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Ling Xuan also glanced at the burly man with great interest.

This person dared to speak out against Nascent Soul monks, but Yao Yunluo could only show annoyance instead of directly attacking him.

It is enough to see the specialness of the other party.

Either it is a special status, or it is powerful.

Ling Xuan was thoughtful.

Such a character appeared in the Nascent Soul celebration.

Could it be someone from the three sects of Yuzhou?

As if sensing Ling Xuan's gaze, Lu Dongxuan also glanced at him from a distance.

After a brief glance, Lu Dongxuan let out a light snort.

He actually felt the looming threat from the opponent.

Could it be that his physical instinct actually believed that the other party had such an ability?

Lu Dongxuan became more and more surprised.

He found himself at this Nascent Soul celebration and it seemed like he had come at the right time!

"Hey hey, there's a good show to watch."

Lu Dongxuan picked up another jar of good wine and poured it into his mouth.

Yao Yunluo took a deep breath, looked at Ling Xuan, "Zhuzi, do you know who is in front of you?"

Ling Xuan smiled, "I know what you want me to say."

"But I want to tell you that you haven't arrived at the Shang Qingzong, and you are not the elder Nascent Soul of the Shang Qingzong."

"Now you are still just the old master of the Divine Sword Sect."

"Don't take yourself too seriously!"

After saying this, the audience was speechless.

A cultivator at the Core Formation realm dares to say such a thing to a cultivator at the Nascent Soul realm.

Generally, they don't want to live very much.

Yao Yunluo laughed back angrily, "Okay, okay! I've been in seclusion for nearly a hundred years. I never thought that there would be such an arrogant junior like you."

"Disrespect elders! Disrespect seniors!"

"Chaotian, if this kind of person is a monk of my Divine Sword Sect, how should I deal with it?"

Luo Chaotian stood up immediately, "Public beheading!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere of the celebration dropped to freezing point.

Mo Hanshan, Liu Menghu and others looked sad.

Mo Yuheng was even more reluctant to look at Ling Xuan again.

The next moment, Yao Yunluo flicked his fingers lightly, and a wisp of incomparably fierce aura shot away.

With this ray of spiritual power, he turned around with his hands behind his back.

Don't even bother to look any further.

That ray of spiritual power quickly condensed into the shape of a flying sword in midair.

Take Ling Xuan's head straight!

This move was so fast that no Core Formation cultivator had time to react.

Not even a peak cultivator in the Core Formation realm.

All the actions of monks below the Nascent Soul realm, under this move, become snail-like turtle steps.

If there is no accident, among the monks in the audience, only Su Changqing and Lu Dongxuan can take this move.

However, Su Changqing sat high on the table and remained motionless. He didn't have much thought about a dying person.

Since he bumped into Yao Yunluo, he should die.

have nothing to say.

Lu Dongxuan didn't do anything either, but stared at Ling Xuan with a wine bowl in his hand.

It wasn't until the sharp flying sword was about to approach that Nangong Yun barely reacted.

Her pupils narrowed suddenly, and she subconsciously wanted to pull Ling Xuan behind her.

However, she found that Ling Xuan's body was as heavy as a hill at the moment.

Even she couldn't pull it.

"mysterious……"

Nangong Yun opened her beautiful eyes and said a word.

The next moment, the spiritual power in the form of a flying sword struck Ling Xuan's neck.

when!

Immediately, the sound of gold and iron came out!

Two dazzling evergreen trees stand tall.

It was easy to block this move.

After all, this is just a spiritual power randomly popped up by Yao Yunluo.

At most only one-tenth of his spiritual power.

After the blow, the two giant trees still stood majestically, and Ling Xuan was unharmed.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his face was joking.

When Luo Chaotian, Ouyang Cang, Yang Tianxing and others saw this scene, they were extremely astonished at first, and then boundless fear rose in their hearts.

They are not stupid.

Naturally understand what happened.

A Core Formation cultivator, even a peak Core Formation cultivator, would never be able to withstand this blow.

Ling Xuan was able to block it.

Then there is only one answer.

He is also Nascent Soul!

At this moment, Lu Dongxuan's eyes burst into astonishment.

The corners of his mouth reached to the roots of his ears.

really! I guessed it right!

Feeling the change in the atmosphere, Su Changqing frowned and looked around, his complexion changed slightly.

Mo Hanshan, Mo Yuheng, Liu Menghu and others only felt that they had thousands of words to say.

But something stuck in his throat.

It ends up being a meaningless whoosh.

All the monks in the audience, as long as they saw this scene, were dumbfounded and couldn't even say a word.

Yao Yunluo was holding his hands behind his back at this time, with his back to everyone.

When the sound of gold and iron came out, his expression changed instantly, and he turned around immediately.

He saw Ling Xuan who was unharmed, and saw the two evergreen trees standing tall and green behind Ling Xuan!

"You are... Nascent Soul realm cultivator!"

Yao Yunluo opened his eyes wide, unable to believe his eyes.

This sound was like a boulder being smashed into the lake, and immediately set off a huge wave.

"Ling Xuan, is it actually the Nascent Soul realm?"

"The vision in the Qingcang Mountain Range not long ago... the Senior Independent Cultivator who was invited by sects such as Excalibur Sect and Mysterious Azure Gate, is he actually?!"

"My God, how old is he, is Nascent Soul already?"

The monks couldn't hide their astonishment at all.

All kinds of voices came and went.

The huge celebration has become extremely noisy at this moment.

"Xuan'er..."

Nangong Yun grabbed Ling Xuan's hand, unable to believe her eyes and ears.

She wanted Ling Xuan to tell her personally.

"Master, I am the Senior Independent Cultivator who was sought by all the monks in Xuanjiang Mansion, I am Nascent Soul Realm!"

Ling Xuan looked into her eyes and smiled.

Nangong Yun's eye sockets became moist instantly.

"Yao Yunluo, today I want this celebration to be your funeral!"

Ling Xuan strode towards the table, paused every word, his eyes quickly changed from tenderness to sharpness.

Nangong Yun, Wei Xiongtie, Mo Hanshan, Mo Yuheng, Yang Tianxing... His figure was reflected in countless people's eyes.

This young and tall figure was firmly engraved in their minds at this moment!

Yao Yunluo took a deep breath, but laughed loudly, "Good! Good! Good!"

Three good words, the tone became more and more serious, and the anger rose more and more.

"It's just a mere Zhuzi, you actually deceived the old man, and made me search for the Divine Sword Sect for many days!"

"You think you can deal with this old man once you step into the Nascent Soul realm?"

"wishful thinking!"

"What did you just say, to turn this celebration into the old man's funeral?"

"Wrong, this is your funeral!"

"Young and energetic boy, you have no future, and you will die soon after entering the Nascent Soul realm!"

"This old man is here to crush you to ashes and destroy Nascent Soul!"

Yao Yunluo's voice was overbearing and forceful, resounding throughout the entire Excalibur City at this moment.

Instantly.

The dark clouds are heavy, the sun is hidden, the wind is howling, and the thunderstorm is about to come!

A Nascent Soul cultivator, the situation changes in a fit of anger!

"Golden Light Flying Sword!"

Yao Yunluo used his palm as a sword, and suddenly stabbed with the sword.

This sword entangles the golden aura of heaven and earth.

In just a few breaths, it condensed into a flying sword fifty feet tall.

Far beyond the limit that Core Formation monks can condense.

This sword, pressing across the sky, seemed to split the sky and the earth together.

All the monks present were filled with fear and sincerity, as if everyone had become the target of this sword.

"cut!"

Yao Yunluo's gaze was extremely cold, and he cut it down with a sword!