At the same time, in the Temple of Heaven, an old man with his eyes closed, his eyes suddenly opened and a worried look suddenly seeped out. This person was one of the elders of Xifeng, and his soul mystery!

"What a powerful cultivation power!"

Just from this sound, Hun Xuanji was secretly amazed at the person who made the sound. As soon as his body changed, he rushed out of the room and galloped towards the place where the sound came out.

At this time, Xi Xuan was still guiding some monks to learn magic. At this moment, when the sound echoed, he stopped in one go, and was shocked and turned into a long rainbow to gallop.

In the purple bamboo forest, Liu Zhongling's fingers shook and the strings broke open with a sound of the clang.

"How could such a strong man appear in Xifeng? Could it be that Xifeng is in trouble?"

When guessing, Liu Zhongling waved his sleeves indifferently and turned into a purple rainbow.

"Who is so arrogant and dares to yell like this in Xifeng!"

On a piece of spiritual energy in the Temple of Heaven Sect, Jian Antian's eyes suddenly opened. After a rage from his heart, a golden long sword suddenly appeared in his palm as his five fingers squirmed. The long sword made a thunderous sound, gathering the fusion of his magic and cultivation power.

In an instant, countless rainbows appeared above the entire West Peak, tearing through the sky, like a meteor shower, falling on the back mountain.

The first person to arrive here was Hun Xuanji. He had a little anger on his face, but when he saw that the other party was You Shichan, he couldn't help but be stunned and immediately showed a flattery.

Even when the arrogant sword Antian fell in the air, when he saw You Shichan and the monks behind him, the pride in his eyes disappeared instantly.

But in the end, some people who don’t know the highest status of the world have not yet found the other party’s identity, then waved the sword in their hands and roared.

"In our Xifeng, you dare to disturb our cultivation. Do you want to live?"

This roaring man was a certain transformed monk from Xifeng. As his words fell, he was about to approach You Shichan's body.

I saw You Shichan’s expression on one side, and his eyes showed cruelty, and his cultivation power was still unmoved.

With a bang, the body of the transformed monk suddenly burst. When the blood mist dissipated, the monks around him couldn't help but take a breath.

They knew better than anyone else that the dead cultivator had the power of cultivation in the form of transformation. A person at the form of transformation was killed by the other party's eyes. How terrible the power of cultivation was!

"Nanming Fairy... May I ask where our Xifeng has offended you."

Hun Xuanji smiled and spoke.

"In this back mountain, someone killed me from Nanming. This person's cultivation should be around the ninth level of gathering energy." You Shichan said coldly.

Hun Xuanji knew that the only person with the power of cultivation in the back mountain was Mo Yiming, but his cultivation power was at the seventh level of Qi gathering, and it was impossible for him to gather the ninth level of Qi. However, in order to make such a big move in Nanming City, this Nanming City mobilized a lot of troops for a person with the ninth level of Qi gathering, which made Hun Xuanji a little unpredictable.

"For a person who gathers energy, I asked the Fairy Nanming to take action personally. This is too..." Before Hun Xuanji finished speaking, he heard You Shichan continue to say: "Huang Fan is one of the key figures in my Nanming business. He is dead. Who will pick up this loss?"

Hun Xuanji looked at Yichen, as if he wanted Yichen to express his attitude, but after seeing Yichen's nervous expression at this moment, he smiled and looked at You Shichan, saying, "Can Fairy Nanming sell me a thin face? Let's give up this matter."

You Shichan is not as charming as in the black market at all. At this moment, she looks like a demon god. After snorting coldly, she suddenly waves her sleeves, and the powerful cultivation power burst out, knocking Hun Xuanji's body directly out.

"Who are you?"

This scene made the monks around him take a breath again. They knew that Soul Mystery was a mid-stage powerhouse in the transformation of God. But in front of this woman in red, she had no power to resist. This person's cultivation level reached that level of terrible level!

"It seems that if you don't kill someone, you won't hand over this person."

You Shichan snorted coldly, and his eyes immediately looked like a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man immediately felt an invisible force of cultivation squeezing his whole body. After making a loud noise, his body exploded with a bang.

Yichen said in panic: "I said that there is no one in the ninth level of gathering energy in the back mountain, why do you still have a big killing?"

You Shichan seemed to ignore Yichen's words, and his palm slowly stretched out. In the palm of his palm, a bright red rose rose like the scorching sun. As her clothes fluttered, the red light shot out, the bright red rose in her hand suddenly flew out of the sky, turning into a huge rose, covering half of the sky. When she rotated in the sky, there was a burst of pressure coming to her face, which made every cultivator who felt changed one by one!

"The last time I asked you, you will not hand over this person."

Although You Shichan’s voice is very dull, it makes people feel a chilling and cold feeling. This feeling makes the monks around him feel restless in fear!

"Sect Master, please hand over this person quickly!"

Some monks retreated, their eyes showed horror, and unprecedented horror, which made them smell a strong breath of death from this pressure!

"Whoever does it, you have to stand up if you have the courage to do it. Do you want the entire Xifeng people to be buried with you!"

One of the monks roared and roared, his fear had reached its peak, but his eyes were covered with bloodshot and anger.

"Does it mean to sacrifice the lives of countless cultivators in order to shelter one person? Yichen, you are not worthy of being our sect leader!"

At this moment, among the monks, these people had forgotten their identities in front of death, and even more so why did the man named Huang Fan appear in the back mountain!

At this moment, in the fear of death, they did not have the passion to fight. Instead, they had the cowardly look of betraying their fellow disciples without distinguishing between right and wrong for their own lives!

"If you want to fight, you will get so much nonsense."

Under the red fluctuation, Wuheng snorted coldly, swung his palm, and the huge palm print appeared out of thin air. The magic from his Mount Tai pressed the top of the top contained his cultivation power. When the red fluctuation hit, it made another shocking explosion.

"I know there is someone in the back mountain."

At this moment, suddenly, among the monks, a man in white came out. After looking at Yi Chen, he clasped his fists and bowed, and continued, "It's the new disciple, Mo Yiming."

This man's face was extremely pale, as if he had practiced a certain strange magic, which made him go astray.

This person is Xiao Kehan!

When he heard the three words Mo Yiming, Yichen's body was stunned for a moment, and his nervousness made him feel a little silenced for a moment.

There were still Wuhu, and he couldn't help but look at each other, thinking that Xiao Kehan ​​would have seen Mo Yiming killing several men in black that day.

Although Lei Xiao, Zhang Xiaopang and others did not see Mo Yiming killing the men in black with their own eyes, they had previously speculated that Mo Yiming had the only ability in the back mountain.

Even though Zhang Xiaopang, Zuimeiyan, and Xie Wuchang usually like to play, and their cultivation is not as true as others, there is one thing that they are definitely better than these noble monks, that is the inner friendship!
Chapter completed!