Chapter 539 Emperor Xuanzong of Qing?

There were three figures, two men and one woman.

One of the male cultivators had an old face and was dressed in black...

The other man and woman were about the same age, both in their twenties, and looked quite young, but their ages could not be determined.

The man looked ordinary, but his cultivation was extraordinary, and he was wearing a gray long gown.

The female cultivator was very beautiful, with a slender and charming figure, and she was dressed very boldly and hotly...

The three cultivators came to the foot of this barren mountain together and saw the Panic Armor Monster being killed by the Ice Lotus Puppet...

The female cultivator immediately shouted: "No matter what it is, the Panic Armor Monster must be taken back!"

As she said that, she moved and was about to rush over...

"Junior sister! Don't!" The gray-clothed youth immediately grabbed her hand and shouted: "There is a formation!"

The female cultivator frowned, shook off the gray-clothed youth, and said angrily: " Who told you to pull and tug?"

As soon as these words came out, the gray-clothed youth immediately let go, and said apologetically: "Sorry! Junior sister! Senior brother, I was also in a hurry!"

The black-clothed old man made peace and said: "Okay! Now is not the time to quarrel, you two, there is indeed a formation over there... Let's not break in."

As he said this, he stared at the ice lotus puppet next to the Kaishan monster with horror. It can be seen that this metal humanoid puppet is powerful...

He thought to himself, who made such a powerful puppet?

Of course, since there is a formation and puppets here, it means that there are immortal cultivators here...

So, the old man in black stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Is there any Taoist friend here?! The three of us have something to discuss!"

He could see that the formation in front of him was not simple. If the three of them broke in, they would never come back, but they were reluctant to give up the pangolin monster...

Ye Han was in the temporary cave, listening to the conversation of the three people, and frowned slightly. He could understand the language these three people spoke. It was actually an ancient language. In Fengtian Continent, this ancient language and writing had long been unsaid.

This made Ye Han sure that he was no longer in Fengtian Continent, but should have arrived in another continent...

Tsk! He was not teleported to the predetermined location. How easy would it be to find the eldest brother in this vast continent?

However, when he ordered the Ice Lotus Puppet to kill the Panic Armor Monster, Ye Han saw the wounds on the Panic Armor Monster and realized that the Panic Armor Monster had been injured by a cultivator...

Maybe he would encounter a cultivator, but Ye Han had nothing to worry about. Since the other party couldn't kill a fourth-order mid-stage Panic Armor Monster and let it escape, their cultivation and number must not be large.

Sure enough, his consciousness felt that the three cultivators were all at the initial stage of foundation building, and the highest was the gray-clothed young man.

But it was quite interesting to hear his conversation with the female cultivator...

So, Ye Han moved his consciousness and made the Ice Lotus Puppet fly back. Ye Han put on the Wanxiang Mask, his face twisted, and turned into an ordinary-looking middle-aged cultivator...

Ye Han walked out of the cave, looked at the three people slowly and said, "Fellow Taoists! What can I do for you?"

Listening to Ye Han's words, the old man in black felt that his accent was a bit strange. With a sweep of his consciousness, he couldn't tell Ye Han's cultivation from his real appearance.

What kind of cultivation is this guy?

Why would he set up a formation in this desolate mountain? And the metal puppet is lifelike, with an extraordinary aura, it looks difficult to deal with...

The female cultivator and the gray-clothed youth also looked at Ye Han with a serious expression. Without waiting for the black-clothed old man to speak, the female cultivator couldn't help but said: "My fellow Taoist, that pangolin monster is our prey! You have to give it back to us!"

After hearing this, the gray-clothed young man couldn't help but whispered: "Junior sister! Wait a minute...!"

The black-clothed old man frowned and had to say: "My fellow Taoist, this pangolin monster...we were the first to hurt it...!"

Ye Han glanced at the female cultivator, and his consciousness burst out with an astonishing pressure, making the female cultivator feel like her consciousness was pierced by a needle. She shook her body and felt the terrible consciousness of Ye Han, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat...

Ye Han deliberately used the spiritual pressure of Qingxin Gong to suppress these guys...

You know, his consciousness has been very effective after practicing Qingxin Gong for such a long time. At the beginning, Young Master Zhuge was frightened by him, how could these three guys resist?

Feeling Ye Han's terrifying divine sense, the female cultivator dared not speak, and the other two also looked pale. How could they dare to ask Ye Han for the body of the pangolin monster?

Instead, they became afraid. If the other party was really a Jindan-stage cultivator, it would be as easy to kill the three of them as to kill a few ants.

Ye Han said coldly: "This pangolin monster doesn't have your names written on it, so how can it be yours? Besides, you didn't kill this guy, and it ran to my territory, so it belongs to me!"

With Ye Han's tough words and his terrifying divine sense, the three people immediately wilted. That was a great Jindan-stage cultivator. It was very good not to kill them. How could they dare to say anything else...

The old man in black hurriedly bowed and said: "This senior... We are disturbing you! This pangolin monster is a tribute to you."

Ye Han said coldly: "Respect? Did you kill this pangolin monster?"

After hearing this, the gray-clothed youth and the female cultivator changed their expressions, and the female cultivator immediately hid behind the gray-clothed youth...

Although the gray-clothed youth was afraid, he still stood in front of the female cultivator and shook his head at Ye Han. This kind of young man, although he has good qualifications, is addicted to women and is really a waste.

The black-clothed old man immediately said: "Senior, we are disciples of the Qingxuan Sect. We are sorry for accidentally disturbing your cultivation! We will leave now!"

Facing the Jindan stage cultivator, they bumped into him. In order to register, they could only burst out their sects, hoping that the other party could bypass them.

Ye Han searched his brain for a while, and he really had never heard of a sect called Qingxuan Sect, which had a similar name to Qingxuan Sect...

So Ye Han said coldly: "Qingxuan Sect? I haven't heard of it!"

Ye Han naturally pretended to be a Jindan stage to embarrass them, in order to shock these guys and make it easier for him to ask some useful information...

When these words came out, the three people of the Black Mountain old man were choked up, and cold sweat came down on their foreheads.

The Black Mountain old man immediately replied: "Senior, our Qingxuan Sect is an unknown small sect, senior, please forgive me! We will not disturb you from your cultivation! Goodbye!"

As he said, he gave the other two a look and quietly stepped back a few steps...

Seeing this, Ye Han said coldly: "Who allowed you to leave?"

Hearing this, the three people turned pale...