The old man opposite was Yuan Daoling, the leader of the Shengyuan Sect.
"Looking for death!" Outside the formation, nearly a hundred saints shouted angrily. Although the color was different from the holy robe on Yuan Daoling, the cloud patterns at the corners of the cloak were exactly the same, and they were obviously disciples of the Holy Yuan Sect.
"Liang Yicheng, are you really determined to join this old man?" Yuan Daoling's eyes flashed with anger, but he forced himself to not have an attack, waved his hand, and looked at another old man trapped in the formation.
The old man was thin and clear, with a clear face on his body, and his body was full of elegance and dust. However, his injuries were a little heavier than Zhen Fengliu. Not only did his face look as miserable as gold paper, but his body was covered in blood. Obviously, his meridians were covered in meridians.
There are many ruptures.
"Zheng Master Yuan, the grudge between your Shengyuan Sect and Yelang Sect, I, Chenxing Sect, should not have intervened, but Zou Master Zhen has saved us. Now they are in trouble, how can I stand by and watch?"
The old man shook his head and said with neither humility nor arrogantness. Although he was seriously injured, his expression was still so clear and quiet.
"Master Liang, you have suffered a great disaster. It is not easy to find such a place to live. I really have the heart to destroy it like this?" Seeing this, Yuan Daoling added some respect to him and his words were also
Be much more polite.
"My Chenxing Sect has established rules since ancient times. Later disciples acted only with confidence and with the heaven and earth. If I am ungrateful today, what is the point of even staying in these broken halls? Master Yuan,
Forgive me," Liang Yicheng said. His expression was still so detached and indifferent, but his eyes were extremely firm.
Hearing these righteous words, even the people around the formation were in awe.
"Master Liang, it's better to do this. As long as you don't interfere in this matter today, I will not only let you down, but will also help you return to the Lingji Realm in the future. I think the face of my Shengyuan Sect and Zhanxin Sect will still be
I want to give it." Seeing Liang Yicheng's calm face but firm look, Yuan Daoling even more wanted to make friends. After a moment of silence, he spoke again.
Hearing these words, the dozens of disciples of the Chenxing Sect who were also seriously injured behind Liang Yicheng's eyes lit up.
After all, Chenxing Sect is a top-grade sect. They were forced by Zhanxin Sect to leave their hometown and escape from Luoxing Gorge. They were naturally full of unwillingness and dreamed of returning to the Lingji Realm.
But they also knew that Zhan Xin Sect has always been cruel and ruthless. If they could really keep their promises and let them go, it would be God's blessing. How could they give them a chance to make a comeback? If they don't go back, they might still be able to keep a trace of blood for the sect. Go back,
It's definitely a dead end!
However, it would be different if the Shengyuan Sect was willing to help.
This is the leader of the eighteen Saints in Xuanji Realm. Even though they are far away in Lingji Realm, they have all heard of the name of Shengyuan Sect. Although there has been no news for thousands of years, judging from today's situation
, this ancient sect still has the power to remain undiminished. Even if it is not as good as its peak, it is definitely not comparable to the ordinary holy sect. Zhan Xin Sect can not give others face, but Shengyuan Sect has to give some face.
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"Zhengmaster Yuan, I have decided, I forgive me." Unfortunately, Liang Yicheng was unmoved at all and said neither humbly nor arrogantly.
After hearing what the sect leader said, the disciples behind him could not help but look disappointed in their eyes.