When the white-haired old man appeared in front of Yang Ye, the barbarian lion's pupils shrank violently, and horror quickly filled his eyes, because he didn't even notice how the old man appeared. Based on this, he already understood the opponent's strength.
Definitely above him, but he had an arrow on the string at this time and had to shoot.
As a result, a ruthless look appeared in the barbarian lion's eyes, and the power in the huge lion's palm increased a bit.
At this moment, a sword light suddenly flashed across the field. The sword light was so fast that even the barbarian lion, who was already a strong spiritual level man, could not see it clearly. Immediately, his huge lion palm suddenly brought up a wave of sword light.
A column of blood flew out. Because the speed of the sword light was so fast, it took three breaths for the barbarian lion to feel the severe pain in his body.
"ah!"
A miserable scream resounded in the woods, and the wild lion's entire huge body fell to the ground. It looked at the white-haired old man, its huge eyes filled with fear.
Yang Ye, who was behind the white-haired old man, was also extremely shocked at this time. This barbarian lion was a spiritual-level strongman, and this spiritual-level strongman could not even sustain a move in the hands of this old man. Could this old man in front of him be a respected person?
The Realm of the Emperor? Or the legendary powerful person in the Emperor Realm?
The white-haired old man ignored the barbarian lion, but turned to look at Yang Ye. After sizing up Yang Ye, the white-haired old man smiled, nodded, and said: "I didn't expect that after so many years of decline, Jianzong finally appeared.
A good seedling, with a small amount of swordsmanship, haha, it’s really the Immortal Sword Sect! It gives the Sword Sect another genius!”
Hearing the words of the white-haired old man, Yang Ye hesitated for a moment, and then asked softly: "Is the senior the senior drunk Taoist of Jian Zong?"
A flash of surprise flashed in the white-haired old man's eyes, then he nodded and said: "That's right, boy, how did you know that I am a drunk Taoist?"
Hearing this, Yang Ye took a deep breath. He didn't expect that the old man in front of him was actually the legendary patron saint of Jianzong, Zui Taoist. Who doesn't know these three words? That's at least
A strong person above the emperor level!
Even more shocked than Yang Ye was the barbarian lion on the side. When he heard Zui Taoist admit his identity, the panic in his huge eyes became more intense. At the same time, he also gave up the idea of escape. In front of this super strong man from the southern region,
He is only a spiritual level, and he is not even qualified to escape!
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Yang Ye smiled bitterly, and then said: "Senior, thank you very much for saving my life, but I'm afraid I don't know that I am no longer a disciple of the Sword Sect!"
"Not a disciple of the Sword Sect?" The drunk Taoist frowned and said: "Boy, are you kidding me? I heard those unlucky guys from the Sword Sect say that someone in the Sword Sect has understood the meaning of the sword, so the old Taoist came from tens of thousands of miles away.
The purpose of coming here is to prevent your kid from getting rid of those who have bad intentions towards Jianzong. Now that the old Taoist has arrived, you say that you are not a disciple of the Jianzong. Are you treating the old Taoist like a monkey?"
Hearing this, Yang Ye twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "Senior, this junior is indeed no longer a disciple of the Sword Sect." After saying that, Yang Ye once again told what happened between him and the Sword Sect.
After listening to Yang Ye's words, the drunk Taoist's face darkened. After a while, the drunk Taoist shook his head and said: "Boy, your sword heart is clear and you have understood the sword's intention. Needless to say, the old Taoist also knows that you will definitely not be there."
As an experienced Taoist, he will naturally not force a person to join the Sword Sect!"
Hearing this, Yang Ye breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that the old man in front of him was like Su Qingshi. If he had to join the Jian Zong, he would be in trouble. He really didn't want to join the Jian Zong, even if Su Qingshi
Even if I have no hope, he will not join. Fortunately, the old man in front of me is reasonable!
The drunk Taoist glanced at Yang Ye, and then said: "Although you are no longer a disciple of Jian Zong, you are here to participate in the Qingyun Ranking on behalf of Jian Zong this time, so you can rest assured that among the hundreds of thousands of mountains this time, you
Any unfair treatment you receive, I will seek justice for you, let’s start with this spiritual-level mysterious beast!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the drunk Taoist turned around, but he didn't see any movement. He only saw a sword light flashing past the field again, and then the spirit-level barbarian lion's head flew out before he could react. At the same time, the drunk Taoist
The figure also disappeared strangely.
"Boy, go kill as much as you want in these hundred thousand mountains. It's best to get rid of Yuan Tong from Yuanmen and Li Xianjun from Guizong. Don't worry, there won't be any strong spirit-level people appearing in these ten thousand mountains."
Among the thousands of mountains!"
On the mountain peak more than a thousand miles away in the Qingyun Mountains, the figure of the drunk Taoist suddenly appeared in the field, causing the expressions of everyone on the top of the mountain to change.
"Senior Zui?" Qingyunzi was the first to come back to his senses, looked at Mr. Zui, and asked in shock.
At this time, Su Qingshi and Yu Heng also came to their senses. They bowed to the drunk Taoist master and said respectfully: "I have met the drunk master uncle!"
Seeing this scene, everyone in the venue suddenly took a breath of cold air. The white-haired old man in front of them turned out to be the super strong man in the Southern Region, Drunken Taoist.
The withered bones on the side suddenly looked a little ugly. The grudges between the Sword Sect and the Ghost Sect lasted for generations. If the man in front of him took action against him, what else could he do besides waiting for death? Escape? Don't be kidding, he is a respected person.
How can a strong person in the realm escape in front of a drunk Taoist who was already in the emperor realm a thousand years ago?
Although the difference is only one level, this level is truly a world of difference. The gap in the middle cannot be made up by any technique or magic!
In addition to the ugly face of the withered bones, Hu Zongyuan's face on the side also looked extremely ugly. He naturally knew about the super strong man in the Southern Region in front of him. Like everyone else, he did not expect that a small Qingyun List could actually do this.
Let this legendary super strong man appear, if the other party comes to trouble him because of the previous incident
Thinking of this idea, Hu Zongyuan could not help but tremble in his heart!
The drunk Taoist ignored Qing Yunzi's question, nodded slightly to Su Qingshi, then looked at Yu Heng and said, "Are you now the sword-holding elder of the Sword Sect?"
Yu Heng nodded quickly.
"How did you become the sword-wielding elder?" The drunk Taoist suddenly said angrily: "Others have blatantly violated the rules of Qingyun Bang, but you, as the sword-wielding elder of the Sword Sect, have turned a blind eye.
When did Zong reach the point where he was blatantly bullied?"
Cold sweat suddenly flowed down Yu Heng's forehead. Of course he did not dare to talk back and could only remain silent.
The drunk Taoist shook his head and said: "Jianzong has indeed declined in recent years. It doesn't matter if it declines. As long as the people of Jianzong still have the backbone and blood, then there is still hope for Jianzong. And if the people of Jianzong don't even have these
If you lose it and become timid in doing things, then the Sword Sect is truly doomed!"
"Senior, my Xuan Beast clan did not bully the Sword Sect." The Hu Sect on the side was about to say something.
However, at this moment, the drunk Taoist suddenly turned his head to look at Hu Zongyuan and shouted: "The old Taoist is talking, when will it be your turn to interrupt!" As soon as he finished speaking, the drunk Taoist figure strangely disappeared from the place.
"Snapped!"
A crisp sound suddenly sounded in the field, and Hu Zongyuan flew out directly under the horrified eyes of everyone, but at this time, Zui Taoist had already returned to the original place.
With the strength of everyone present, everyone had seen something before, that is, a red slap mark appeared on Hu Zongyuan’s face.
Of course, what shocked everyone more was the strength of Zui Taoist. A powerful person in the Venerable Realm could not even fight back in front of him. With such strength, apart from a few people in the Southern Territory, who else could be his opponent? Now everyone
I understand one thing, that is why Jianzong has declined to this point, but it still exists and is still one of the six major forces!
Because there is this drunk Taoist in Jian Zong!
Qingyunzi's face on the side also became serious. From the previous actions of Zui Taoist, he already knew the gap between him and Zui Taoist. No, he was not at the same level as the white-haired old man in front of him. It should be said that among Yuanmen,
Except for the head coach, no one can be the opponent of the old man in front of me!
To be precise, there are probably not many people in the Southern Region who are qualified to be the opponent of the old man in front of me!
At this moment, everyone present was thinking this.