Chapter 33 Ling Qingyan was abandoned

After introducing Ling Qingyan, Lian Jun took the elders one after another.

Ling Qingyan was left here by Lian Jun. In his words: Junior brother, you and everyone are young people, and they have a lot of language and talk more. We are old and we can't do it if we go out for a few steps. We have to go back and rest soon.

Ling Qingyan disdains, do you really think he is a novice? Will a purple-level warrior be tired? It’s really a joke to tell it!

As soon as Lian Jun and others left, the restraints of the disciples of the Tianjian Sect around Xingtai, which had been in front of the sect leader Lian Jun and many elders, completely disappeared, and they all regained their freedom and freedom, and rushed up to surround Ling Qingyan who was sitting on the stairs of Xingtai.

And Wen Yi's body was kicked hard by someone and kicked it into a corner of Xingtai. It seemed that someone felt it was annoying afterwards, so he stepped forward and kicked him off Xingtai. After Xingtai, it was the cliff!

If Wen Yi's body is kicked down like this, the corpse will definitely be gone and even the scum will not be found!

But who cares?

At this time, Wen Tianhe, who was at the back peak of Tianjian Peak, thought that it was in hindrance to his face. Although his senior brother and others would not have a grand funeral for their grandson, they would always be able to give him a rough burial, right? But the development of things is often unpredictable. Today, Lian Jun and others came here almost forcibly. Looking at the hot gazes of the outer disciples staring at the crowd, they were really afraid that a group of people would come up to ask for martial arts...

In this way, they left Ling Qingyan with righteousness. To put it nicely, they were similar to young people and could further communicate their feelings.

As for Wen Yi, they had already forgotten it, let alone someone to bury his body. If the former elder Wen Tianhe knew about his grandson's corpse, he would definitely be so angry that he vomited blood, even three liters would not be too much.

………

"Brother, let me get a drink after you go back and let me get closer to Uncle Master..."

"Drink? Go! There are not many opportunities like this. If you can learn a few tricks from this young uncle…"

"Yes, Uncle Master is a green-level warrior at such a young age. No matter how talented his talents are, it is unlikely! In my guess, Uncle Master must have his own set of cultivation methods..."

"Brother, I am an inner disciple. Thank you!"

"Inner disciple? Didn't you see it just now? The sect leader just now bowed to our outer disciples. Are you under such treatment?"

"This, this..."

Around Ling Qingyan, the noise was one after another.

Ling Qingyan looked at the scene in front of him and was shocked. If he wanted to put it in his previous life, any news reporter could introduce it to the camera. "This noisy scene is the special session of the youngest disciple of the Tianjian Sect, "Ling Qingyan". The atmosphere on the scene is so intense. This "Ling Qingyan" definitely has the strength to win the next little king... Who is the one who reports the above."

When Ling Qingyan imagined such a scene, he felt creepy all over his body.

"Everyone is quiet."

The sound was mixed with a strong true power. Ling Qingyan couldn't stand the noise around him. He had never liked such a noisy environment.

call!

The disciples of the Tianjian Sect were originally blushing over the position of standing. At this time, when the main leader Ling Qingyan spoke, they all came to a rule. For a moment, the whole Xingtai seemed a little calm.

"Everyone," Ling Qingyan moved his bandaged right hand slightly, and stood up with his left hand with his Nether Sword, looking around, and smiled: "Actually, I am the same as everyone else, both have one head, two arms and two legs, nothing special. Everyone shouldn't do this..."

As soon as Ling Qingyan finished speaking, the disciples of the Tianjian Sect around him laughed. They never expected that the young man who killed Wen Yi and even dared to compete with the former elder of the precepts was so humorous.

At this time, Meng Haomei, who was in another corner of Xingtai, slammed her mouth and said to Hou Jin next to her: "Die monkey, I didn't expect that our junior uncle is quite humorous!"

"snort!"

Hearing Meng Xiang's words, Hou Jin snorted coolly. Just now, after he found that Ling Qingyan's right hand would not be in any condition for the time being, he retreated when the crowd surrounded him. The eyes of the disciples of the Tianjian Sect were all on Ling Qingyan, so naturally no one noticed his departure.

………

"Okay, there are so many people, I can't answer your questions one by one," Ling Qingyan looked around, then looked up at the sky and said, "It's almost noon. Everyone should be a little hungry like me. I will just order a few people to answer their questions."

Hungry?

Although warriors also need to eat grains, the higher the level of warriors, the less food they need. Even purple-level warriors can not eat for one or two months! And for example, the supreme warriors like Guan Zhong, the former sect leader of the Tianjian Sect, can even avoid eating at all, because they have already reached the legendary "fasting" realm. Even if they eat and drink occasionally, they are just greedy for the little bit of mouth.

And if a green-level warrior like Ling Qingyan doesn’t have any effect or any feeling if he doesn’t eat three or four meals.

But the disciples of the Tianjian Sect around him really thought Ling Qingyan was hungry. After all, Ling Qingyan had previously fought with the former elder Wen Tianhe. For a moment, everyone nodded to Ling Qingyan's words.

Seeing this, Ling Qingyan smiled first, then pointed to a young man about twenty-five years old on the left and said, "You ask first."

Seeing Ling Qingyan pointing at him, the young man's face turned red. Although his real age was five or six years older than Ling Qingyan, he, an outer disciple, could not be compared with the best among inner disciples like Ling Qingyan.

The young man looked at Ling Qingyan restrainedly and asked, "Uncle Master, what material is your black long sword made of? It can actually break the "Qingshuang Sword" of Elder Jiedu. As far as I know, the Qingshuang Sword is one of the several magical weapons of our Tianjian Sect..."

For a moment, everyone present stared at the Nether Sword staring at the ground in Ling Qingyan's left hand. Yes, the black long sword of this uncle of the junior master actually broke the divine weapon "Qingshuang" of the elder of the precepts, and it seemed that there was no trace left on the black long sword.

What material is this magic weapon? It is so sharp.

At this time, even Hou Jin outside was listening with his ears on his ears, and obviously he wanted to know the answer to this question.

Hearing the young man's question, Ling Qingyan raised the sword in his hand and smiled: "This sword is my most respected elder brother for me! As for the material of this sword, even my elder brother doesn't know what it is, but it is certain that it is absolutely rare and precious. As for the magic weapon "Qingshuang" that can cut off Wen Tianhe, I was unexpected. After all, I had the determination to fight to the death at that time... This sword is called "Nether".

After saying that, Ling Qingyan gently stroked the sword body of the Nether Sword in his hand, and felt emotional. If it weren't for the Nether Sword today, he might have been in a different place now. Therefore, Ling Qingyan's words were not adulterated at all.

Although the disciples of the Tianjian Sect didn't know who the eldest brother Ling Qingyan said was, they all knew that the one who could cast such a magic weapon must be the magic craftsman. At the same time, their eyes were also tightly wrapped around the black sword.

"The name of this magic weapon is appropriate to its own...'Nether'."
Chapter completed!