Fantasy: The Strongest Sect in the Universe

"Holy Son, why are you so angry? This Qingfeng Sect is just a small and unpopular sect. It will be destroyed." M..

Princess Yuhua said charmingly.

"No matter what force is behind the Qingfeng Sect, this Holy Son will be destroyed."

The Son said confidently.

While the Holy Son was laughing and playing with Princess Yuhua, the old man had already entered the second floor and walked into the Qingfeng Sect's room.

"You are so brave, you even dare to kill the Holy Son's people."

The old man carefully looked at the three people, Zhu Gu and Guo, and found that these three people were not simple.

His expression suddenly became serious.

"Hmph! Holy Son? What will happen to the person who killed him?"

Cao Zhengchun said contemptuously.

The high priest didn't say a word. Although he was in a higher realm than Cao Zhengchun, he was not necessarily comparable in terms of strength. In addition, Cao Zhengchun was still a close confidant of the sect master and was not comparable to him, so he kept a low profile.

The other one named Zhu Wuwu was even more terrifying. He had just appeared in the sect recently. He actually practiced a strange technique that could drain the warrior's true energy. This technique was too terrifying.

He didn't dare to mess with this guy named Zhu Wuli, so there was no place for him to talk here.

"You are really looking for death! Let me teach you a lesson!"

Seeing the other party belittle the Holy Son in this way, the old man was so angry that he immediately gave a low drink.

As the words fell, he rushed towards Cao Zhengchun instantly like an arrow from a string.

"Hey, you are at the ninth level of the Grandmaster Realm, let us come and learn from you."

Cao Zhengchun sneered, then immediately slapped a palm with his right hand and struck hard.

Cao Zhengchun's palm looks ordinary, but this palm carries terrifying power.

The old man only felt a powerful force coming towards him, but he did not retreat or dodge, but directly hit him head-on.

He was very confident in his own strength and believed that he could easily defeat Cao Zhengchun, so he took the lead in attacking Cao Zhengchun.

Boom!

The two of them violently exchanged palms, making a loud noise. Their bodies flew out at the same time, leaving an afterimage in the air.

If the fight continued like this, the entire inn might be broken. The two people rose into the sky and faced each other in mid-air.

The old man was secretly surprised that the other party had not yet reached the ninth level of the Grandmaster realm, but he was able to compete with him.

He is not an ordinary ninth-level master. He has a variety of resource supplies in Shenyue Palace. He has cultivated all the way to the current state. It can be said that he can be a rampant existence in the entire Northern Territory.

Otherwise, he would not become the protector of the Holy Son.

However, now that his first shot was a draw with a warrior at the eighth level of the Grandmaster Realm, this made him secretly surprised.

"Haha, the people of Shenyue Palace are just like that. Use whatever means you have."

Cao Zhengchun sneered and said mockingly.

As soon as the two people appeared in mid-air, they immediately attracted the attention of the melon-eating crowd.

"Look, that's Elder Cao from the Qingfeng Sect. I saw him when I came here."

"Yes, it is indeed him. His name is Cao Zhengchun. I heard he is a high-level grandmaster. He may participate in the ring competition this time."

"It is indeed the Qingfeng Sect, and only the Qingfeng Sect can be so tough."

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The old man also heard everyone's discussion and sneered: "So you are from the Qingfeng Sect. Haha, the little Qingfeng Sect really doesn't know how high the sky is and how high it is. Even if the King of Qin wants to kneel down to welcome my holy son, you Qingfeng Sect are really looking for death!" Where is Qin Ye, let him get out!"

At this moment, a tyrannical pressure enveloped him. The old man's face changed slightly and he was about to retreat, but it was too late. The pressure was too strong and he could not move, so he could only use his strength to resist.

"Who is it? Shenyue Palace is doing something, why don't you retreat quickly!"

The old man hoped to use the name of Shenyue Palace to scare the other party away.

"The left sentence is Shenyue Palace, the right sentence is Shenyue Palace. Do you really think that everyone is afraid of you, Shenyue Palace?"

Zhu Wuli's voice sounded in the air.

The old man was sweating profusely, and the pressure was getting stronger and stronger. He was about to lose his support. At this moment, the pressure disappeared, and the other party's voice came again: "I will give you a small punishment today. If Next time, I will kill you!"

The old man regained his freedom, his expression changed, and he felt a little ashamed when he remembered the Haikou he had just boasted about.

He landed on the ground, raised his hands to the sedan chair and said: "Holy Son, there is a powerful master inside. It is not sure whether it is Qin Ye or someone else."

"I wonder what you call me, senior?"

The voice of the Holy Son came from the sedan chair.

"Holy Son, please come back! This is not Shenyue Palace, and not everyone will sell Shenyue Palace's reputation."

"Hmph! Let's go!"

The Holy Son snorted coldly and went to the next inn.

"Look, this so-called Holy Son is scared away. This Qingfeng Sect is actually so powerful."

"The Qingfeng Sect is in Qingzhou. We are going to Qingzhou to join the Qingfeng Sect."

"Hmph! The Qingfeng Sect doesn't know how to restrain itself and has become the target of public criticism. Now it has offended this mysterious Holy Son. I am afraid that the sect is not far away from being destroyed. It is really courting death to join the Qingfeng Sect now!"

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Everyone was very surprised. The Qingfeng Sect was so powerful. Even the Holy Son who was afraid of the Fire Sect, the Qingfeng Sect was able to scare the opponent away.

At the same time, when the leader of the Yanlong Sect learned the news, his expression changed drastically and he immediately went to pay homage to his ancestor.

"Ancestor, the Holy Son of the Moon Palace suddenly came to Qingxia City. I think he also came to watch the competition, but he had a conflict with the Qingfeng Sect in the inn."

The leader reported.

"The Holy Son of the Moon Palace is here. Every time the Holy Son of the Moon Palace comes out, it is not a good thing. It seems that the Moon Palace is afraid of some big moves. By the way, what losses did the Qingfeng Sect suffer?"

The ancestor of the Yanlong Sect said.

"The Qingfeng Sect did not suffer any losses, but the Holy Son lost more than a dozen followers. In the end, the Holy Son took the initiative to give in, and the matter ended."

"Ancestor, the death of some followers is nothing, but this is a slap in the face of the Holy Son in public. I think the Holy Son will not be able to swallow this breath. I am worried that the Moon Palace will make a big move and use this as an excuse to enter the Northern Region."

The leader said worriedly.

"Shenyue Palace will not go to war with Qingfeng Sect."

The tone of the Yanlongmen ancestor suddenly became solemn, and he sighed: "The old guys in Shenyue Palace are all very cunning. They will not really send people to Daqin for the so-called face of a saint. What I am most worried about is that they sent the saint this time for that ghost thing."

"Ancestor, are you talking about the suppressed ghost thing under the Daqin Palace?" asked the sect leader.

"Those old guys have been paying attention to that ghost thing for a long time. I am afraid that they will be pecked instead of eating rice. Once the ghost thing runs out, Daqin may become a ghost domain."

The Yanlongmen ancestor said worriedly.

"Ancestor, what is that ghost thing? Why is it so scary?"

The sect leader asked curiously. Although he knew that a very scary ghost thing was suppressed under the Daqin Palace, he didn't know what this ghost thing was.