Ye Qinghuan's face was calm, but Ling Qingzhu's beauty changed drastically, and a trace of uneasiness suddenly flashed in her eyes.
"Song Longcheng, do you also have a grudge against him?" Ji Yunxin asked with a sneer.
"If it weren't for your disciple, this guy would have died in my hands long ago!" Song Longcheng said indifferently, seeming to have a hint of dissatisfaction.
"My disciple?" Ji Yunxin suddenly frowned, a little confused.
Song Longcheng stood in the void and said calmly: "I want to kill this young man, but your disciple Ling Qingzhu is with him. She asked Ling Feng to take action and use the power of Beidou Pavilion to force me to stop.
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"Qingzhu?" Ji Yunxin turned around and frowned slightly.
"Master, Ye Qinghuan was very kind to our Su Xin Sect. He really gave us a very important treasure. He is our Su Xin Sect's benefactor!" Ling Qingzhu said anxiously.
Whether it was the method of directly absorbing spiritual stones or the inheritance of the Wine Sword Immortal, these were huge secrets that she could not reveal in front of so many people.
"snort!"
Ji Yunxin snorted dissatisfiedly.
"Today, I will kill this Ye Qinghuan. You don't need to take action, you just need to take care of the people in the Su Xin Sect." Song Longcheng said calmly.
What he wants are the secrets of Ye Qinghuan. These things will definitely not arouse the interest of people in the ancient world, so he doesn't want anyone to get involved.
"Okay, I just want this girl!" Ji Yunxin pointed at Yang Shan.
In just a few words of exchange, the two of them had already arranged everything, as if everything was firmly in their pockets.
"Since you threw yourself into a trap, Ye Qinghuan, who can save you today?"
In the void, Song Longcheng said with a cold voice. He stretched out one arm, and his strong internal energy suddenly surged, surging crazily in his body.
The violent internal force slowly condensed in Song Longcheng's palm, spinning crazily. There seemed to be sword rays around him that could cut the void.
In an instant, these internal forces condensed and turned into a small tornado, which was held in the palm of Song Longcheng's hand and was only the size of a basketball.
But no one dares to underestimate the small tornado formed by this internal force. The violent internal force contained in it is enough to crush steel.
"Huang Laodao, don't you want to stand up for this young man? Now, you can take action!" Ji Yunxin sneered at the corner of his mouth and taunted.
Huang Laodao's expression changed. He really admired this young man and wanted him to join Qingyun Temple, but he had the same heart as Ji Yun, and he was born at the third level of innateness.
Song Longcheng, on the other hand, is at least a powerful man at the fifth level of innateness, and is not something they can fight with.
"Senior sister, please help brother Ye Qinghuan, he is a good person!" Ning Xiaoyi pleaded with a trace of worry in her big eyes.
Ling Qingzhu smiled bitterly. Whether it was friendship or kindness, she was willing to help Ye Qinghuan, but now, it was no longer her turn to intervene.
"Ye Qinghuan!"
Yang Shan and others were also extremely worried. Song Longcheng looked too powerful and terrifying. Even this woman was far inferior. How could Ye Qinghuan resist such a powerful enemy?
Lin Wei's parents were already trembling. They had heard of Song Longcheng's reputation and such a big shot appeared. Now they didn't dare to say a word, so they could only suppress Lin Wei and prevent her from talking.
"Song Longcheng, give me Qingyun Guan some face and let this young man go. How about I, Qingyun Guan, owe you a favor!"
Huang Laodao cupped his fists and said.
It seems that he is indeed very fond of Ye Qinghuan. The favor of one of the eight major sects in the ancient world is very valuable.
"no!"
Song Longcheng was extremely indifferent. The small tornado in his hand gathered a huge internal force and spun faster and faster. The power that exploded was enough to make people's hearts tremble.
Huang Laodao's expression changed.
"Okay, get out of the way." At this time, Ye Qinghuan's indifferent voice sounded, "Qingyun Temple, right? In the future, I will definitely give Qingyun Temple a blessing, and I will be glad for today's decision. Now, get out of the way!"
"Pfft, take care of yourself first now!"
Ji Yunxin immediately sneered, under such circumstances, Ye Qinghuan's words were simply ridiculous.
Huang Laodao felt helpless. He had tried his best, but he was no match for Song Longcheng, so he had no choice but to get out of the way.
As for the good fortune that Ye Qinghuan promised, he naturally didn't take it to heart. Although this young man had some talents, it would be a joke to say that he would give them a good fortune in Qingyun Temple.
"Storm, go!"
With the word "go" uttered, the small tornado in his palm reached its strongest state, suddenly flew out, and immediately began to surge wildly.
It's the size of a basketball, the size of a car, the size of a four-story building... In just a few breaths, this tornado has turned into the size of a building, surrounded by terrifying sharp blades that seem to be able to cut everything.
Fences, trees, and everything around them were cut rapidly by the tornado. Ye Qinghuan's face was condensed, and he did not dare to be careless at all, so he directly used the Sound-breaking Slash!
The Xuan Yan Sword disappeared, and in just a short moment, it appeared in the tornado. Suddenly there was a burst of light and blazing flames. This was not a real tornado. It was condensed from violent internal force and could be burned by Ye Qinghuan's Xuan Yan Sword.
"Um?"
Song Longcheng frowned slightly, a little surprised that Ye Qinghuan's sword could actually block his move.
However, this was just a casual blow from him.
Stretching out his palms again, Song Longcheng crossed his arms like Tai Chi. This time, five tornadoes were formed. In an instant, he had reached his peak state.
"go!"
Five tornadoes swept through again, and like before, they quickly enlarged and destroyed everything around them quickly.
Ye Qinghuan's face was even more solemn. He held the Xuan Yan Sword in his hand and swung it out like lightning. In just one breath, Ye Qinghuan had already cut dozens of pieces, and sword beams flew out instantly, forming a defensive barrier.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
A tornado hit the sword light defense. After consuming twenty sword lights, it finally gradually dissipated. Then the second, third... Ye Qinghuan had no time to cut out the sword light. In an instant, the two tornadoes instantly
Ye Qinghuan was swept away.
The violent tornado slashed wildly around Ye Qinghuan's body. His shirt was instantly shredded, revealing clean muscles. Even Ye Qinghuan's body was unable to withstand it, and blood stains instantly appeared.
"Ye Qinghuan!"
Yang Shan and Lin Wei's eyes trembled, and they couldn't help crying out in distress.
Ning Xiaoyi and Lin Shiyu also had their red lips slightly parted, and their faces showed deep worry. Ling Qingzhu also had trembling eyes.