A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

The three-tailed demon fox Chi Yuan's beautiful eyes flashed and she transmitted the message without leaving any trace.

"Brother Mo Yu..."

"Sister Chiyuan, don't worry."

Mo Yu was filled with joy and immediately snorted coldly: "Qiyu Sect is too arrogant. We have come all the way to help, but Qiyu Jianzi refused to even meet him. I think he is worthy of being the great sect of the Yue Kingdom. We should report it to the lord of the country. It’s better to go back to the demon country on your own.”

"Brother Mo Yu, calm down!"

The expressions of Li Qingyun and the surrounding Seven Feather Sect foundation-building monks changed, they were frightened, and they apologized again and again.

Since the demon country monks came, the number of casualties in the sect's foundation building has suddenly decreased a lot, and they never want to go back to the past days.

There is a lot of resentment in my heart.

Both of them are building foundations, and they are fighting life and death outside, while the other building foundations are sitting peacefully in the sect, enjoying all kinds of offerings in the sect, how can they not be unwilling?

That’s all.

He doesn't even know how to sit still, but he still comes out to cause trouble and offend his hard-earned allies!

"My junior uncle may not like us juniors, so please calm down Princess Chiyuan."

A foundation-building monk used the strange yin and yang aura.

"Elders, naturally you can sit at home with nothing to do, waiting for me and other younger generations to show their respect..."

Another Qiyu Sect Ji Zhu sneered and wanted to say something else, but was pulled by a friend next to him. His expression changed slightly and his words stopped.

But he remembered the scene when Zhou Lingwu died in full view of everyone a few years ago.

"What a bullshit elder!"

Mo Yu sneered and glared at Li Qingyun fiercely, full of anger: "My father is the Peacock King. Now I just want to invite you Qiyu Swordsmen to have a sip of wine and make friends. Your Qiyu Sect can just tell you. Do not care?!"

"this……"

Li Qingyun had no choice but to send a summons to Jin Lingshan.

I felt a little uneasy, and since I couldn't do anything, I told the master, but there was really nothing I could do.

That person, when he was with him in the mortal world of Yue Kingdom, was always elusive and never saw anyone. It was hard to say whether he was in Jinling Mountain or not.

What's even worse is that one bad move resulted in the seemingly vicious General Mo Yu being beaten to death.

That would be terrible. The sect would probably be surrounded by the Demon Kingdom and the Blood Slaughter Hall, and would definitely die.

Surprisingly, a reply came quickly.

"Invite friends from the Demon Country to come over."

The tone is polite.

For some reason, Li Qingyun felt a chill in his heart. He hesitated, gritted his teeth and said, "Senior Sister Chiyuan, why don't we just wait. The fifty pairs of boys and girls with spiritual roots you mentioned last time..."

The three-tailed fox Chi Yuan was a little moved, but still smiled and said: "Is it possible that your sect Qiyu Jianzi feels that being associated with people from the Demon Kingdom like us has degraded his status?"

"How dare you do this?"

Mo Yu's pupils stood up and he said coldly.

"The Seven Feathers Sect and the Demon Country are sincere brothers to each other, how dare you do this?"

Li Qingyun sighed in his heart, with a smile on his face: "My uncle has already swept the bed to wait for me, but I am worried that my uncle has not seen the guests for a long time and is not good at speaking. I am afraid that he will not treat the guests well for a while, and the distinguished guests will learn from it."

At this moment, he personally led everyone to fly up the mountain.

Mountain rocks, spiritual trees, spiritual flowers and spiritual grasses are planted all over the mountain and down the mountain, the scenery is pleasant, and more importantly, the rich metallic aura in the air makes many sect foundation builders who come here for the first time look enviously.

"A mere second-order spiritual vein."

The Black Feather Demon General was a little disdainful and had much less expectations for the so-called Seven Feather Swordsmen. He had grown up with the Peacock King in the third-level spiritual veins since he was a child, and he really looked down upon the second-level spiritual veins.

After a while.

When everyone arrived at the top of the mountain, a handsome young man in green clothes was already waiting on the mountain. Twelve maids were busy setting up the tea table in the mountain.

"Everyone, take a seat. The presence of distinguished guests from the Demon Kingdom really makes Jinling Mountain shine."

Jiang Ding took a look at the strong human resentment on Chi Yuan, Mo Yu and many demon generals with animal heads and bodies, and said very enthusiastically: "The house is simple and simple, only tea, please don't be offended."

"I've seen Qiyu Jianzi."

Princess Red Yuan was so brilliant that her eyes seemed to be glued to him.

Everyone took their seats according to their status and glanced at the tea seat.

As expected, it was very simple, without any modesty, only a cup of tea and not even a plate of snacks, which made the demon generals with animal heads and human bodies frown.

"What bullshit."

After tasting it for a while, I threw it away, making a pinging sound and shattering on the ground, with a very casual and unrestrained attitude.

"Uncle Junior, calm down."

Li Qingyun shook his tea cup and quickly sent a message: "These monsters and bandits will be settled with them after they destroy the Blood Slaughter Hall. Now let's tolerate them for a while."

"Dear guests from the Demon Kingdom, please don't blame me."

Many Seven Feather Sect Foundation Builders panicked and quickly took out food and wine from their storage bags and put them on the table. They laughed a lot and encouraged each other to drink, which finally calmed down the anger of the demon generals.

"well."

Seeing this, Jiang Ding sighed in his heart.

I don't mean to look down on them, just drink a cup of tea.

These foundation-building monks are not born to be cheap. They are really afraid of being beaten by the Blood Slaughter Hall. They are afraid that others will go away and they will have to face the terrible battlefield alone.

He said a few words about the three-tailed fox red kite, and then it was revealed.

Li Qingyun, a veteran of many foundations, soon became harmonious, with the sound of punches, the sound of drinking, and endless laughter, making it very lively.

Chi Yuan's eyes turned and glanced at General Mo Yu.

"He is in the middle stage of foundation building."

General Mo Yu realized that his spiritual thoughts reached the ears of a subordinate of the leopard-headed demon general. He was in the late stage of foundation building, which was quite the level. He gave a few instructions.

"Pooh!"

After a while, the leopard-headed demon slapped the table, smashing it into powder. He suddenly stood up and stared at the young man in green with his green eyes: "What kind of bullshit tea are you talking about? It's not interesting. Why don't you play with me?" How about Ichiban?"

"Brother Leopard, come, have a drink..."

Zhu Ji's expression changed slightly, he showed a flattering smile, and stepped forward to persuade him to drink.

"Who do you think you are? Get out!"

The leopard-headed demon general spat and grabbed him by the collar. A force far exceeding that of a human monk came and smashed him into the dirt in the distance, causing blood to vomit from his mouth.

There was silence.

Now, no one dared to come forward to persuade him to drink.

"A pretty girl with tender skin and tender flesh."

The leopard-headed demon general had enough hooks and said with a ferocious smile: "Do you dare to come over and challenge your uncle Leopard? If you don't dare, you will be called Seven-feathered Sword Dog from now on."

Jiang Ding gave him a strange look.

"This monster dares to insult my sect?"

Li Qingyun looked at Chi Yuan and Mo Yu, and his tone was no longer so warm, but a little cold: "You two, our sect still has two ancestors of the Golden Pill. Even the Blood Slaughter Hall is blocked by us. This is not someone you can bully at will."

"Brother Li is serious."

General Mo Yu sneered, and suppressed him with the momentum of his peak foundation building: "Our demon country is a martial artist. In this kind of banquet, gambling is nothing ordinary. Occasionally seeing blood is not that big a deal. Losing your head is no bigger than the mouth of a bowl. Scar is not like a sissy like you humans.”

"Yi Xi, you said it was bullying, let's pass it."

"game?"

"Brother Mo Yu is right."

Li Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief and stopped insisting.

"your name?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"Catch my three moves and tell Uncle Bao his name."

The big leopard-headed demon stretched out his legs, strong wind appeared around him, and his body suddenly disappeared with a sound.

When he reappeared, he was already more than ten steps away from Jiang Ding. His claws were azure and sharp, cutting through gold and jade. He swung out three wind blades that were several feet in size. He then pounced on him, his body like the flowing wind.

Many of the Seven Feather Sect's foundation builders looked stern.

This single move is enough to cut off the heads of many foundation-building monks on the battlefield.

"If you don't have a name, forget it."

Jiang Ding shook his head and flicked his finger at random. A light blue sword energy flew out from his fingers and cut off three wind blades. Not only did the speed not slow down, but it became faster.

The leopard-headed demon felt a chill in his heart, and the beast instinct honed over hundreds of years alerted him wildly. He screamed in fear and fled frantically towards his companions.

"Spare my life..."

call out!

The light blue sword energy fell on the leopard-headed demon general, slicing open his green claws without any change in speed, cutting off his arms, and then pierced his head.

boom!

A lifeless body fell to the ground.

"Show mercy!"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, smiled, and looked at Mo Yu and Chi Yuan, who were furious and about to stand up. The cold sword intent suppressed them, making the two of them stiffen and look frightened.

"Is that what you two are going to say?"