In the Liulishan Hall, a whole stone wall was smashed to pieces.

The guests were full of pale faces.

Someone rubbed his eyes and confirmed that he was not mistaken or had hallucinations.

I was slapped just now, but Mr. Han Yue...

The three disasters and four disasters were particularly ugly. The slap on Han Yue's face was equivalent to slapping himself in the face. Han Yue was their master. There has always been a truth in Liuli Mountain, that is, the master was humiliated and died... If it weren't for the ghost cultivation techniques that caused the ghost cultivation in the palace to be closely connected with each other, and the "master" who was beaten immediately suppressed these seven "slaves" above the realm of the fate star with divine thoughts, I'm afraid that at this moment, someone would have rushed up to "death" unbearable.

Taohua thought of the ancient middle-aged sword cultivator she met in Rakshasa City. She just threw an umbrella tool and burned the skin of her husband's favorite "scholar". The husband told himself that in the Tiandu Imperial City, he had to fight ten thousand to be careful, so he swallowed the bitter fruit of making mistakes and understood this truth.

She has the eyesight.

Compared to the illusory middle-aged sword cultivator's phantom in Rakshasa City, the old man in white robe who was only a short distance in front of him can be confirmed to be a real powerful person in the Nirvana realm.

What is the origin of the old man with the sword next to the young man surnamed Ning... If he really wants to take action with such cultivation, even if he can flatten Liuli Mountain, it will be no problem.

The white-shirt scholar leaned against the stone wall and slowly slid to the ground. He supported the jade tiles on the ground of the Glazed Hall with both hands, shaking and standing up again.

Han Yue's cheek was covered in blood. He still had a smile on his face, shook his blood-stained white sleeves, insisted on finishing the etiquette of bowing halfway, and said respectfully:

"What Mr. Ye said is that I really don't deserve the title of the number one person in the East."

When the scholar in white shirt said this, he gently wiped the corners of his lips with his sleeve. His movements were gentle, but he wiped away the blood that had overflowed the corners of his lips, but he did not use ghost cultivation techniques to restore the half of his broken face.

For Han Yue, the injury was small and the face was great.

Seeing this, the ancestor of Xihai frowned and looked at the scholar in white shirt standing in front of him and bowing. Just from the face, his smile was not hypocritical at this moment, but rather handsome, and there was no sign of resentment.

He had not left the West Sea for a long time. After nearly a hundred years, he finally returned to the Great Sui Dynasty.

The powerful person in Nirvana is like an unknown existence living in the mist of clouds and mists for practitioners below this realm. This "Mr. Ganlu" who has risen in recent years is beyond his expectations. He guessed his origin at a glance and respectfully called himself "Mr. Ye".

Don't hit people with a smile.

In fact, the old man in the white robe had probably thought about the scene after he slapped him. The "No. 1 person in the East" was so humiliated that the situation would basically develop into an uncontrollable situation... After all, even if he is a great practitioner with a good temper, he will be furious if someone comes to the door for no reason. The clay Bodhisattva also has three points of anger, let alone a cruel ghost cultivator who is tyrannical and cruel by nature?

However, he never expected it.

This scholar in white-shirted clothes, named Han Yue, was able to put his posture so low.

His second slap was a little too late to slap him out.

"What kind of silence is it?" After the scholar in white shirt bowed, he glanced at His Highness's guests with expressionless expression, slowly stretched out one hand to press down. The dark ghost cultivator in the hall sat back on his original position.

Three disasters and four disasters lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.

In the midst of dead silence.

Han Yue said softly: "Mr. Ye left the West Sea and visited Liuli Mountain in the East. The hilltop was full of glory. As the mountain master, it was natural to fulfill the friendship of the landlord... I wonder what the old man wanted to come here?"

West Sea...

West Sea?

The pupils contracted for three disasters and four tribulations. I thought of the ancestor of the West Sea who had lived for five hundred years. If there was a person who could not afford to offend the East Realm in the Great Sui practice world, they would not believe it, but the ancestor of the West Sea... they really couldn't afford to offend the!

That ancestor came here to help Ning Yi settle the old accounts?

Several ghost cultivators at the realm of fate stardom suddenly burst out when they thought of the word Xihai, especially the children and strong men who had taken action to chase Ning Yi in the desert. Their backs were soaked and their expressions were pale, as if they were sitting on pins and needles. They wanted to get up but could not move. They were worried, for fear that the unreasonable ancestor of the West Sea would be unsatisfied and stabbed with a sword, following the cause and effect, and they would not even give a chance to resurrect a glaze cup.

What is the resurrection of the Glazed Glazhang in front of that ancestor?

With the cultivation of the ancestor of the West Sea, with one sword, the entire glass cup would be broken.

There was silence in the hall.

The old man said calmly: "It's not what I want, but what he wants."

Old Jianxian Ye patted the shoulder of the boy in black beside him and shouted calmly: "Ning Yi."

Ning Yi pursed his lips, took a deep breath, looked at the old man, and said, "Sir..."

The old sword immortal nodded and signaled.

Ning Yi took two steps forward.

All eyes of the entire hall gathered on the young man who was pushed out by the old sword immortal in white robe.

Black robe, oil paper umbrella, and a pretty face.

Everyone knows what this push means.

For that one

Han Yue called out sir.

Ning Yi also called out sir.

The meaning of these two sentences is completely different.

......

.........

Ning Yi calmly stared at this white-shirt scholar who was much higher than him in his cultivation level and only needed a finger to take his life.

The scholar in white shirt is slightly higher than Ning Yi.

On the night when it was raining heavily, Ganlu had wanted to exchange the essence and blood of the sword Taoist zodiac signs with her in the inn. Now it seems that if she agreed, everything would be gone and she had become one of the walking corpses in the Liuli Mountain Hall...

On the Red Mountain Plateau, Han Yue wanted to take over himself, but all kinds of coincidences could barely escape the disaster.

Afterwards, the Eastern Realm used the "talisman" to cover up the qi with the art of suppressing evil, and after he left Tiandu Imperial City, he chased Baili.

Killing intent is linked one after another.

It has to be said that it is a miracle that Ning Yi was able to survive until now under the murderous intent of the East Realm.

The hall is in silence.

Ning Yi spoke from the heart, saying carefully every word.

"Nanlu, I want your life."

The whole house was in an uproar.

The scholar in white shirt had no expression on his face and stretched out his hand again. This time, under the palm of his hand, a bloody storm broke out in the entire hall. The bead curtains burst out from outside the hall flew over. Several ghost cultivators who had no time to cover their mouths were directly hit by the bead curtains, and their spirits and bodies were destroyed.

The old man was silent for a moment.

The white robe blew up, and the old man held the hilt of the sword in one hand, and the sword energy penetrated the sheath.

The entire Liuli Mountain Hall, the dome tiles fly across the dome.

The ancestor of Xihai held the scabbard with one hand, pressing the tip of the sword up, and his white robe was washed away by the energy. The entire hall, within a radius of one mile, rose a huge spider web of earth and rocks cracking in an instant.

"What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!