Six hundred and sixtieth eight chapters before and after respect
Hearing this female voice, Xie Jia Xiaojiu not only did not stop, but stabbed Ye Tian fiercely, "Go to hell!"
This is not the boy's impulsiveness, but he knows that the elixirs mastered by the Ye family are really important and can impress many people.
Ye Tian's body twisted suddenly and turned to face him.
He is not a person with extraordinary talents, and he usually uses his right hand to wield a knife. Now he wields a knife with his left hand, and his combat power is obvious. But facing this shot, he is fearless, "I will hold you back even if I die!"
The knife in his hand did not resist the shot and allowed the opponent to stab his chest. The knife in his hand slashed directly to the opponent's neck... It was just a life-for-life.
He heard what the female cultivator Lan Xiang said, but he knew better that the female cultivator should be dozens of feet away. He couldn't count on anyone else to help Jie Jia's shot, and his right hand was injured and he couldn't resist it.
Then, we can only exchange lives for lives.
"My sister has the qualification of nine yin and yang, please send me..." He only had time to shout this, but he didn't finish.
"Seeking death!" The female cultivator shouted sharply, and saw a white light coming from a distance, and cut Jie Jia Xiaojiu into two pieces with one knife, "How dare you not listen to my order, Lan Xiang?"
"I..." Xiaojiu of the Jie family kept struggling on the ground. If he was cut in half, the person would not die for a while. He never dreamed that the other party would not care at all and just cut him with one knife.
He looked at the other party in astonishment, his eyes full of horror and confusion, "I am from Panlong City."
"I don't care who you are," the person who came was a second-level spirit fairy. She sneered, raised the long knife in her hand and pointed it at the fifth uncle, "You dare to cause trouble in Lan Xiang's territory. Are you tired of living?"
As soon as the fifth uncle saw him, he knew that the other party was far beyond his own cultivation level. He really dared to get angry but dared not speak out. He could only smile bitterly and said, "We are here to participate in the exchange meeting. Sir, please calm down."
"This is how you should be as a human being!" In the simple awning, the delicate little girl's eyes lit up.
"Senior... you have to follow the rules, right?" A young man in a yellow shirt walked slowly over. He was also a member of the cavalry, but he was in the front half of the cavalry and a high-level spirit immortal.
This level of cultivation is very impressive... If you don't count the existence of bugs like Chen Taizhong, the high-level immortals are not particularly frightened against the Shangsheng Sect. Even the immortals are like ants.
You must know that the sect of the sect only has five heavenly immortals in total, and its main combat power is high-level spiritual immortals.
"As for my disciple Lan Xiang, these are the rules." The second-level spirit immortal sneered and pointed his sword at the opponent, "Do you have any objections?"
"I am the patrol commander of the main palace of Panlong City," the young master in yellow shirt replied with a half-smile, and then looked around, the smile on his face became more and more weird, "You are the only disciple of your sect?"
"What do you want to say? Just say it," the second-level spirit immortal continued to sneer.
"If I were you, I would retreat right now," the young man in yellow shirt said calmly, "If you kill my people in Panlong City, I won't care about you. You must know that you can't go back if you are proud."
"Sir, they want to kill my brother and sister." When Ye Tian saw this, his knees softened and he fell to the ground. Blood was still pouring out of his shoulders. The scarlet red color was slowly washed away by the rain.
flowed to the ground.
He screamed loudly, "They also want to rob us of our belongings for the conference!"
He didn't know if the other party would mind such nosy matters, but at this moment, he had no choice. Once the disciples of the sect left, there would be only death waiting for him.
"Oh?" The second-level spirit immortal raised his brows, glanced sideways at him, and then asked the young man in yellow, "Is what this man said true?"
"That thing was lost in my city lord's palace," the yellow-shirted young master replied lazily, "it is now hidden in this person's body. He is just a casual cultivator. Where can there be any trading of valuables?"
"There is an order in the faction that those participating in the trading conference are not allowed to rob each other," the second-level spirit immortal shook the long knife in his hand and spoke decisively, "Those who disobey the order will be punished!"
"You... want to protect a casual cultivator?" The young man in yellow's eyes widened, as if he had heard the most incredible words.
"I'm not a casual cultivator, I have a family!" Ye Tian shouted.
"If I were you, I would leave right now. It's not worth tearing everyone apart because of a casual cultivator." The young man in yellow shirt stared at the face of the second-level spirit immortal and spoke calmly, but his hand reached for the storage bag.
Although he is a member of the government, he does not want to offend the disciples of the sect in the other party's territory. He just wants to drive them away. If the other party really doesn't open his eyes, then... he will just kill him. It's just a second-level spirit.
Just a fairy.
"I, Lan Xiang, have an order, how dare you disobey me?" The second-level spirit fairy narrowed his eyes and spoke in a sinister tone.
"I'm the one who annoys you the most, the sect disciples. At worst, whoever sees you will have a share in it," the young man in yellow frowned, took out a jade plate, and said calmly, "Kill that kid first!"
"Lord Shangpai," Ye Tian roared at the top of his lungs, but he stood up unsteadily, holding a short knife tightly in his hand, "We came here because we believe in the credibility of your sect!"
What he is most worried about is that Lan Xiang is colluding with the other party. Between these two giants, the small Ye family is not worth mentioning at all. It is really no different from casual cultivators.
Precisely because of this, it is impossible for the Ye family to come to Lanxiang to trade alone before the conference. First of all, it would be difficult for them to see the sect disciples. Secondly, who knows if the sect will just steal things without giving anything in return?
They just want to show things off at the trading conference and trade them to those in need - in full public view, they can ensure that the things will not be robbed. As for Lan Xiang... he is just an arbitration and guarantee role.
Now, what the Ye family is most worried about is about to happen. Only two forces are present, and the people from the City Lord's Mansion have already made a request to share the spoils.
"Young man, just accept your death in peace," before he could finish his words, a three-pole spirit immortal walked towards him with a ferocious smile, "You are about to die, how can you come up with so many words?"
"Do you really dare to disobey my Lan Xiang's order?" The second-level spirit fairy's face sank, and he was about to raise his sword and take action, but saw the young man in yellow directly holding up the jade plate and spinning it in the air, and in the blink of an eye his blood rose.
It reached the size of two feet.
He chuckled and said, "If you take action, don't blame me for bullying you."
"How brave!" At this moment, another light scolding came, "How dare you say that you, my Lan Xiang disciple, bully the young?"
When everyone heard the words, they were all startled. When they heard the sound, they looked around, but at some point, a man and a woman were standing not far away.
The dark-faced man put his hands behind his back and looked at everyone present. The woman stood behind him and raised her hand to hold an umbrella for him.
The young man in yellow robe glanced at him and turned pale with fright. He hurriedly raised his hands and said, "Sir... I forgive you, I will leave now."
"Xiaoliu, kill him," Chen Taizhong raised his hand, took the umbrella from Li Xiaoliu's hand, and said calmly, "If he doesn't die, you will die... If you dare to bully the disciples of my sect in my Lanxiang territory,
?”
"I am the commander of Panlong City Lord's Mansion," the young master in yellow shirt shouted, turned around and fled like an arrow. He no longer lost the grace and arrogance he had just before, and screamed without his life, "If you kill me,
, is to provoke the government!"
His arrogance was based on the fact that there were no disciples from other sects around him. Seeing that the other party not only had reinforcements, but also a master whose cultivation level he could not judge, he could run as fast as he could - who would let him
Why was he being so mean just now?
Even though the female cultivator holding the umbrella was an intermediate spirit immortal, he didn't dare to stop.
However, he felt that the other party would not kill him... I have escaped and gave you Lan Xiang the face.
The next moment, he felt his body shake. When he looked down, he was shocked to find that his body below the chest was cut open by a white light. He couldn't help but be a little shocked, "How... is this possible?"
This was his last thought in the Fenghuang Realm.
Li Xiaoliu was also very satisfied with her sword, but because she spent a lot of spiritual energy to perform the shrinking technique, her face was a little pale.
She picked up the man's storage bag, gathered her strength and returned to Chen Taizhong, handed the storage bag with both hands, "Dongshang man... fortunately you have lived up to your fate!"
A native of Dongshang? Everyone present felt as if they were struck by thunder when they heard these three words - this black-faced man turned out to be Dongyi Ming?
"Anyone who dares to challenge the power of my Lan Xiang Tian will be punished no matter how far away he is," Chen Taizhong put his hands behind his back and spoke calmly. He actually likes to show off, but he really has no interest in this kind of ant, "Leave it to you.
Alright, take care of it."
"People from Dongshang, we are here to participate in the exchange meeting, what do you mean by grabbing the storage bags?" Someone shouted, but because of the rain, it was not clear who was shouting.
"That storage bag was stolen from Lan Xiang! Haha!" Ye Tian laughed loudly, feeling indescribably happy in his heart. He was so happy and relieved that the person who robbed someone else was robbed.
Li Xiaoliu glanced at him indifferently, nodded slightly, and said to herself that this guy is quite interesting. In fact, as a disciple of the sect, she doesn't mind saying "I'll just rob you and you will do whatever you want", but now that someone is out to mess around, she won't
stop.
"In that case, we have no choice but to go to this trading conference," a middle-aged man with a long beard came out and spoke with a stern face. Judging from his cultivation, he was only a middle-level spiritual immortal, but his words had some rules.
"Come if you like me, or get out if you don't!" Li Xiaoliu waved his hand unceremoniously, "Come to my Lanxiang ground and don't abide by my rules. Is it still reasonable?"
"Lan Xiang has a big rule. After we go back, we should tell others," the middle-aged man with a long beard said with a livid face.
It stands to reason that the balance of power is extremely disparate now, and it is irrational for him to speak like this, but he has no choice but to say so, because the leader in the yellow shirt has a large amount of spiritual stones in his storage bag.
So he could only threaten - if you steal our storage bags, I will publicize it to you.
The host of the conference robs other people’s storage bags. Let’s see how you explain it to others! Do you still want to host this conference?
Of course, when he said this, he did not consider that it was actually his own side who wanted to kill people first.