Chapter 430: Ancestor of Ten Thousand Flowers

However, Jiang Xuan seemed not to have heard Feng Lao's words. At that moment...

"Qiang!"

Just hearing a gunshot, the bright gun light suddenly dazzled the void.

"Chi!"

The next moment, Jiang Xuan had already withdrawn his spear.

Then several people around saw that the body of Mr. Feng, who was about to retreat with a burst of fire not far away, suddenly stiffened. He looked frightened. A blood mark quickly appeared on his neck, and soon a column of blood sprayed violently. It came out and dyed the flowers on the ground red.

"Well--"

Feng Lao seemed to want to say something else. He pointed at Jiang Xuan with trembling fingers, his eyes full of fear and resentment.

However, before he could say anything more, the life force in his body was already exhausted, and Feng Lao fell to the ground hard and refused to close his eyes.

One shot!

One shot will kill Feng Lao instantly!

At this moment, both Mu Xuanhe and Mr. Yun, who had lost an arm, had their lips turning slightly white, and they felt a cold air rising suddenly under their feet.

This Jiang Xuan is indeed as powerful and decisive as rumored, with no taboos at all.

You know, except for the life and death battle arena, such incidents that hurt people's lives rarely happen in the sect. What's more, it is unheard of for a mainstay of the sect like an elder to be killed by a disciple of the sect.

However, in two consecutive months, Jiang Xuan killed two sect elders one after another. Such people are simply terrifying and have no taboos at all.

However, they did not dare to say these words at this time, or use them to threaten anything, because they knew that Jiang Xuan would not accept this trick at all. If they threatened him, they might also end up with Feng Lao. Same fate.

For a moment, this space became dead silent.

Mu Xuanhe and Mr. Yun's eyes were trembling, and they didn't even dare to speak out loud.

"smell

A name is not as good as a meeting, Jiang Xuan, you are known as the dark horse newcomer of our Qingtian Sect House, and it is indeed true. "

However, at this moment, a faint laughter suddenly came from a distance.

Buzz!

Then, I saw a female figure coming from the void not far away. She was tall, with picturesque eyebrows, skin like snow, and she was dressed in white palace clothes, which made her whole person exude a kind of aura. Unique scent.

"Ancestor Wanhua!"

When they saw the visitor, whether it was Mu Xuanhe, Mr. Yun, or Tang Yuwei who was trapped in the talisman formation, they all bowed to the woman with respectful expressions.

"Ancestor Wanhua?"

Jiang Xuan raised his eyebrows. He could feel a terrifying aura as vast as the sea from the woman who suddenly appeared.

This person is definitely a strong person in the half-step Yuan Dan realm.

Jiang Xuan paused for a moment, then clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Senior Wanhua, you are overly praised."

"Well, your talent is very good. It would be a pity to kill you like this."

Ancestor Wanhua spoke, her tone was calm and genuine.

"Then I wonder what Senior Wanhua plans to do?"

Jiang Xuan instantly heard the threat and murderous intention hidden in the mouth of the ancestor of Wanhua. At that moment, his eyes were slightly cold and his tone became a little stiff.

Sure enough, there is no fairness in this world.

The strong one is the king, the loser is the bandit.

Whoever has the bigger fist is the one who makes the rules.

At this time, when she heard the murderous intention hidden in the words of Wanhua Ancestor, Tang Yuwei's beautiful little face suddenly changed.

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Mu Xuanhe and Yun Lao both looked ecstatic. Sure enough, Ancestor Wanhua was on their side.

They looked at Jiang Xuan, whose tone seemed to be unwilling to give in, and sneered in their hearts.

This Jiang Xuan dared to talk back to a strong man who was half a step above the peak of the Yuan Dan Realm. He was simply seeking death!

"what to do?"

Ancestor Wanhua looked at Jiang Xuan below with a faint smile on her face, but she looked at Jiang Xuan as if she were looking down at an ant. She said calmly: "You stole my elixir. This is a grave sin. You should have been cut to pieces by a thousand cuts, but after all, you are a rare talent in my Qingtian Sect, so I will punish you in my little world of thousands of flowers for fifty years. Within fifty years, you will not be able to practice any kind of spiritual practice. The secret technique cannot even increase your spiritual power by half. When the fifty years are up, I will let you go."

What?

Fifty years? .??.

Not allowed to practice for fifty years?

What a cruel punishment!

At this moment, Jiang Xuan looked at the elegant Wanhua Ancestor high in the sky, and felt a burst of anger in his heart.

She actually wanted to deprive herself of practice for fifty years. Although practitioners among them have long lifespans, who can withstand not practicing for fifty years?

By then, I am afraid that no matter how talented the genius is, he will definitely become a mediocre person after fifty years of silence.

Jiang Xuan had deeply experienced this feeling of mediocrity when he was still a branch disciple of Tianshui County.

It was a kind of despair, the pain of never seeing hope.

Jiang Xuan hated this feeling very much, and now he didn't want to have it again.

He stared at the Wanhua Ancestor high in the sky, who was judging his ant like a queen, his eyes were extremely cold, and there was endless killing intent in his heart.