Chapter 31: The Break of Green Frost

Holding Xingtai, the disciples of the Tianjian Sect gathered their eyes, and Ling Qingyan was about to die under the sword of the elder Wen Tianhe!

"Die! Die!"

Wen Tianhe's expression seemed crazy and a little confused. His eyes were staring at Ling Qingyan, who was full of fear in his eyes. The purple sword light that emerged from the purple sword light in his hand also blew towards Ling Qingyan's neck.

At this moment, in Wen Tianhe's surprised eyes, a decisive stroked across Ling Qingyan's handsome cheeks, and his eyes suddenly opened, and it was obvious that he had made some decision.

Damn it! I'm working hard!

call!

On the Netherworld Sword covered by light green true power, the blood evil spirit suddenly surged. Ling Qingyan directly raised the Netherworld Sword and met the physical purple sword light from Wen Tianhe. Ling Qingyan could only pray in his heart that his Netherworld Sword would not be cut off by the purple sword light of the elder's precepts.

If it is cut off, you will die!

It seemed like a second passed, and another century passed.

"bite!"

The deafening and crisp sound suddenly rang through the entire Tianjian Sect's headquarters, which was a panic and thunder and anger! The many Tianjian Sect disciples around Xingtai felt a stinging pain in their ears, and then they became deaf for several seconds before slowly recovering again.

The scene on Xingtai made many disciples of the Tianjian Sect stunned and surprised them. The eyes of everyone were all flashing incredible!

Wen Tianhe was stunned. His back, which was already a little lonely, became even more lonely. His face seemed to have become old in an instant, and his eyes were flashing with incredible stares at the broken sword in his hand...

Qingshuang, broken!

The Green Frost Sword, which is known as invincible and cuts iron like mud, is broken!

"Bang!"

In front of everyone, Wen Tianhe ignored Ling Qingyan and turned around and knelt down suddenly towards the top of the Tianjian Peak that stood like a long sword.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!…

As if he was self-harm, Wen Tianhe kowtowed his head to the ground, again and again, there was no sign of stopping. And there was also a surging blood flowing out from Wen Tianhe's forehead...

Ling Qingyan blew into the cracked right hand tiger mouth, then stretched out his left hand and picked up the Nether Sword that had not been caught firmly due to the impact, and walked to the side to sit down. But his nerves were tense, and he was always on guard against threats that might come from the side at any time.

Hou Jin, who was in the crowd, also walked up at this time, tore open the sleeves and helped Ling Qingyan bandage his right hand palm. It was not that he didn't dare to go up before, but it was useless to go up. Once he went up, it would probably make the elder of the precepts crazy and directly cast the latter of the nine styles of the Heavenly Sword.

Previously, the elder of the precepts really wanted to use the last few moves of the nine Heavenly Sword poses. Ling Qingyan not only couldn't dodge, but also had no time to take the sword to resist. Among the nine Heavenly Sword poses, the speed was faster as the sword moves came to the back! Ling Qingyan had just barely had time to return to the sword to resist. If he had the sword pose behind, he might have died on the spot at this time.

"What is your sword..."

Hou Jin looked at Ling Qingyan's left hand in surprise. Even though he fought fiercely with Qingshuang, he had no trace of his mark. He was about to ask for advice. However, the continuous "bang bang" sounded immediately made him look at Wen Tianhe, the elder of the precepts in the distance.

"What's wrong with him?!"

Ling Qingyan moved his right hand slightly, and then the corner of his mouth twitched, obviously extremely painful. Looking at the elder Wen Tianhe who kept kowtowing in the distance, he was also a question. After the elder Wen Tianhe broke the sword in his hand, his condition was very wrong. Ling Qingyan could have noticed that the elder Wen Tianhe broke the sword in his hand, and he never looked at him again.

It seemed as if the death of a grandson was as broken as the Qingshuang sword!

"That 'Qingshuang' was left by his master, alas..."

A slightly old voice sounded beside Ling Qingyan. Ling Qingyan looked up and saw that six or seven old men were heading to Xingtai, led by Lian Jun, the leader of the Tianjian Sect. Ling Qingyan's heart moved and knew the identities of these old men. He must be a generation of disciples of the same generation as the leader Lian Jun in the Sword Sect today.

At this time, the sect leader Lian Jun and other talents arrived late!

"You are Junior Brother Ling?"

Suddenly, a rough voice sounded from the mouth of a strong old man behind Lian Jun. Then the strong old man stepped forward in three or two steps and came to Ling Qingyan. He sat on the steps of Xingtai like Ling Qingyan, with a smile on his face full of beards.

Ling Qingyan was stunned, and then he felt more and more fond of this strong old man. Such a person who is careless and acts freely is what Ling Qingyan admires the most.

"Are you?" Ling Qingyan looked at the old man and asked with a smile.

"In the future, just call me Senior Brother Niu," said the strong old man blinking his pair of big eyes.

After a while, Ling Qingyan and the brawny old man chatted like a friend who had not seen each other for a long time. They laughed from time to time, which made Hou Jin next to him stunned.

Uncle Niu knew that he was very frigid and extremely easy to get angry. He usually had no good looks for a young man like Ling Qingyan, and he always had the idea of ​​practicing with his own hands. Back then, Hou Jin had been trained hard by Uncle Niu for half a month. Thinking of those unbearable days, Hou Jin was still not cold yet.

At this time, Lian Jun and the other five old men had already arrived around Wen Tianhe who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowed.

"Junior Brother Tianhe, you..."

"Junior Brother Wen, Jie Ai, Master Yun will not blame you..."

"I'm so embarrassed to be so sad and even urinate.

Lian Jun and another old man's words made the elder Wen Tianhe unresponsive. But as soon as the last sentence was finished, Wen Tianhe suddenly stopped and did not knock on it anymore, as if the last sentence was extremely effective.

"See?"

The strong old man beside Ling Qingyan looked at the stunned Ling Qingyan, pointed at the old man who said the last sentence, and grinned, "That's my senior brother! It's also my brother! Dear brother! You're amazing, we were brought out by a master!"

"Uh," Ling Qingyan heard this, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he said in his mouth: "Awesome, awesome!"

Looking at Ling Qingyan's face that suppressed his smile, Hou Jin's face suddenly became strange, then turned his head and a smirk appeared on his cold cheeks.

………

He was extremely quiet on Xingtai, and even the carefree Senior Brother Niu next to Ling Qingyan did not speak.

Suddenly, the body of the sect leader Lian Jun trembled slightly, then he looked at Wen Tianhe and said, "Junior Brother Tianhe, my master said that I can help you recast 'Qingshuang'!"

"real?!"

Hearing Lian Jun's words, Wen Tianhe suddenly stood up, rushed to Lian Jun and grabbed Lian Jun's arm, with a mixture of blood and tears mixed on his face, and said hurriedly: "Senior Brother, is this true? Uncle Guan really said it's OK?"

"Well," Lian Jun was also full of joy at this time and said, "The master said it's OK, but..."

"But what?!"

Wen Tianhe was anxious. As long as Qingshuang could recover from his original state, he would be willing to do whatever he wanted him to do, and he would pay any price!

"Master said," Lian Jun smiled bitterly, "Master said, as long as you don't cause trouble for Junior Qingyan in the future. Also, remove your position as elder of the precepts and go to the Houfeng Cave of Tianjian Peak to face the wall for twenty years!"

Swish!

Hearing this, Wen Tianhe's face suddenly changed, and then his face trembled slightly, as if he was enduring something rapidly. But for a moment, Wen Tianhe's face stopped trembling, but he seemed to have grown much older, and the wrinkles on his forehead were clearly visible, as if he had figured it out.

Wen Tianhe looked at Lian Jun with a determined expression and said, "Okay! I can do all of these, as long as Qingshuang can recover... However, senior brother, I can stop caring about my grandson's death. After all, I have spoiled him over the years. However, if I don't ask Junior Brother Ling, it doesn't mean that the people of my Wen family don't ask him for trouble! Xiao Yi, after all, is the only male in my Wen family's generation!"
Chapter completed!