The big minion of the Prime Minister was pulled a few steps away from Chen Qingniu. His whole body was as if he was swallowed by a whale by a small pool. He was instantly dry and unable to move. The man with a tiger back and a bear waist cried and shouted for his parents, and shouted for mercy. He was knocked out by Chen Qingniu's hammering immortal fist and smashed his chest on the spot. He fell down sadly and smashed a burst of dust.

Zhou Ya breathed a sigh of relief. The young man with a dragon and phoenix robe, purple gold crown was in an orthodox style, but his hands and feet were not clean. He was just a martial artist and practiced a kind of spell. This was so good. The Prime Minister's Sect had no worries when he started. He smiled and said: "Brother Dao, I have a lot of courage to kill people in my Dongyin Mountain."

After packing up the cultivator, Chen Qingniu pretended to be frightened and said, "This is Dongyin Mountain, then aren't you the largest sect in Lingzhou?"

Zhou Ya laughed, feeling contented, and was about to take action.

A sword energy came towards him like thunder, and he scolded the man for being a fairy-like and despicable method, but his despicable methods were more familiar and smoother than himself. He was worthy of being a fellow fellow. The sword energy was arrogant. Zhou Ya quickly thought about it and felt that he could not retreat before the battle. He waved his sleeves and raised a fan-shaped mist to try to block the sword energy. Unexpectedly, the sword energy was really domineering, and directly melted the mist and assassinated without any obstacles. Zhou Ya was secretly shocked and dodged sideways. He was pitiful to the two minions standing in a straight line behind him, who were blocked by Master Zhou and could not escape. The sword energy penetrated his body, his soul was broken, and his aura was dead before he fell to the ground.

Chen Qingniu was trapped in the sword, raised his arm, the 32nd sword, the genius sword, the unique skill of the Qinglian Su Jianzi, shooting golden crows, the sword energy was as fast as lightning, and flashed away, and then killed another minion monk of the Prime Minister's Sect. After raising his arms five or six times, only the gritted teeth were left in the air. Chen Qingniu easily killed people like picking up grass, but just looked at the corpse that was sinking into the woods and smashing into the soil. In his mind, Mrs. Fan's words in Liulifang, "The kindness of a woman is not as good as my heart." She smiled bitterly. Chen Qingniu raised her head and looked at Zhou Ya with another face, and seemed to be sincere: "Brother Dao, we are just borrowing a way, and we are anxious to go to an old man in Fengzhou Qingliang Sect, and there is no intention to conflict with the noble sect. If Dao brother is willing to give way, Han Guifang, the Northern Tang Lei Fu Sword Sect, will definitely remember this favor."

Well, the two sects that have grudges against him, Qingliang Sect and Lei Fu Jian Sect, were both splashed with dirty water. As for whether the Prime Minister's Sect believes it or not, it is not considered by Chen Qingniu.

When Zhou Ya heard about Qingliang Sect and Lei Fu Jian Sect, his face changed slightly and could not be hidden. Qingliang Sect's Taoism was mediocre, but he made friends with high-ranking officials and nobles in the Fengzhou Imperial City. He even had a royal Qi training man in the palace. He had a very strong position in the Suzaku Dynasty. He was deeply rooted and had a lot of dragon veins and purple qi, which could not be provoked. As for the Lei Fu Jian Sect, it is famous for being difficult. His sword skills are sharp and his mystery is full of the Northern Tang Dynasty. After a Northern Tang Dynasty master emerged, he occupied the sword fortune of the Northern Tang Dynasty. In recent decades, he has collected a large number of children with top-grade roots and bones to be included in the sect. The Lei Fu Jian Sect has become the best sword sect in the Nanzhan Continent. Zhou Ya walked with his father many times in the Vermilion Bird North Tang, and has seen all kinds of conspiracies and tricks. He was skeptical about Chen Qingniu's words, but hesitated for a moment and was very annoyed.

Chen Qingniu reached the critical point of sword control, turned around, and took the national sword to stand on top of Wang Jiaojiaojiao.

Huang Donglai looked at Zhou Ya and sneered: "I'll give you a ride."

The fingers turned into a sword, and the sword energy was huge, several times that of Chen Qingniu. Zhou Ya was shocked and his liver and gallbladder was split. He found that he could not escape. At the critical moment when the thick sword energy was about to destroy both the shape and spirit of the Zhouya, a golden treasure banner protected Zhouya. The sword energy hit the treasure banner, shaking continuously, and stabbed the hole the size of a fist. The slender scholar behind the treasure banner exclaimed, and was very surprised. The sword energy still had the strength to pierce the treasure banner. The elegant scholar shook the treasure banner and rolled it lightly.

He took Zhou Ya away and moved back three hundred steps in an instant. After standing still, the sharp sword energy that was only weak and three or four points of momentum shot away again. The scholar exclaimed again and silently recited the mantra. The golden treasure banner, which was originally as brilliant as the true tyrannical weapon, blew a stinky yellow smoke, covering the sword energy. One white and one yellow were entangled and fought. Finally, the sword energy was eliminated. The scholar wondered: "This group of reckless cultivators are really disciples of the Northern Tang Lei Fu Sword Sect. The sword energy is domineering, and the younger generation is terrifying."

The scholar put away the yellow smoke from the treasure banner and stood in the air, with his sleeves floating, and there was no such thing as a monk next to the sect. He was clearly a poet who recited poems by Liu Shang. He smiled kindly and said, "Dongyin Mountain is not a good hospitality, but it is the Prime Minister Zong Xu who is not."

Wang Jiao whispered: "Xu Zuodao, Xuanpin Sect."

Chen Qingniu said, "Where is Han Guifang disturbing Guizong, don't blame Xu Gufa."

Xu Zuodao, who looked like a scholar, smiled freely and said: "Young Master Han Yan Chong, the Prime Minister is just the prime minister in the mountains, so how can you compare to the spirit of your father's national masters in the two dynasties? Although Young Master Han is playing swords in Dongyin Mountain, if he hadn't heard of an urgent matter, Xu would have invited the young master to drink two glasses of turbid wine, and show off his axe to discuss swordsmanship with the young master. If he parted today, I don't know when he will see him again, which is a pity."

Chen Qingniu looked like a disgraceful playboy. When he was praised, he was floating and said without any scheming: "Han Guifang will stay in Fengzhou for ten days. Xu Guardian has time to go to Qingliang Sect to find me."

Xu Zuodao nodded slightly.

A dispute seems to be about to subside for a while.

Unexpectedly, Huang Donglai had an accident again. He pointed at Zhouya, who had a gloomy eyes on Xu Zuodao, and sneered: "This guy has to take a sword from me, or cut off his eyes by himself."

Zhou Ya looked embarrassed and looked at Xu Zuodao, who had a high status in the Prime Minister's Sect. This great monk with a deep relationship with the Xuanpin Sect had first-class forbearance. He shook his head slightly at Zhou Ya, looked at Huang Donglai and smiled: "There are so many sword immortals, don't bother with the stubborn younger generations."

Huang Donglai said coldly: "I want to care. What can you do to me, a guy with a sweet-mouthed sword? Do you have the confidence to block another sword for him?"

Xu Zuodao gave in step by step on his own territory, which was an unprecedented behavior. He was repeatedly agitated by Huang Donglai. The Clay Bodhisattva was still angry, not to mention that Xu Zuodao, who had always been vicious, pulled down his face and said in a deep voice: "This sword immortal really wants to be in trouble with the Prime Minister's Sect?"

Huang Donglai smiled sweetly and nodded, "Yes, it's no joke that he said he wanted to tear the Prime Minister's Sect."

Chen Qingniu accepted his fate.

He would rather offend the entire Dongyin Mountain than offend the sword embryo master. He annoyed the eight hundred monks in Dongyin Mountain. At worst, he could not defeat him and let Wang Jiao escape from the sword. He was hated by the master, but he could not even escape.
Chapter completed!