reactions of everyone present. He knew he couldn’t lose. Once he showed cowardice, he could easily be defined as a guilty conscience, so he deliberately stuck his neck and said in a sneering tone: “Why, brothers and sisters, I and you You have been brothers and sisters for many years, don’t you believe what I say, junior brother?”
   After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes, filled with grief and indignation, pretending to be completely disappointed with the world and the sect.
   Suddenly, a senior brother cleared his throat, he seemed unable to bear to watch it any longer, and kindly said, “Junior Brother Qin, you should take a look at this…”
   what?
   Qin Xun frowned, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.
   In the world of self-cultivation, there is a kind of stone called “photographing stone”. When people walk on the stone, the shadow will remain for a long time, and it will not fade for thousands of years.
   This kind of stone is black in color, and its appearance is unattractive. After Ye Qing turned him into a video recorder and a live broadcast camera, this kind of stone became the favorite of the Qi Refining Peak disciples.
   Qin Xun didn’t know this yet, he only saw a projected image, which was his cold and cold face. He was in a daze for a moment at first, thinking that the magnification in front of him looked like this——
   The next second, he stopped breathing suddenly, his face full of astonishment.
   because……
   “I’m sorry, Junior Brother Song.” He swooped down with his sword and knocked Song Lan down, the words overflowed from his lips like a sigh, with a cold and heartless face, he looked like a villain.
   Song Lan let out a scream and disappeared without a trace.
   This scene is played repeatedly, which can be called a public execution.
   And the way he burned the handkerchief carefully afterwards, not to mention this as evidence, this is completely a repeat of history, Qin Xun’s face turned pale suddenly, and cold sweat was forced on his forehead.
   When the screen was played for the tenth time, Qin Xun almost fainted and sat down on the ground, without the slightest sophistry.
   It’s a shame.
   He regretted it, why didn’t he listen to what the old man Yupei said.
   Relying on the fact that no one in Yunwu Mountain could identify his true face, he regretted even more why he didn’t just say that he was possessed after doing such a thing.
   Fortunately, it’s not too late…
   Qin Xun pursed his thin lips tightly, trying to keep his head clear, he concealed the light in his eyes, it was time for him to show off his acting skills. He moved his lips a few times, made an expression that seemed to be crying but not crying, half smiling and not smiling, and said in a hoarse voice: “I’m sorry, Brother Song, all this is done by the brother, it’s the brother, I’m obsessed.”
   “I didn’t hit you on purpose, I’m afraid I’m possessed—”
   As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar.
   Qin Xun took out an extremely ominous glazed lamp from his storage bag. Before his own reputation, he forgot all the affection in the past for a moment, and did not hesitate to make trouble.
   If nothing else, success or failure is all about it.
   Just at this moment, a cold male voice came from a distance, saying, “Who is possessed?”
   Everyone was stunned and turned their heads to look.
   I saw a bitter cold wind howling, and a young man with a handsome figure and a cold face appeared here. The sky and the earth are covered in frost, and the person who comes is like a person molded by a ghost of ice and snow. He is incompatible with this place, and there is a breath of returning to the original Mahayana in his body.
   Snow-colored long hair snaking to the ground, white clothes permeated with coldness, this person was astonishingly young, and also breathtakingly handsome, surrounded by a crane, making a clear crane cry.
   It was Ling Xiao Xianjun who appeared!
   Everyone gasped.
   As soon as Shen appeared on the stage one by one, all the elders and disciples solemnly lowered their heads respectfully. The originally noisy Tibetan Sword Peak could be heard instantly.
   He lowered his eyebrows indifferently, and looked at all the disciples. His blue eyes were cold. He first paused for a few seconds from the little boy on the high platform, and then passed by in the next second, stopping precisely on Qin Xun.
   He is such a person, as cold as the moon, and as majestic as the ice and snow of a high mountain. During the Mahayana period, Ling Ran’s coercion made the air freeze into one piece.
   This sudden scene made Ye Qing very confused. The child is a very polite person. He was on the high platform and couldn’t salute, so he climbed down tremblingly, stepping down with his left foot first and then his right foot. People staggered.
   He finally landed on the ground and was about to salute when he heard Xianjun say, “Everyone get up, there is no need to salute.”
   “Huh?” The child stood up again slowly.
   Except for Xianhe, no one knew, Shen Zhu had a flat expression on his face, and he had a panoramic view of this scene.
   Every month in the middle of the month, the little boy comes to Quanshan to sweep the floor, which is to sweep away his feelings. Under Xianjun’s indifferent face, there is a blatant preference and obvious concern.
   “What’s the purpose of Xianjun coming here?” Elder Cheng said in a respectful voice.
   Shen Zhu didn’t answer.
   The air seemed to condense inch by inch, and the most nervous person present was Qin Xun. He just said that he was possessed by a demon, and Immortal Ling Xiao’s gaze fell on him, and that gaze was as sharp as a knife.
   The other party swept lightly, as if his inner thoughts and thoughts had been seen through, and his soul could not move.
   His back felt cold and his whole body trembled, fearing that the lie would be seen through, he buried his face deeply. His ears were so close to his chest that he could almost hear his heart beating.
   “Xianjun, it’s me. I found that after seeing this lamp, people don’t look like people, and ghosts don’t look like ghosts.” He pushed out all his mistakes.
   He knew that he had to do a full set of acting, so he intentionally shattered his own heart where no one could notice.
   The eyeballs were instantly stained red, as if possessed by a demon.
   His hair was flying, his jaw was tense, several veins appeared on his forehead, and a look of patience appeared on his face. From the perspective of everyone, he looks like a monk who has lost his mind, or the kind of monk who is on the verge of berserk and trying to suppress his emotional demons.
   His acting skills are outstanding, and anyone who sees him will be a little suspicious. Qin Xun has really been eroded by the devil’s energy? Elder Cheng was blinded by the illusion for a moment, and Xie Shutong was also in shock while holding the Demon Slaying Sword.
   However, Qin Xun performed for a long time, and the fact that made him feel cold was that Xianjun Ling Xiao looked cold and remained indifferent from the beginning to the end.
   This scene made Qin Xun feel uncertain, and kept roaring: Such a good acting skill is still not enough! The monks in the realm of comprehension are simple and honest, unlike the mortal court where there are many intrigues. If he performs well, coupled with the cover of the remnant soul of the old man with a jade pendant and the treasures of heaven and earth, he can easily escape punishment.
   He is the son of the savior, a mere disciple of Songlan Qi training, is he going to be forced into the quagmire of ruin?
   But in the next second, Qin Xun’s deliberately red eyeballs froze, and his whole body fell into an ice cellar.
   Because Shen Zhu said: “The lamp is a lamp, it is a ghost, you are not possessed.”
   This is almost a final word, no one will doubt what Ling Xiao Xianjun said.
   Qin Xun didn’t want to admit it, he didn’t want to go to the execution hall to suffer seventy-two punishments, and he didn’t want to lose his reputation.
   He opened his mouth to defend himself, but facing the cold eyes of Shang Lingxiao Xianjun, all his sophistry were stagnant.
   The combination of video images and authoritative certification made the good image he had always built collapsed.
   The disciples of Xingtang handled their affairs cleanly, and immediately detained Junior Brother Qin who had made a mistake without the instruction of the master.
   “Thank you Xianjun, otherwise we will be kept in the dark.” Elder Cheng looked respectful, and he would wear nothing but flattery.
   Unexpectedly, Immortal Lingxiao ignored him at all, turned his head and said: “There is one more thing, you Yujian Grand Tournament, passing by my Linquan Mountain…”
   All the disciples of Hidden Sword Peak were stunned. Did they fly over Linquan Mountain? ? ?
   It is not that Linquan Mountain is covered with snow all the year round, the rivers are frozen, birds and animals are extinct, and it is full of the most ruthless frost, wind, snow and rain in nature.
   But what they flew over was a mountain with singing birds and fragrant flowers!
   In a trance, everyone was frightened and sweating coldly, thinking that this action offended the fairy king. After all, hundreds of people were flying with swords. They had a great time, but it was really noisy, and a group of heavenly favored people immediately admitted their mistake. When it comes to the great powers of Lingxiao Xianjun, they are all expected, untouchable, and high above, and the residence they live in is a holy place that no one dares to invade. They must think they are offended.
   Ye Qing was also shocked. He swept the ground for several months, but he didn’t know there was anyone in Linquan Mountain.
   He felt uneasy, and his little hands and feet were very at a loss.
   “I’m sorry Xianjun, it’s all the disciple’s fault.”
   The child spoke softly and fearfully, word by word.
   Fearing that the junior brother would offend the immortal king, everyone in Gui Yuanzong pleaded for him one after another, and the benefits of being popular came out. From Cangjian Peak to Xiaoqing Peak, including Elder Cheng, everyone was speaking for Ye Qing.
   Shen Zhu: “…”
   He didn’t mean to blame at all.
   Only Xianhe knew that Xianjun Lingxiao was really not angry.
   The environment of Linquan Mountain is the reflection of Xianjun’s state of mind. If Xianjun is in a bad mood, Linquan Mountain will be covered with snow and it will be difficult for living things to survive. And when the disciples of Hidden Sword Peak flew over, the mountains were high and the mountains were high, and the lake was dyed green, which already explained everything.
   Lord Shen Zhuxian doesn’t usually like that boy with five spirit roots!
   When Qin Xun heard this, he thought that Lingxiao Xianjun was going to punish people, and his mood of almost going crazy calmed down a bit.
   That’s right! It’s all the fault of this little boy with Wulinggen, who had nothing to do to hold a sword competition, otherwise, how could he be forced out of his inner demons, make a fool of himself, and even leave behind a scene of mutilating his fellow disciples.
   Playing it over and over again, let his face be lingering over and over again. Thinking of this incident, Qin Xun’s eyeballs were red and bloodshot.
   He thought to himself: It would be great if this boy with five spiritual roots was also punished, and his inner demons could be calmed down a little bit.
   “When did I say I was going to punish him? His idea is very good.” Shen Zhudao, his face was cold and high-spirited, but his voice was not a bit cold: “I have sent a jade slip to contact Nineteen Immortals and Daozhou to jointly hold the A big competition in the form of a sword, the quota is limited to all young disciples in the sect.”
   Everyone in Yuanzong: “???”
   Ye Qing: “???”
   Qin Xun was even more suffocated, and the agreed punishment was not there, but he let the other party continue to plan the game. This was all to push this ordinary boy with Wulinggen to the immortal Daozhou in one fell swoop!
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