Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

After the war, the battlefield was cleaned up and the mess was cleaned up at the same time.

At the same time, we must figure out the cause of the incident, and we must not fight a battle and make it unclear.

Feng Qingxiu is now also a senior in Kun-Lai, and has the honor to enter the highest-level discussion scene.

The ritual hall is empty and flat, with a height of two feet high, and the decoration is simple and solemn. There are dozens of sets of cases around it, and the leaders of each peak and each vein are sitting.

The Lord Ange sat in the hall with his legs on his back, stretched out his hand to let Guan Yuli remove the alien qi from the wound on her hand. Feng Qingxiu listened to Mrs. Guan once said that the true qi of a person is like blood, and each is different. The meridians are easily invaded by other zhenqi, which can easily damage the meridians and cause various injuries that are difficult to heal. Qingdifeng has specially studied hundreds of zhenqi for this purpose, and divided them into five elements and eight trigrams, Yin and Yang, mixed elements, and studied separately. There are different ways to pull out...

And the elder Yan who provoked the war was tied to his wrist by a white string and stood in the middle of the hall, looking at the people sitting around him with a high look. He looked like thirty people with a straight face. Majestic, no old-fashioned, especially blood stains on his shirt, but it is a pity that a circle of bruises on his face has ruined his majesty.

A Meng Qing girl next to him was staring at him with a tender gaze, which looked like a bride who was about to marry gazing at her dowry, which was incomparably bound to win.

"...How do I know how Yan Hui suddenly went crazy and rushed into my sword pavilion, and said that I injured his grandson," An Xian waved her hand like a queen, with an expression that I didn't know, "I'm the kind of troublemaker. Human? Who is his grandson? Would I look at someone who can't take my sword? Is there a need for injury?"

Yan Zhao shook his head in disbelief. When it comes to making trouble, the peak masters in Kun-Lai are not An Xian's opponents. She wants to go crazy to fight, but she never asks if there is anything she wants, but she is She was disdainful of panic, so if she said she didn't remember being hurt, then she definitely didn't remember.

"That guy didn't say anything." Yan Zhao glanced at the arrogant man in the middle who thought of himself as a martyr and said nothing. He fell into a groan for a while. Although he fought with Ziyun Dao, Ziyun and Kun Lai There is not yet a large-scale war, so do you want to use some means to make him speak?

"I can definitely let him speak," Yimengqing said faintly, "and I promise to return it to you in its entirety."

"Didn't you just demolish a cultivator Ziyun?" Bai Shuixian looked up at her, feeling that the power of his disciple had begun to surpass her previous wave.

"That's nothing fun anymore," Yimeng Qingnv disapproved, "Occasionally, one can be demolished in Kun-Lai during the transformation period, and it doesn't give me much inspiration."

She had long wanted to carefully study the difference between the strong man and the cultivator of God, but even if it was as strong as Kun-Lai, she was not rich enough to be able to take a man of the same way to her, but her uncle had cooperated with her back then. Once, I didn't know why I didn't want to cooperate anymore.

"Come less! Leave it to you, you must try your best to prevent him from recruiting, so that you can have more time to play!" He knows the temperament of the young girl, and Yan Zhao is still unwilling. Then forge a big feud.

"What is it for fun! It's for the great cause of Kun-Lai!" The young girl walked to Yan Zhao a little bit aggrieved, pulled her arm with her little hand, and said coquettishly, "A little thing, don't think about it so much."

The rare soft voice of the Blue Witch made all the peak masters here shudder one after another, and Yan Zhao couldn't bear it even more: "Well, let go, it's up to you!"

If you hate him, you can hate him. Anyway, An Xian also killed a Ziyun Dao elder in Zhongzhou before, and he had hated him a long time ago.

The young girl was very excited, and Xie didn't say a word. A blue light rolled over, and she had already taken the captive away, making everyone very speechless.

"How many disciples have yet to return?" Yan Zhao turned around and asked the peak masters.

The peak owners reported the number of their peaks one by one.

Fortunately, the form is a bit nervous recently, so there are very few disciples who go to Ziyun Dao City--except for some places with ample spiritual energy in the city, which are the residences of immortals, other places are just ordinary people, and there is nothing to go shopping.

When Feng Qingxiu finally reported the number, it was discovered that the whereabouts of Kun-Lai were twelve disciples, and they were all asking the disciples of Jianfeng. The nine Jindan and three Yuan Ying went to the sword pavilion of Master Anfeng to observe. Jian Yi, something happened suddenly, and An Xian didn't have time to bring those disciples out.

As for the casual repairs that came with the group... Kun-Lai didn't care about it.

"My sword pavilion has a large formation guardian, Qiao Qiao is also there, at that point, it should be hidden," An Xian frowned, "In an hour, he Ziyun Road should have a reply. They dare not hurt. The life of my disciple."

After the war, Ziyun Dao suffered serious losses. At that time, there should be mutual exchange of disciples. Kun-Lai would not be able to kill all the monks caught. Whether to redeem or exchange them, or to send these monks to mine spirit mines. The content of the next game.

"Who is Qiaoqiao?" Yan Zhao asked.

"One of the apprentices I took is quite clever." An Xian curled her lips, "He has been in charge of the Jiange for a hundred years."

"Can you live for a hundred years?" Yan Zhao couldn't help but nodded, "That's a talent."

An Xian's hand holding a sword to manicure suddenly stopped, and chuckled, "Master, do you want to fight me again?"

Yan Zhao's face became cold, and he said angrily: "You hit Bajiao last time, and Jianfeng's affairs are piled up like a mountain. You have to deal with it quickly, otherwise I will stop your salary this year and see how you owe the money! No one will help you pay it back now!"

"Anyway, no one dares to let me pay it back." An Xian disapproved.

"I'll put it directly on their nets. Can you pay it back?" Yan Zhao said indifferently. "I heard that Jianfeng was asked to buy the most expensive trial stone a few days ago, right?"

"..."

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After the discussion, Feng Qingxiu returned to Chaiyunfeng alone.

The people on the peak came and went, and the medical practitioners brought by the young girl were all beaming, talking about buying a few prisoners this time, and discussing where to rent one if they didn’t buy them, and staying there. The Kun-Lai monks who were chasing Yunfeng to heal their wounds closed their mouths, tightened their necks, and tried to minimize their sense of existence.

Feng Qingxiu was about to go back to the room and talk to the master of the paper man, when he saw a crumpled paper man crawling out of his arms.

I actually crumpled Master!

Feng Qingxiu felt very distressed for an instant, she held the paper man in her palm and touched and pressed it to smooth out the wrinkles of the paper man.

The paper man stayed for a moment, froze for a long time by the apprentice, and only returned to normal when the apprentice let go.

The apprentice’s hands are so slippery that...

"Okay!" The paper man patted his apprentice's hand, tried to make his voice a little normal, and said: "There is a picture album in the black snake. Go and bring it to Brother Yang."

"But Master, the black snake is still in the city and has not returned to Feilai Peak." Feng Qingxiu had just counted the heads and was very clear. "It said that a snake has quietly eaten up his mice and wants to find justice."

That stupid snake...

But this little thing is hard to come by, Ji Yun came to recall for a moment, stretched out from the void and found out a picture album: "Give this one to you Brother Yang."