Everyone, regardless of family or ordinary people, looked at Yang Yifei and Liu Qianqian with resentment.
"You dare to kill the immortal master, you deserve to die."
"If the Immortal Master dies here, we won't survive. Only by killing you can the Immortal Master be noble and let us go."
"Kill them, kill them."
The crowd shouted loudly.
Their faces were distorted, looking more like evil spirits than human beings.
"what happened?"
Yang Yifei asked.
Liu Jingfeng sighed: "The rules of the Immortal Sect are that if you see an Immortal Master in danger and fail to save him, resulting in the Immortal Master's death, everyone nearby will die."
"What a fairy sect rule."
Yang Yifei sneered: "Are you willing to do that?"
"So what if you don't want to give in?"
The eldest elder of the Liu family seemed to be crying and laughing: "Those who are unwilling to give in are dead, they are all dead.
We are going to die too."
"Sir, what should I do?"
Liu Qianqian looked at Yang Yifei in horror.
"Don't worry, with me here, not to mention the Lingxia Sect, even the Wanshan Sect, even all the immortal sects can't hurt you."
Yang Yifei said proudly.
Everyone in the Liu family didn't believe it.
They just sat paralyzed and gave up resistance even when others rushed to kill them.
"kill!"
An elder of the Sun family shouted loudly: "Only by killing them all and destroying the Liu family will the immortal master forgive our sins."
"Kill them all."
Others shouted loudly and rushed over as hard as they could.
"waste."
Seeing the appearance of everyone in the Liu family, Yang Yifei yelled and cursed: "Your destiny is in your own hands.
If you don't accept your fate, what if you are an immortal sect?"
"Yeah, so what if it's a fairy gate?"
Liu Qianqian mustered up her courage, suddenly pulled out her sword, and danced it quickly.
Swish, swish, swish... She used the strength of the Qi Refining Realm to activate the long sword, a top-quality magic weapon. The power increased several steps, and the sword light shot out, instantly killing a large number of people who rushed towards her.
The people behind him stopped quickly and did not dare to step forward.
"Liu Jingfeng, are you still stubborn?"
Zhou Zhengxiong, the head of the Zhou family, shouted loudly: "No one can provoke the Immortal Sect.
If you capture the two of them, you still have a chance to defend yourself in front of the Immortal Master, otherwise, when the Immortal Master’s army arrives, your Liu family will surely perish.”
Liu Jingfeng looked at Yang Yifei and Liu Qianqian, hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed and picked up the weapon: "Mr. Yang, I'm sorry."
Yang Yifei sarcastically said: "What a good dog."
Some people kneel for a long time and their knees take root, making them unable to stand up.
Everyone surrounded Yang Yifei and Liu Qianqian.
Liu Qianqian held the magic sword nervously.
Yang Yifei stood proudly with his hands behind his back and ignored these people at all.
Those families did not dare to step forward, and the two sides faced off.
"Who dares to challenge our Lingxia sect?"
A loud shout suddenly came from a distance.
A huge flying boat came across the sky. The boat had three floors, and was a hundred feet long from head to tail. It was so richly decorated that from a distance, it looked like it was made of gold.
On top of the flying boat, stood an imposing crowd of hundreds of people, all wearing clothes embroidered with colorful clouds. They were members of the Lingxia sect.
The leader, who looked to be forty or fifty years old, wore a miter, a robe, and carried a long sword with pine patterns on his back. He had a misty breath, and when his eyes opened and closed, there was a light shining, and he was surrounded by clouds.
He is clearly a master in the Qi Refining Realm.
"Oh my god, it's Fan Jiren, the master of the Lingxia Sect's War Palace."
Someone exclaimed.
"The master of the War Palace is here in person, and hundreds of people from the entire Lingxia are here. Is this an overwhelming force?"
Liu Jingfeng murmured to himself.
"Master Fan, you have to make the decision for me, Master Linglong."
The two maids of Master Linglong who had been unconscious suddenly jumped up and cried loudly: "They killed Master Linglong."
"What?"
Fan Jiren was shocked.
When he received the summons from Master Linglong, he didn't take it seriously. It was just a Qi refining realm. There were several of them in the Lingxia sect, and they could suppress it with a backhand.
However, in order to warn the cities under his command, he still mobilized the flying boat and brought his disciples over, but he did not expect that Master Linglong was already dead.
For a moment, the entire spaceship was in commotion.
It has been many years since a non-immortal disciple killed an immortal disciple.
Unexpectedly, it would happen now on the territory of their Lingxia sect.
If this person is not eliminated, how can the Lingxia Sect gain a foothold?
"who?
I will send a disciple to tell you who killed him."
Fan Jiren said angrily.
Wow... everyone stepped back, revealing Yang Yifei and Liu Qianqian in the crowd.
"You two are so brave!"
Fan Jiren cursed angrily: "If you dare to kill my Lingxia disciples, how do you want to die?"
"This is exactly what I want to say."
Yang Yifei said calmly: "You dare to provoke me and make me kneel down to you. How do you want to die?"
Hiss... everyone suddenly gasped.
I really saw an immortal today.
Where did this kid get the confidence to kill Master Linglong? How dare he say such a thing when faced with the master of the battle hall of the Lingxia sect, who is responsible for fighting, and hundreds of masters of the Lingxia sect?
Even if you are looking for death, this is not the way to find it.
Fan Jiren's eyes were cold: "Are you sure you said this to me?"
"That's right."
Yang Yifei stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an aura of pride.
"very good.
I have lived for decades. I have seen people like you, but they don’t live long.”
Fan Jiren narrowed his eyes.
The words just fell.
Fan Jiren raised his hand, and the long sword with pine patterns behind him was automatically unsheathed and fell into his hand.
He struck down with his sword from afar.
Boom! A sword energy dozens of meters long fell from the sky. The huge sword energy seemed like an angry dragon falling from the sky.
Yang Yifei ducked sideways.
After that huge sword energy hit the ground, a huge crack tens of centimeters wide and about fifteen or sixty feet long opened in the hard bluestone ground of the square.
"Oh my God, is this the strength of a Qi Refining Realm master?"
"One sword slashed out nearly a hundred feet, so terrifying."
"It's amazing. This kid is dead now."
Everyone exclaimed.
For people in a remote place like Xuanyang City who have never seen a master of the Qi Refining Realm take action, Fan Jiren's sword can be called a miracle.
"Boy, you're lucky."
Fan Jiren sneered: "Next, you won't have such good luck."
"Yeah?"
Yang Yifei glanced at him casually.
Sure enough, the Immortal Sect has ruled this world for too long, which has resulted in the Immortal Sect disciples being aloof and superior. Anyone who is not an Immortal Sect disciple is treated as a human being and is killed at will without even bothering to find a reason.
In this case, I will start killing you until you are afraid.
A coldness flashed in Yang Yifei's eyes.
Fan Jiren raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
Whoosh! The pine-patterned sword in his hand suddenly flew up, turned into a sword light, and rushed towards Liu Qianqian.
In his eyes, Yang Yifei was just building a foundation. He must be the woman's follower and not worth mentioning.
Only Liu Qianqian, who was also in the Qi Refining realm, was valued by him.