It exploded like a missile, and the huge air wave completely blew away a group of warriors from Qingfeng Village.
The violent impact stirred up his internal organs. An ordinary warrior could withstand it and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.
Run!
The remaining Qingfeng Village warriors began to flee crazily without any hesitation.
However.
Ye Qinghuan's Xuan Yan Sword was faster than them. In this open area, blood suddenly flowed into a river, and screams were heard one after another.
Die, die, die!
Ye Qinghuan's Xuan Yan Sword showed no mercy. In just three minutes, dozens of lives were harvested, dripping with blood.
In Qingfeng Village, only Fatty, who has never dared to resist, is still alive.
"Senior"
The fat man stood behind Ye Qinghuan, his fat body trembling a little.
He is extremely happy now. Fortunately, he made the right choice and did not resist at all.
The three young men who were captured were all stunned for a moment, unable to believe the scene in front of them.
The man in this mask was simply a demon, and he actually bloodbathed Qingfeng Village.
what to do?
run?
This idea flashed through the minds of the three of them, but they immediately rejected it.
Escape.
How is that possible? Just look at the fate of these robbers.
Finally, the three of them gritted their teeth and walked towards Ye Qinghuan. One of the long-haired women gritted her teeth and said: "Senior, my name is Su Xue. I am a disciple of Nine Swords Peak. Thank you, senior, for saving me."
"Thank you, senior, for saving me!"
The other two people also clasped their fists.
Nine Swords Peak.
Ye Qinghuan raised his eyebrows slightly. Because of the previous relationship between the sword-wielding young man and the charming woman, he did not have a good impression of the Nine Sword Peak disciples.
"Will the disciples of Nine Swords Peak be kidnapped by the robbers from Qingfeng Village? How could you, Nine Swords Peak, be reduced to this?"
Ye Qinghuan asked with a frown.
Although he did not understand the distribution of forces in the ancient world, Ye Qinghuan knew the status of Nine Swords Peak in Northern Zhou County from the tone of the crowd.
It's impossible that the eight major sects can't even deal with a small innate third-level person.
"Senior, it's like this. We accepted the mission from the sect and came here to earn points." The long-haired woman said.
"Yes, the competition among the sects is about to begin. In order to enter the thunder tower to practice, we can only go out and hunt the robbers to earn points."
Another person answered.
"It's a pity that we didn't expect that the leader of Qingfeng Village would personally take action. He caught us and wanted to threaten us at Nine Swords Peak!"
The long-haired woman spoke again.
"What did you say?" Ye Qinghuan suddenly frowned.
"Senior, we are saying that we come out to hunt robbers to earn money..." One of the strong men explained patiently.
"It's not this nonsense, I'm asking, what is Leita...?"
Ye Qinghuan asked directly.
The three of them were slightly stunned.
Their Thunder Pagoda at Nine Swords Peak is very famous in the ancient world and is a treasure coveted by many sects.
This powerful masked man didn't even know.
However, the long-haired woman still explained: "Senior, the Thunder Tower is the most important treasure of our Nine Swords Peak. It can provide a continuous source of thunder. This is a very powerful energy. Coupled with the magic circle set up by our Nine Swords Peak elders,
If you practice in it, you can get twice the result with half the effort."
"However, if you want to enter the Leita to practice, you also need to contribute corresponding points."
Reta?
energy?
Source of thunder?
Ye Qinghuan's heart moved, and she vaguely thought of something.
"Is it that thing?"
Ye Qinghuan suddenly raised his eyebrows.
If it really is that thing, then it would be great.
"If it really is that thing, the original scars left by the space storm can be healed!"
Ye Qinghuan felt happy.
The scars left by the space storm hurt the origin and touched Ye Qinghuan's foundation.
If it is not repaired, Ye Qinghuan will not dare to advance.
Otherwise, Ye Qinghuan's path to the supreme realm will be ruined.
"Okay, you can go!"
Ye Qinghuan was in a good mood and waved his hand.
The three of them were stunned. Is this the end?
It seems that this senior is really a good person.
He slaughtered the robbers in Qingfeng Village, probably because he hated evil so much that he was so cruel.
Ye Qinghuan suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the body of the leader of Qingfeng Village. Immediately, five purple crystals flew out.
Five low-grade spiritual stones!
Not bad, Ye Qinghuan put it away with satisfaction.
"Fat man, come with me!"
Ye Qinghuan said lightly, and the fat man was immediately happy and said quickly: "Thank you, senior, thank you, senior!"
Ye Qinghuan was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he grabbed the fat man and flew directly into the air, turning into a rainbow.
It's not that he likes this fat man, it's just that he just lacks an errand boy.
With such a person at hand, it is quite convenient for him, and he can also learn about the situation in the ancient world.
Flying all the way, Fatty was excited. He actually followed an innate strong man, and he was such a powerful innate strong man.
"Senior, where are we going?" The fat man couldn't help but ask.
"Nine Swords Peak."
Ye Qinghuan said calmly, coldly and arrogantly.
The fat man was slightly startled.
"Don't be surprised. Don't worry, even the eight major sects are nothing in my heart." Ye Qinghuan said proudly.
"No, senior, what I mean is that if you want to go to Nine Swords Peak, it seems... you are flying in the wrong direction!"
The fat man said tremblingly.
"..."
Three hours later, the two of them arrived under a large mountain.
The clouds and smoke are lingering, and the momentum is magnificent.
This is a big mountain with clear waters and beautiful mountains, with peaks towering straight into the sky.
It occupies a radius of ten kilometers.
On the way up the mountain, some disciples stopped Ye Qinghuan and asked about his identity.
Fortunately, Ye Qinghuan had Liu Qingshan's token, so he took it out without bothering to talk nonsense, and went straight up the mountain under the awed eyes of the disciples guarding the mountain.
These days are the days when Nine Swords Peak recruits disciples. The elders go to the major cities in Beizhou County to find talented young people and recruit disciples.
On top of the main peak, there is a stall at the door. Many young people are queuing up and walking towards a stone tablet. Then they start to reach out and touch the stone tablet, and the stone tablet will emit different lights.
"Is it a test stone for recruiting disciples? I didn't expect such a thing to exist in the ancient world."
Ye Qinghuan raised his eyebrows slightly.
He didn't go in directly. He first looked at the door a hundred meters away and sensed it with his spiritual consciousness.
"It seems that there is really the power of thunder, but it is isolated. Now my consciousness is far from being restored. My induction is not very accurate."
Ye Qinghuan felt helpless.
Being injured by the space storm is a big constraint for him.
If that thing really exists in Nine Swords Peak, his injuries can be truly healed.
Not only that, his strength will definitely rise again.