Taoist Master, Stop Fighting. The Heavenly Path Is Almost Destroyed

"Sir, you are not trustworthy!" The beautiful lady in palace dress stood up suddenly, showing a slight anger on her face.

Qin Yun was extremely angry at the moment.

Since the turmoil of the Huan lineage, the Hehuan Sect had been seriously injured. After Yi Chen left, she withdrew her power and closed the mountain gate.

Relying on Yi Chen's previous reputation, no one came to touch its tiger whiskers at the beginning, but since the news of the Daqin Dharma Assembly came out, the whole cultivation world was boiling.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop. The Hehuan Sect wants to be alone, but some things are not something you can withdraw from just because you want to.

When you are not strong enough, beauty is already a sin.

As a major sect in the Northern Territory, the Jianxie Sect planned to integrate many small forces and wait for the price to sell.

Whether it is Daqin or the sixteen top sects, they can't swallow the huge benefits of attacking Zhongzhou completely. The Jianxie Sect is ambitious and wants to take a bite of fat meat. The formation of the Star Sword Alliance is this idea.

Only by increasing their own size can they grab more benefits in the future feast of sharing the spoils.

Even if they sell themselves to the top sects, they can still sell for a good price.

"What did Sect Master Qinyun say? I just said that if the Sect Master plays a piece of music, I will consider letting go of the guy who offended the dignity of my Sword Evil Sect. When did you say that you must let him go?"

I consider it does not mean that I will let him go. Inequality problems are fast.

The sentimental young man obviously also grasped the essence of inequality. A trace of greed flashed in his eyes, and he glanced at Qinyun.

No one knows the secrets hidden in the heart of the sentimental young man for many years.

He has an Oedipus complex.

As the only son of the Sect Master Wusheng Jianmu of the Sword Evil Sect, he grew up listening to his mother's legendary stories, which made him prefer mature and charming female cultivators in choosing a spouse.

And the Sect Master Qinyun obviously perfectly fits the evil idea in his heart.

Before meeting Qin Yun, he wanted to use the Hehuan Sect as bait to attract more masters to join the Star Sword Alliance, but after meeting Qin Yun, he changed his mind.

"I don't care about the others in the Hehuan Sect, Qin Yun, you must be my forbidden fruit." Looking at Qin Yun's graceful figure, the sentimental young man couldn't help but lick the coolness overflowing from the wine glass.

If he wasn't afraid of the missing so-called Hehuan Sect elder Zhang San, and the idea of ​​wanting to convince the beautiful sect leader with his own charm, he would have been unable to hold back.

Qin Yun suppressed her anger. Although she had no intention of having sex with Master Xiaotian, she was not a plant. Master Xiaotian had repeatedly stood up for her. Now that she had suffered such a disaster, she could not sit idly by and begged, "Young Master, why don't you speak frankly? How can we let Daoist Xiaotian go?"

"It's not difficult to say, but it's also easy to say. This young master has only practiced for three hundred years, but he has already entered the realm of Taoism. My mother, the Sword Evil Sect Master, had a spirit ghost by her side when she was born. Now the spirit ghost has entered the sword and has been promoted to the realm of Daoism in one fell swoop."

"With my cultivation, character, appearance, and family background, I would like to ask the Sect Master to be my ninth Taoist partner. What do you think? This should not be considered an insult to Daoist friends."

The sentimental young master gently put down the wine glass, his eyes showed an evil light, and his eyes gently swept across the two rows of cultivators at the banquet.

The people sitting with him were all the leaders of small and medium-sized forces that he had "invited" to discuss joining the Star Sword Alliance.

With the reputation of Jie Dao Zhenjun Wusheng Jianmu, once the visiting card was issued, regardless of whether to join or not, no one dared to offend Jian Xie Zong.

He took the initiative to ask his mother to take on this matter, and he also had the intention of performing well in front of Wusheng Jianmu.

To make this happen, it was nothing more than using both kindness and force.

He had already decided in his heart that even if Qin Yun really committed herself to him, he would never let Li Yuan Zong go.

Whenever a big thing happened, someone must be sacrificed.

How can you show kindness without showing force first?

Destroying Li Yuan Zong is a move to kill the chicken to scare the monkey.

The sentimental young man swept his eyes, and the people below the stage had different expressions.

Some were silent, some had flickering eyes, and quite a few people began to add comments and flatter.

"Young Master is extremely talented and willing to marry Master Qinyun as his Taoist partner. How can it be considered an insult? If we really want to argue, Master Qinyun of Hehuan Sect is still marrying up."

"Fellow Daoist Fu Mo is right."

"This is a very good saying. Master Qinyun is so lucky."

At this moment, someone started to speak. The voices on the ninth floor of Wangyue Tower were noisy, and people gradually agreed.

They knew the nature of the sentimental young master, but they still flattered him against their conscience. Some people even started to congratulate Qinyun, as if the matter had been finalized.

When faced with the sentimental young master with superior background and cultivation, half of the cultivators and moral people outside could not suppress their dark thoughts and showed their inner garden of filth in the hall.

It was because the Hehuan Sect paid the price and suffered. It was none of their business. They could please the sentimental young master by agreeing with him. Where could they find such a profitable business without any investment?

Besides, watching fairies covered in dust is also a great pleasure in life…..

Qin Yun’s beautiful eyes swept through the people in the hall, and finally fell on the first elegant scholar who spoke.

This person is Fu Mo. She admired his style the most at the beginning. Today, she never expected that he would be the first to turn against her.

“Fu Mo, you are shameless!” Qin Yun shouted angrily, and turned her eyes to the young man in white. “I am a weak woman. Since my husband passed away, I have no intention of looking for a Taoist partner. Thank you for your kindness. This is impossible!”

The young master in white clothes was still talking and smiling, but his eyes were cold. He glanced at Zhenjun Fu Mo without saying a word.

Fu Mo immediately stood up and said with a smile: "Master, since Master Qinyun doesn't want to be the ninth companion of Master Qinyun, how about taking Master Qinyun's daughter Zhen Ruan as his concubine?"

"Zhen Ruan is very handsome, but she has a unique charm. She is suitable for being a young master and his concubine."

The hidden threat in Fu Mo's words caused everyone at the banquet to cast contemptuous glances. Just when he was about to say something more, with a loud bang, the door inside the building burst.

I saw a burly and majestic Taoist walk in expressionlessly. This man's chest muscles were high and he was playing with three golden iron galls with one hand. His muscles all over his body were bulging.

Yi Chen never expected that not long after he left the Hehuan Sect, when he first came outside, he would hear someone wanting to marry his mother-in-law and become his father-in-law.

I didn't expect that there would be someone who wanted Ruan'er as a concubine.

Someone actually wants him, Taoist Master Yi, to become a green-haired turtle. This is no longer the most outrageous thing. This time, he must hit hard.

Perhaps, he was too kind before.

"Zhang...Zhang San." Looking at the intimidating aura of the person who came in, a look of fear appeared on Fu Mo's face, which had remained calm despite everyone's disdainful gazes.

He looked at Yi Chen's approaching figure, felt the abyss-like aura and the undisguised murderous intention, and couldn't help but take three steps back, looking pleadingly at the young man in white who was at the top.

"Sir, save..."

Snapped!

Yi Chen took a step forward and suddenly appeared in front of Fu Mo Zhenjun. He grabbed his scribe's crown with his big hand and lifted it up like a chicken.

"Fu Mo, do you want to know how your good disciple of the Hehuan Sect died?"

Yi Chen approached Fu Mo Zhenjun with a big face.

It's a pity that Fu Mo was speechless under the Jiyuan ban. His face turned red and he was struggling, shaking like a fish out of water.

"He died just like you, a miserable death."

"The head exploded with a snap, like a rotten watermelon."

"His eyes were so wide that his head was hammered into his stomach by Pindao."

Before he finished speaking, Yi Chen slowly pressed down with his big hand, and pushed Zhenjun Fu Mo's head into his chest bit by bit, and then he flew up and kicked him into a cloud of blood mist.

At the same time, a purple-gold figure slowly rose up and appeared above the main hall.

Yi Chen looked at the young man in white above the main seat with a pair of ferocious eyes.

At this moment, the passionate young master could no longer pretend to be dead. He had already scolded Fu Mo Zhenjun countless times in his heart.

"Fu Mo is a thief, is this horse riding the power that a true king should have?"

"The thief mistaken me!"

"If this guy hadn't messed with me, how could I have provoked such a vicious person?"

The young master in white had dared to force Hehuan Sect like this before because he was thinking that the mysterious Great Elder of Hehuan Sect was just a Taoist.

If he was really offended, given his family background in the Sword Evil Sect, he couldn't afford to offend him. Even if he had a cultivation weapon, he was not a weak hand in the early stage of Taoism.

"Calm down, my mother has said many times, good fortune lies where misfortune lies, and misfortune lies where blessing lies. There may be a chance for a turn in this matter."

"If you plan it well, you can even recruit a strong supporter for our Star Sword Alliance. Everyone in the world is here for profit. At most, it will be a share of the Hehuan Sect's interests. Anyway, I have not touched the Hehuan Sect at all."

With his mind spinning, the amorous young man stood up with a smile on his face, changing his previous expression of holding the pearl in his hands.

"Who is Dao Brother? I am the passionate son of the Sword Evil Sect. My mother has no biological sword mother. She was accompanied by a spirit ghost when she was born. Now I have incorporated the spirit ghost into the sword, and I have been promoted to the realm of intercepting the path."

"Now that my mother wants to form the Star Sword Alliance, she is very thirsty for talents. With Brother Dao's cultivation, why don't you come to the gate of my Jianxie Sect, have a long talk with my mother, and sit down to discuss Taoism?"

Yi Chen looked at the young master in white in surprise. He had actually seen the so-called companion spirit ghost in ancient books.

This is a strange secret technique.

The so-called companion spirit ghost is a mother who has twins, and uses a secret method to refine one of the babies into a companion baby ghost, and grows together with the remaining baby.

Because of the same origin, the infant ghost is born close to the baby alive in the belly, which is a great help for its cultivation path and is suitable for practicing some unique secret methods.

This method of accompanying spirits and ghosts was created thousands of years ago by Niyunzi, the headmaster of Xie Tianmen, Xinmu Xiantian Divine Body. He even created five ghosts for his children, perhaps because this method was too harmful to Tianhe. , the leader of the Xietian Sect suddenly disappeared while he was out, which was regarded as an unsolved case in Dongzhou.

For this reason, the Xietian Sect, which was the top sect in Dongzhou, was once weak, and was eventually overtaken by the Wuding Shen Sect.

However, Yi Chen knew that the spirit ghost was accompanying him, but he didn't know that the leader of the Jianxie Sect was actually the person with the spirit ghost. With a thought, Yi Chen pushed the amorous young man away and staggered, and sat down on the throne.

"I didn't expect that the young master is actually the biological son of Wusheng Sword Mother."

"Pindao is the great elder of the Hehuan Sect that the young master is looking for. Zhang San, you can call me, Taoist Yinlong."

"The young master forced me, the master of Hehuan Sect, to play the piano with Yun Yun. The young master poured a glass of wine for Pindao, and then agreed to lend Pindao something. The matter was revealed, how about it?" Yi Chen glanced at the young man in white with a look of confusion.

"Don't worry, this thing is on the young master's body. I will definitely not embarrass the young master and ask for the treasure that is hard to find in the world."

Looking at Yi Chen's extremely majestic body, with an evil tiger on his arm, a fierce dragon on his back, and a green bull roaming around his waist and belly, the man in white was surprised.

He really didn't recognize when this figure came out of the Taoist sect before. He thought he was a demon giant who liked to dress up as a Taoist...

But he couldn't beat him, and he dared to believe the person in front of him even if he said he was a Buddhist monk.

The young man in white raised the jug with a flattering smile on his face, picked up the cup, and filled Yi Chen with a bottle of fine wine.

Yi Chen glanced at him, restrained his skills, flicked his sleeves, and swept the wine on the table to the ground.

"Pour another cup and change it to a bigger cup. Are you looking down on me for being so small?"

Facing Yi Chen's rudeness, the amorous young man's expression remained unchanged and he was still smiling. He took out the big cup and respectfully handed the wine glass to Yi Chen again.

"I have offended you a lot before, please forgive me, senior."

At this moment, a wisp of sky wind blew in from the door broken by Yi Chen, outlining the beautiful and graceful figure of Qin Yun Sect Master. She looked at Yi Chen sitting on the main seat with a strange expression, under the veil Rukou's red lips are slightly open.

Although she didn't know why her cheap elder's cultivation was suddenly so terrifying, she knew very well that Yi Chen was a man who must retaliate and would definitely not give up like this.

"This is the first seat, no, why did the Great Elder hide his cultivation and help me, the Hehuan Sect? Is it because he really fell in love with Ruan'er?"

"Zhenjun Jie Dao, only the first and third generation ancestors of our Hehuan Sect have entered such a realm. The great elder will not..."

"Hey, with the Great Elder's temper, even if the passionate young master is the biological son of the Wusheng Sword Mother, he will inevitably suffer physical and flesh pain, but he gave me a bad breath."

The master of Qin Yun was so confused at the moment, his mind was filled with random thoughts, but his bare hands were folded into his sleeves at this moment, and his nails were embedded in the soft flesh of his palms.

"I just hope that the great elder won't beat the passionate young man too badly. The Wusheng Sword Mother is very famous and is not a kind person."

Qin Yun only knew that Yi Chen was now as powerful as the abyss and the sea, but she didn't know that he had entered the realm of Jie Dao, and couldn't help but worry in her heart.

Yi Chen looked at the smiling young man in white, his tense face slowly relaxed, and he picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

"Now that I've finished drinking, I would like to ask the young master to give something on his body to Pindao as a gift to pay homage to the mountain."

"Pindao has been well-known for the reputation of the Wusheng Sword Mother for a long time, and I was just thinking of going to say hello."

The passionate young master couldn't help but feel overjoyed when he heard this: "Senior, what do you want? As long as I have everything on my body, I can take it."

"At this time when my mother is inviting colleagues, she will definitely be overjoyed to see her seniors and walk backwards to greet them."

"Okay! Enjoy!"

"I want to borrow the young master's head to worship the mountain. Please give the head to the young master." As soon as he said this, a look of indifference appeared in Yi Chen's eyes.

"you!"

"How brave! How dare you not give face to this poor Taoist? It seems that you will be left alone!" Suddenly, Yi Chen spread his body, peeled off the head of the young man in white with his big hands, and pulled off his head as if twisting a twist.

Everyone was shocked when the blood sprayed out.

At this moment, Yi Chen looked like a god and a devil.

Qin Yun, who claimed to know Yi Chen, couldn't help but feel numb when she saw such a violent scene.

Not long after entering the palace, Yi Chen secretly sent a message to Qin Yun to ask what happened. People who play tricks on others will always play tricks on them, so he let this bullshit sentimental young man die a worthy death.

"Yin... Fellow Taoist Yinlong, can we leave?" A monk at the table bravely asked Yi Chen.

"Just want to leave?" The corners of Yi Chen's mouth cracked, getting bigger and bigger, and his smile gradually became ferocious.

He almost became a green turtle or had an extra father. How could a passionate young man dispel his anger?

Only heads, many heads, can make the world dare not ignore his will.

He had misjudged his strategy before. When the storm started, all the old rules would be broken. If he wanted to be too safe and stable, he would have to build his own basic base.

Naturally, he will not join the Star Sword Alliance. He wants to join the Hidden Dragon Alliance.

From now on, he has been hiding his identity as Taoist Dragon. When a person has become the elephant in the room, you are just dreaming if you try to hide yourself. The strength of Zhenjun Jie Dao will definitely attract the attention of everyone. Get to the bottom of it.

In this case, he didn't bother to call himself Zhang San.

More than ten seconds later, half of the monks in the hall were lying on the ground wailing, their limbs severed, and their Qi sea destroyed.

"These people are all slandering me, Master Qinyun of the Hehuan Sect, and they deserve to die."

"Everyone, the Star Sword Alliance is a bunch of withered bones in the graves and has no future. A poor man wants to build the Hidden Dragon Alliance. Who is in favor of it and who is against it?"

"Those who agree will give the man who is wailing on the ground a knife. The poor man will take 70% of the sect's property."

"Every year, I will hand over 20% of the property produced by your sect to the alliance. As long as you don't mess around, if someone bullies you, I will go and talk to that person about the... principles of things. How about that?"

"Everyone, choose."

"If you agree, we will still meet here for the alliance in fifteen days. If you don't come, you won't give me face."

"Don't worry, within this time, Pindao will go to Jianxie Sect. If Pindao can't come back, the matter will be dropped."

The most advanced form of alliance is naturally tribute.

Yi Chen provided him with protection, but he didn't charge anyone more.

With a clang, he threw a long sword into the arena.

Under the compulsion of his cold eyes, the first one followed the second one, and for a while the whole palace turned into a large-scale fight scene.

By the Moon Lake.

Two figures stood there, one was tall and handsome, the other was beautiful and beautiful.

Yi Chen looked up at the sky.

"Master Qin, tell me why they forced me!"

"Is Pindao too kind?"

Qin Yun looked at the bleeding head in Yi Chen's hand, the corner of her mouth twitched, and she said in silence for a while: "Great elder, take care along the way."

After thinking for a moment, Qin Yun raised her head and said, "Everything in the Hehuan Sect will be handled by the great elder, so there is no need to worry."

Yi Chen grinned, said nothing, paused with one foot, and rose into the sky.