My Master is Super Strong But Too Steady

Yun Qingying's clothes were fluttering, and the lotus steps moved gently to the side of Ye Chen and his party. There was some kind of heavenly mystery circulating on his body, and he reminded: "When you return to Xuantian Holy Land from Taicang Shencheng, the road may be a little unsettled. Be careful!"

"I know." Ye Chen responded calmly.

Tingfeng Tower is an intelligence force that has been passed down for many years. It is older than some holy places, and its heritage is unfathomable.

They have no contact with Tingfenglou, and I don't know why the young master of Tingfenglou took the initiative to remind them.

Ye Chen had long guessed that there might be some twists and turns in this trip back, and he didn't feel much about Yun Qingying's reminder.

"It seems that you have already prepared, but I have to say more. I have no other intentions, I just want to form a good relationship with you. If you have any information needs in the future, you can find me in the Tingfeng Tower of any city of gods. , the price is absolutely favorable." Yun Qingying smiled, no longer lingering, and floated down the mountain.

Ye Chen smiled noncommittally, and led the three disciples down the mountain.

Liu Xinghe and the others looked at each other with a solemn expression.

Looking at the backs of Ye Chen and the three of them disappearing on Hualong Tianlu, Jiang Chuxue had a cold temperament and frowned slightly, and said, "I think it makes sense to hear what Young Master Fenglou Yun said. Ye Shishu and the others may be in danger on the way back!"

"Uncle Ye won't let us follow, even if we want to help, it's useless!" Fang Yunzhao of Husha Peak snorted coldly.

Liu Xinghe took a deep look at him and said lightly, "Maybe Master Ye had expected this long ago, so he deliberately pushed us away. Moreover, with the strength of Master Ye and the others, even if there is a powerful shot We may not be able to stop them, where do we need our help? Instead, we should be worried!"

Since he was just taught by Ye Chen secretly, and seeing the true strength of Zi Menghan and Li Qingzhou, Liu Xinghe realized that Ye Chen is not as simple as it seems.

Chen Xi's body was surrounded by fire, and his face was full of puzzled words: "We? What should we worry about? It is the Qingyunfeng lineage who is in conflict with Wanjian Saint Son. What does it have to do with us?"

"Who knows how crazy the saint child is? In short, it's always right to be careful! Let's go too!" Liu Xinghe warned and prepared to leave.

When Ye Chen and his party came to the foot of the Meteorite Mountain, there was already a sea of ​​people around the Meteorite Mountain, and everyone was talking about something.

"The Son of Wanjian hosted a banquet on the top of the Meteorite Mountain. As the host, he was the first to go down the mountain, and his face was so bad. Who knows what happened to the Meteorite Mountain this time?"

"Isn't Lin Yuqing of the Holy Land of Wanjian going to fight Li Qingzhou in a life-and-death battle on the top of the Meteorite Mountain? Lin Yuqing came with the Son of Wanjian. When the Son of Wanjian left just now, Lin Yuqing was missing from his followers. The figure is probably dead in Li Qingzhou's hands."

"Oh, Li Qingzhou beheaded his followers in front of the Holy Son Wanjian, no wonder his face is so ugly!"

"Wan Jiansheng just watched?"

"Hey, the Holy Son of Wanjian really made a move, but he was blocked by Li Qingzhou's senior sister, and the Holy Son of Wanjian failed to gain the upper hand! Li Qingzhou's senior sister turned out to be the nine princesses of the Ziwei Dynasty!"

"I have a friend who has a close relationship with the core disciple of a certain great sect. It is said that Tuoba Feng of Excalibur Sect asserts that Li Qingzhou is Chen Beixuan who killed the last descendant of Excalibur Sect!"

"What? Li Qingzhou is Chen Beixuan?"

"Not only that, I heard that Li Qingzhou has obtained the inheritance of Sword Demon Dugu Qiuqiu!"

"Hey! It's really enviable!"

"That's Li Qingzhou!"

...

The people at the foot of the Meteorite Mountain found Li Qingzhou and his group, and they all gathered around here, wanting to get acquainted with them.

Ye Chen wrapped the crowd with divine power, and displayed the supernatural powers that were so far away.

He disappeared from here in an instant and rushed out of Taicang God City.

The young monk Fakong touched his shiny bald head and shouted, "Master, are we in a hurry to go back to the mountain now? We have just suppressed the popularity of the Holy Son of Wanjian. If we stay in Taicang God City for a long time, we will be in a blue sky. Feng Yimai will soon become famous in the East Wilderness!"

"Snapped!"

Li Qingzhou slapped the bald head of the young monk Fakong with a slap, and said with a bad expression: "Three fat men, didn't I tell you the rules of Qingyun Peak before going up the mountain? Forgot it so soon?"

"Second Senior Brother, you hit me again!" The young monk Fakong hummed angrily.

Ye Chen said lightly, "Life is more important than fame."

"Master is referring to the Son of Ten Thousand Swords, right? It's not that easy for him to keep us, right?" Little monk Fakong was a little dissatisfied.

Li Qingzhou pouted and said, "It's not easy to leave us, but it's easy to leave you."

The rhythm of Zi Menghan's body circulated like a snow lotus on an iceberg, explaining: "The longer you stay here, the more people will pay attention, and there will be endless troubles in the future. The attention of others is minimized."

The speed of Ye Chen and his party was very fast, and they were tens of thousands of miles away in a short time.

Just when they were passing through an unnamed mountain range, Ye Chen suddenly stopped, looked at the rolling mountains below, and whispered, "Here it is."

"brush!"

A gray figure rose into the sky from the forest below, blocking the front of Ye Chen and his party.

It was a gray-robed old man with a sinister face, exuding monstrous murderous intent, his eyes fell on Li Qingzhou, and he said in a clear tone: "Chen Beixuan, someone paid a high price to buy your life, others can get out!"

[Name: Kurong Sword Emperor]

[Origin: Guardian of the Son of Ten Thousand Swords]

[Cultivation: Peak of the Great Power Realm]

...

The information of the gray-robed old man appeared in Ye Chen's mind. This person is not a clone, but a real super-powerhouse at the peak of the power realm, who is at the same level as the Holy Master Xuantian!

The guardians of the Holy Son are all strong at the peak of the power realm, and the background of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords is indeed deep enough.

The Son of Wanjian was cautious, he didn't show his face, he just let his protector come forward, and he deliberately called Li Qingzhou Chen Beixuan, to make them mistakenly think that he was someone from Divine Sword Sect.

The Son of Wanjian did not want to provoke the Emperor Ziwei Dynasty, and he had only one purpose, that is, the supreme kendo bone on Li Qingzhou!

Ye Chen looked directly at the Sword Emperor Ku Rong, and said with a smile that was not a smile: "Wanjian Saint Son is still playing such a clumsy trick? It's just that he doesn't dare to show his face, and he wants to deliberately blame the Sword Sect?"

"I don't know any holy son of Wanjian. Since you don't get out, let's stay together!"

The Sword Emperor Kurong responded indifferently, raised his hand and pressed down, the mountains below bloomed with splendid brilliance, and a mysterious force circulated, blocking the void for hundreds of miles, turning it into a cage of heaven and earth.