Chapter 781
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Wu Yi Yun
781 chapter
Inside Jinghe Mansion.
When Chu Jing heard Ye Wuxian's voice, she opened her eyes and frowned deeply.
This voice had been heard as early as when he first came to Shengyuan Continent.
At that time, he was still being chased by the owner of the voice.
How can I forget?
I didn't expect to hear this voice again after so many years.
"If I remember correctly, this person is a high-ranking member of the Myriad Things Sect."
Chu Jing thought about it with a cold face, but quickly closed his eyes.
Although there is hatred with Ye Wuwu.
But Chu Jing is currently cultivating at a critical point, and he doesn't plan to leave the level at will.
……
place of negotiation.
Hearing Ye Wuxian's voice, Sun Zimiao's eyes were clearly angry.
provocative.
Ye Wuxian intentionally spread his voice throughout the sword field, which is simply a naked provocation to Jianzong!
Normal people can't stand it!
Although Sun Zimiao could bear it, he knew that if he endured it this time, Jianzong would never be able to hold his head up in front of Wanwuzong!
If the eldest brother was alive, he would certainly not be willing to see such a situation.
"Ye Wuxian, please!"
So, Sun Zimiao looked indifferent, pointed at Shenjian Mountain, and said coldly.
"Haha! Thank you Brother Sun!"
Ye infinitely laughed.
Ever since, Sun Zimiao led the way, and Ye Wuxian and the others followed behind, heading towards Shenjian Mountain like this.
Soon.
The four of them arrived near the Excalibur Mountain.
Many disciples guarding the mountain path were surprised when they discovered the situation.
Afterwards, the news of the arrival of the Myriad Things Sect quickly spread throughout the entire Divine Sword Mountain.
Just at this time, Sun Zimiao had brought Ye Wuxian and the others to the top of Excalibur Mountain.
"Just?"
"It's not grand at all."
The young man in black with a hanging knife shook his head slightly, and did not hide his dissatisfaction, "I thought Jianzong was some kind of great place, and it was far worse than my Wanwuzong, which has four peaks."
These words happened to be heard by several deacons who were on duty at the top of the mountain, and their faces became violent and angry.
Sun Zimiao was expressionless, and said loudly: "All disciples obey the order, and those who are convenient for leaving the customs, come to the top of the mountain as soon as possible!"
As soon as the words fell, the disciples halfway up the mountain and everywhere below the mountain were all excited, and they all came towards the top of the mountain gearing up.
After half an hour.
The top of Shenjian Mountain was filled with all kinds of figures, they were the disciples, deacons and elders of the Sword Sect who had heard the news.
It can be said that except for a few people who are in retreat and cannot leave.
Most of the people of Jianzong gathered here.
The previously arrogant young man in black looked at a figure and closed his mouth, not because he was low-key, but because although he was confident, he didn't have the confidence to challenge a sect.
He was afraid that if his mouth was too short, it would cause riots, and it would be miserable.
"Lieyang, since you're here, there's no need to be afraid."
Ye Wuxian, on the other hand, kept putting his hand on the shoulder of the young man in black, and said with a smile.
This action gave Zhu Lieyang infinite confidence, and he immediately regained his arrogant expression: "Grand Elder, I understand!"
Now that he has come, he has already offended this group of guys.
If something big happens, the Great Elder will naturally be on his shoulders, so there is no need to be afraid.
At that time, many disciples had already arrived, and Sun Zimiao said indifferently: "These three children from Wanwuzong want to see the strength of our Jianzong. Next, those who have ideas can come out and learn from each other."
As soon as the words fell, countless Sword Sect disciples raised their hands and roared.
"Clean up the idiots of the Wanwu sect, I'll come!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming!"
"I want to kill the idiot of the Wan Wu sect!"
The swearing words kept ringing out.
That Zhu Lieyang's face was frighteningly cold in an instant, his eyes, like laser beams, swept over the crowd desperately.
Ye Wuxian was very calm, looking at a thin, fair-looking young man with a smile, and said, "Xiao Lin, you are the weakest, so let's go first."
Lin Wenshan took out a fan from his waist, unfolded the fan with a "wow", and walked out of the queue with an angry face while shaking it wildly, pointing at the crowd and shouting: "I am Lin Wenshan, the sect of everything, and I have entered the fairyland for 150 years. , who of you dares to fight!"
As soon as these words came out, countless disciples rushed to rush out.
There are also some sensible people with dignified faces.
As for Sun Zimiao and some elders, they looked at Lin Wenshan in surprise.
Their realm is advanced, so it can be seen at a glance that Lin Wenshan is already a third-level human immortal.
After entering the Human Wonderland for 100 years, you will reach the third level of the Human Wonderland?
This level of practice speed, a realm of 50 years, isn't it too outrageous?
The elders understood instantly.
This Lin Wenshan is the top evildoer of the Myriad Things Sect.
If you don't die young, you will definitely become the top level of the Wanwu sect in the future.
And the sect of all things came here with such a monstrosity, which shows its determination to show off its might!
While the elders of Jianzong were observing Lin Wenshan.
Ye Wuxian pretended to be staring at the disciples of the Sword Sect, but in fact, his divine sense had reached the Hall of Heroes, constantly spying on him, wanting to enter.
However, the Hall of Heroes is an important place for the Sword Sect.
There are tens of thousands of restrictions here, even if Ye Wuxian is so powerful, divine thoughts can't penetrate it at all.
Naturally, he also had no way of knowing whether Guo Xingchen was inside.
Take another look at the elder.
Yuan Qijing, Sun Zimiao and others were all there.
Except for Guo Xingchen who was not present, almost everyone came.
"Hey! From this point of view, the probability of death can be increased by [-]%! In other words, Guo Xingchen is [-]% dead!"
Ye Wuxian thought excitedly in his heart.
"Jianzong Tan Yaowen! The third level of the human fairyland! Come and fight!"
Amidst the commotion, a disciple of the Sword Sect rushed out of the crowd first, and after announcing his name loudly, he threw his sword at Lin Wenshan.
Lin Wenshan showed disdain, and immediately lightened his waist arbitrarily, and a hurricane flew towards Tan Yaowen, who slashed out with a sword, and the hurricane was cut in two with a "click".
"Haha! That's it?"
When Tan Yaowen laughed wildly on the ground, he was about to strike Lin Wenshan with his sword.
Unexpectedly, Lin Wenshan looked at him with an expression like looking at a fool: "Idiot, you lost!"
"Losing? How come?"
Tan Yaowen was confused, but in the next second, his complexion changed dramatically.
The gang wind that was cut off by him has reorganized at some time and reached his side.
"not good!"
Tan Yaowen wanted to block and counterattack with his sword, but it was already too late, so he could only mobilize all the immortal energy around his body to form a shield.
No matter what.
In the sound of "嗤", the powerful wind broke through the shield of immortal energy and cut off Tan Yaowen's hand holding the sword.
When the broken arm and the sword turned white at the same time, Tan Yawen fell to the ground with a "plop", his face pale, as if he had lost his soul.
Behind, the disciples of Jianzong were slightly surprised, but they did not lose their fighting spirit.
Tan Yaowen is not considered strong, and it is normal to lose, but there are still many disciples clamoring to come out.
"Let's go back."
Sun Zimiao didn't have much emotion about Tan Yaowen's defeat, he used invisible force to support Tan Yaowen and the broken arm holding the sword, gave him a pill to repair the body, and said: "You have done a good job .”
Tan Yaowen was ashamed, covering his face with one hand, trembling slightly, obviously in extreme pain.
"Step forward, and your life will go to a higher level."
Sun Zimiao said calmly, Tan Yaowen nodded in tears, then squeezed through the crowd and went down the mountain.
Inside Jinghe Mansion.
When Chu Jing heard Ye Wuxian's voice, she opened her eyes and frowned deeply.
This voice had been heard as early as when he first came to Shengyuan Continent.
At that time, he was still being chased by the owner of the voice.
How can I forget?
I didn't expect to hear this voice again after so many years.
"If I remember correctly, this person is a high-ranking member of the Myriad Things Sect."
Chu Jing thought about it with a cold face, but quickly closed his eyes.
Although there is hatred with Ye Wuwu.
But Chu Jing is currently cultivating at a critical point, and he doesn't plan to leave the level at will.
……
place of negotiation.
Hearing Ye Wuxian's voice, Sun Zimiao's eyes were clearly angry.
provocative.
Ye Wuxian intentionally spread his voice throughout the sword field, which is simply a naked provocation to Jianzong!
Normal people can't stand it!
Although Sun Zimiao could bear it, he knew that if he endured it this time, Jianzong would never be able to hold his head up in front of Wanwuzong!
If the eldest brother was alive, he would certainly not be willing to see such a situation.
"Ye Wuxian, please!"
So, Sun Zimiao looked indifferent, pointed at Shenjian Mountain, and said coldly.
"Haha! Thank you Brother Sun!"
Ye infinitely laughed.
Ever since, Sun Zimiao led the way, and Ye Wuxian and the others followed behind, heading towards Shenjian Mountain like this.
Soon.
The four of them arrived near the Excalibur Mountain.
Many disciples guarding the mountain path were surprised when they discovered the situation.
Afterwards, the news of the arrival of the Myriad Things Sect quickly spread throughout the entire Divine Sword Mountain.
Just at this time, Sun Zimiao had brought Ye Wuxian and the others to the top of Excalibur Mountain.
"Just?"
"It's not grand at all."
The young man in black with a hanging knife shook his head slightly, and did not hide his dissatisfaction, "I thought Jianzong was some kind of great place, and it was far worse than my Wanwuzong, which has four peaks."
These words happened to be heard by several deacons who were on duty at the top of the mountain, and their faces became violent and angry.
Sun Zimiao was expressionless, and said loudly: "All disciples obey the order, and those who are convenient for leaving the customs, come to the top of the mountain as soon as possible!"
As soon as the words fell, the disciples halfway up the mountain and everywhere below the mountain were all excited, and they all came towards the top of the mountain gearing up.
After half an hour.
The top of Shenjian Mountain was filled with all kinds of figures, they were the disciples, deacons and elders of the Sword Sect who had heard the news.
It can be said that except for a few people who are in retreat and cannot leave.
Most of the people of Jianzong gathered here.
The previously arrogant young man in black looked at a figure and closed his mouth, not because he was low-key, but because although he was confident, he didn't have the confidence to challenge a sect.
He was afraid that if his mouth was too short, it would cause riots, and it would be miserable.
"Lieyang, since you're here, there's no need to be afraid."
Ye Wuxian, on the other hand, kept putting his hand on the shoulder of the young man in black, and said with a smile.
This action gave Zhu Lieyang infinite confidence, and he immediately regained his arrogant expression: "Grand Elder, I understand!"
Now that he has come, he has already offended this group of guys.
If something big happens, the Great Elder will naturally be on his shoulders, so there is no need to be afraid.
At that time, many disciples had already arrived, and Sun Zimiao said indifferently: "These three children from Wanwuzong want to see the strength of our Jianzong. Next, those who have ideas can come out and learn from each other."
As soon as the words fell, countless Sword Sect disciples raised their hands and roared.
"Clean up the idiots of the Wanwu sect, I'll come!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming!"
"I want to kill the idiot of the Wan Wu sect!"
The swearing words kept ringing out.
That Zhu Lieyang's face was frighteningly cold in an instant, his eyes, like laser beams, swept over the crowd desperately.
Ye Wuxian was very calm, looking at a thin, fair-looking young man with a smile, and said, "Xiao Lin, you are the weakest, so let's go first."
Lin Wenshan took out a fan from his waist, unfolded the fan with a "wow", and walked out of the queue with an angry face while shaking it wildly, pointing at the crowd and shouting: "I am Lin Wenshan, the sect of everything, and I have entered the fairyland for 150 years. , who of you dares to fight!"
As soon as these words came out, countless disciples rushed to rush out.
There are also some sensible people with dignified faces.
As for Sun Zimiao and some elders, they looked at Lin Wenshan in surprise.
Their realm is advanced, so it can be seen at a glance that Lin Wenshan is already a third-level human immortal.
After entering the Human Wonderland for 100 years, you will reach the third level of the Human Wonderland?
This level of practice speed, a realm of 50 years, isn't it too outrageous?
The elders understood instantly.
This Lin Wenshan is the top evildoer of the Myriad Things Sect.
If you don't die young, you will definitely become the top level of the Wanwu sect in the future.
And the sect of all things came here with such a monstrosity, which shows its determination to show off its might!
While the elders of Jianzong were observing Lin Wenshan.
Ye Wuxian pretended to be staring at the disciples of the Sword Sect, but in fact, his divine sense had reached the Hall of Heroes, constantly spying on him, wanting to enter.
However, the Hall of Heroes is an important place for the Sword Sect.
There are tens of thousands of restrictions here, even if Ye Wuxian is so powerful, divine thoughts can't penetrate it at all.
Naturally, he also had no way of knowing whether Guo Xingchen was inside.
Take another look at the elder.
Yuan Qijing, Sun Zimiao and others were all there.
Except for Guo Xingchen who was not present, almost everyone came.
"Hey! From this point of view, the probability of death can be increased by [-]%! In other words, Guo Xingchen is [-]% dead!"
Ye Wuxian thought excitedly in his heart.
"Jianzong Tan Yaowen! The third level of the human fairyland! Come and fight!"
Amidst the commotion, a disciple of the Sword Sect rushed out of the crowd first, and after announcing his name loudly, he threw his sword at Lin Wenshan.
Lin Wenshan showed disdain, and immediately lightened his waist arbitrarily, and a hurricane flew towards Tan Yaowen, who slashed out with a sword, and the hurricane was cut in two with a "click".
"Haha! That's it?"
When Tan Yaowen laughed wildly on the ground, he was about to strike Lin Wenshan with his sword.
Unexpectedly, Lin Wenshan looked at him with an expression like looking at a fool: "Idiot, you lost!"
"Losing? How come?"
Tan Yaowen was confused, but in the next second, his complexion changed dramatically.
The gang wind that was cut off by him has reorganized at some time and reached his side.
"not good!"
Tan Yaowen wanted to block and counterattack with his sword, but it was already too late, so he could only mobilize all the immortal energy around his body to form a shield.
No matter what.
In the sound of "嗤", the powerful wind broke through the shield of immortal energy and cut off Tan Yaowen's hand holding the sword.
When the broken arm and the sword turned white at the same time, Tan Yawen fell to the ground with a "plop", his face pale, as if he had lost his soul.
Behind, the disciples of Jianzong were slightly surprised, but they did not lose their fighting spirit.
Tan Yaowen is not considered strong, and it is normal to lose, but there are still many disciples clamoring to come out.
"Let's go back."
Sun Zimiao didn't have much emotion about Tan Yaowen's defeat, he used invisible force to support Tan Yaowen and the broken arm holding the sword, gave him a pill to repair the body, and said: "You have done a good job .”
Tan Yaowen was ashamed, covering his face with one hand, trembling slightly, obviously in extreme pain.
"Step forward, and your life will go to a higher level."
Sun Zimiao said calmly, Tan Yaowen nodded in tears, then squeezed through the crowd and went down the mountain.
