Zhou Chenggang of Lingdao Sect.

Elder Jindan, the inner sect of Lingdao Sect, has powerful fighting power and is above the clouds at this time.

After hearing what the Taoist said, Zhou Chenggang snorted coldly and shouted: "Zhou has practiced practice for five hundred years and killed countless people. How could he remember such a trivial matter?"

do not remember.

Little things.

Just like the Confucian scholar's wife, it's a small matter, right?

On Jiangxin Island, the sect elites all lowered their heads.

On the bank of the river, some people looked up and stared at the sky, while others turned their heads.

Sure enough, in the eyes of big sects and big monks, the lives of ordinary practitioners are not much more valuable than ants...

The one standing on top of the clouds is the man from heaven.

A look of pain flashed across the face of the green-robed Taoist standing on the bank of the river, and then he burst into laughter.

"Okay, it's a small matter, it's indeed a small matter..."

"Why don't I, Jiang Qi, treat this matter as a trivial matter and keep telling myself, don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it..."

"If you want to live a good life, don't think about it."

"You can't afford to offend Lingdao Sect. If you offend, you won't be able to survive."

The Qingpao Taoist's face was full of desolation. He turned around and looked around, then raised his head: "If this matter is brought up today, I, Jiang Qi, may not be able to survive, right?"

"Han Banxian said that cultivation is for oneself, and he also said that cultivation is for oneself to have the strength to draw a sword when encountering evil things."

"Han Banxian, tell me, if you let me, Jiang Qi, understand clearly, how can you let me see Zhou Chenggang die in front of me?"

Seeing Zhou Chenggang die and disappear?

Lingdao Sect's golden elixir is undergoing an overhaul. Who can make him die in Xijiang?

Who can answer this question?

If Han Muye opens his mouth, will he confront Lingdao Sect?

Between heaven and earth, there is silence again.

A series of spiritual thoughts and a series of gazes were directed at the figure sitting on the bluestone.

There is no spiritual energy permeating the air, no sword energy rising into the sky.

The figure sitting on the bluestone looks like a mortal.

Han Muye raised his head, with a calm expression on his face.

He looked toward the river bank and said calmly: "Ask me a question, and you need to pay a spiritual stone."

Pay the spirit stone and answer!

Han Muye wants to answer!

Above the clouds, the ancestor of the Mu family frowned and looked at Tuoba Cheng: "Fellow Taoba Tuoba, this matter..."

Others on the cloud head also turned to look at Tuoba Cheng.

The only one who can stop Han Muye at this time is probably Tuoba Cheng, right?

In front of Lingdao Sect, there was a faint flash of spiritual light in the eyes of Master Wanhua.

Tuoba Cheng looked at Han Muye below, his expression unchanged at all: "I also want to hear what this kid has to say."

Want to hear...

On the cloud head, the corners of many people's mouths twitched.

Is there anyone who deceives his own sect disciples like this?

As long as Han Muye opens his mouth, he may not be able to end it today!

On the bank of the river, Jiang Qi laughed.

"The Han Exiled Immortal is the Han Exiled Immortal after all."

"Today, Jiang Qi's life and death will be cleared up. I just hope that Han Banxian can tell me the answer in the future."

After saying that, Jiang Qi flew up.

"Practice is not about living like yourself!"

"Zhou Chenggang, Jiang Qi came to ask for a good time today!"

In mid-air, Jiang Qi's figure flew slower and slower.

In the forbidden air formation, who can rush from the river bank to the cloud head?

At this moment, Jiang Qi took action. The challenge was not Zhou Chenggang, but Lingdao Sect, the rules set by Lingdao Sect, Lingdao Sect and the countless golden elixirs in the clouds!

A mere earthly enlightened god wants to challenge most of the powerful men in Western Xinjiang!

Jiang Qi's spiritual energy was burning.

He gritted his teeth, the energy and blood in his body seemed to be ignited, and he seemed to be using all his strength just to reach the top of the clouds.

But against the odds, Jiang Qi's figure gradually stabilized.

He can never make it.

"Laws of Zhongzhou."

"Rules of Western Xinjiang."

"It's so similar."

At this moment, Han Muye's voice sounded.

He slowly stood up and stared at the distant sky.

"You have to watch that Confucian scholar cut off his fingers, cut off his tongue and dig out his eyes, and you will be shocked in your heart."

"You will only feel resentful if you have to sit back and watch Jiang Qi fall in front of you."

"Haha, where are your swords?"

"Practice like this will be useless for thousands of years."

As soon as the words fell, Han Muye flew up!

Fly and hit the sky!

"Jiang Qi, ask me how I can make Zhou Chenggang die in front of you."

"This question is free."

Under Han Muye's feet, there was a patch of white feathers.

His hand touched the hilt of the sword.

"Zhou Chenggang, come down and die!"

Come down and die!

The sound shook hundreds of miles!

"Canglang"

Sword, unsheath!

This is the answer!

So what if you draw a sword for an unrelated person?

When practicing swordsmanship, when you have the sword in your hand, it all depends on how happy your heart is.

How can we run freely without drawing this sword today?

On Jiangxin Island, everyone looked up.

Watching Han Muye draw his sword and reach into the sky.

Among tens of thousands of people, you are the only one who draws his sword and reaches the sky!

Above the clouds, there are countless golden elixirs. If one person draws his sword, he will die without regrets!

At this moment, what everyone saw was a real swordsman.

Immortal, be free!

"Hmph, arrogant."

Master Wanhua shouted coldly, raised his hand and pointed.

"Buzz"

This finger, like a pillar of heaven, fell from the sky and hit Han Muye's head.

Endless pressure brings powerful winds!
To be continued...