I quit the sect and became a demon cultivator. Master and Sister kneel down to beg for forgiveness.

Li Changqing shattered several auras with his Tiangang Divine Fist, then used the Nine Yang Golden Body Technique in his palm and shattered several more with his bare hands.

With a puff, several more flames rushed out, and the fire of despair that had once swallowed up the situation surged out, blocking the remaining momentum.

"Senior Meng, Linxian Palace is your hard work after all. If the two of us great saints were to fight with all our might, I'm afraid it would be razed to the ground. Please move!"

Li Changqing's shadow flashed, and he flew out of the Linxian Palace.

Meng Youxian looked around the hall. Every brick and tile of this Linxian Hall was the result of his hard work. Even if the owner changed, it would be a pity to destroy it.

He then stepped into the air and chased after Li Changqing.

Everyone in the hall followed.

Above the void, the two great saints were surging with momentum, presenting a spectacle rarely seen in the world.

Even if he is not as good as those half-step emperors in Xuanyuan Lake, it is still appropriate to say that he is breathtaking.

At this time, Ye Ling'er, Xuanyuan Zhishui and others fell from the void.

After blocking the Second Palace Master of Tianxing, Duguxia, outside Linxian Pavilion, he returned to Linxian Pavilion in time.

Duguxia originally wanted to rush into Linxian Pavilion, rescue Meng Youxian, and counterattack Li Changqing one day.

However, his sphere of influence was a hundred miles away from Linxian Pavilion, and many of the sects in between, large and small, were instigated by Liang Jing to rebel.

The battle line was too long, and only a few major repairs could break through the defense line to provide support, which would inevitably result in heavy losses.

Meng Youxian sent someone to tell his second brother to leave and reorganize and gather the power of Tianxing Palace without worrying about his life or death.

Duguxia had no choice but to leave.

Xuanyuan Zhishui felt heartbroken as he watched the two of them fighting.

Ye Ling'er smiled and said, "The scenery of Linxian Pavilion is nice. Sister Zhishui, just sit down and enjoy the view!"

Since Li Changqing was able to challenge Meng Youxian in a duel, they must have had an agreement in advance. Otherwise, with Li Changqing's personality, it would be impossible for him to fight him.

Xuanyuan Zhishui didn't know much about Li Changqing, he only knew that Meng Youxian was a famous great sage.

"Sister Ling'er, the Dream Building Palace and the Chaos Soul Mountain have been at odds for many years. Don't you know Meng Youxian's strength?"

"When the Tianxing Palace ruled Luanhun Mountain, Meng Youxian, as a great sage, suppressed the long-established great cultivators, many of whom had entered the Great Sage realm!"

"None of them could break his immortal's touch. Some were killed, while others left with regret. Since then, the Chaos Soul Mountain has united as one, forming a secret alliance headed by the Tianxing Palace!"

"Of course I know this!"

Ye Ling'er still had a relaxed expression on her face.

Xuanyuan Zhishui was once a female knight, but after experiencing the tragedy of her family, her mentality changed.

In the past, I was determined to prove to my father that even without relying on the name of Xuanyuan clan, I could still carve out a place for myself.

After being angry for a few years, she realized that her father loved her the most.

Now that person has passed away, in the Xuanyuan family, she is just the owner of Xuanyuan Manor and has no relatives.

"Sit down, sister, don't worry!"

Ye Ling'er pulled her to sit down and saw the worry on her face.

She really didn't want to lose the people she cared about again.

"Some people are not born to be confined to the pond. Once they encounter wind and clouds, they are bound to transform into dragons. Chang Qing is such a person!"

Ye Ling'er stopped her hand and advised her.

"If you want to become his confidante, appreciate his heroic side, and join him in times of trouble, instead of worrying about gains and losses!"

"It's common for people like this to encounter difficulties. You just have to believe that he can get through it!"

"Even if you die, it's on the way to the summit. It's tragic and heroic. So pick yourself up and start your life."

Xuanyuan Zhishui looked at her in surprise.

"Sister Ling'er thinks so?"

Although he is clearly the same age as her, Ye Ling'er is open-minded and has a much broader mind than her.

It can be seen that she also cares about Li Changqing very much, but more importantly, she understands Li Changqing and is willing to be his confidant.

Ye Linger smiled lightly, "That's how you should think!"

She was practicing the Great Dream of Heaven. Rise and fall, life and death, and hardship all had their own natural course. If she could understand it, she would feel relieved.

Xin Xueyi cast a deep meaning on Ye Ling'er.

I can't help but sigh a lot.

In the Dream Building Palace, Ye Ling'er is mostly seen as a young girl.

This time he entered the martial arts world, and he adapted to it surprisingly quickly. His open-minded attitude truly embodies the style of Palace Master Ruyue.

Xuanyuan Zhishui felt a little relieved, but his eyes were still on Li Changqing.

Ye Ling'er was joking with the three maids and didn't care about the competition between Li Changqing and Meng Youxian at all.

It is said that watching the competition between top masters can help one understand the way of cultivation and is of great benefit to oneself, but she doesn't think so.

I don't want to be the best in the world, nor do I want to be a great repairer.

What's so good about fighting?

Meng Youxian laughed loudly in the sky, "I have experienced countless battles in my life, but it is you, a young man, who makes me feel refreshed!"

A yellow leaf was floating in the air. Meng Youxian raised his palm, and the yellow leaf fluttered like a butterfly. His palm shook slightly, and the yellow leaf broke into several pieces, breaking through the air and cutting off several branches of a big tree.

"I am like this yellow leaf. Even though it is falling, I still have the sharpness of the falling leaf. Can you trust me, Sixth Prince?"

Meng Youxian was not the master of the third palace at this time, but just a cultivator in the great saint realm.

Even the concerns about life and death were put aside, and his skills were improved to a higher level.

Li Changqing looked at the fallen branches on the ground, then rolled up his sleeves and inserted them into the tree trunk like a sharp blade.

"Of course I believe it, but I know that falling leaves are the end. I can only make the falling leaves beautiful, but I will not allow a perfect ending!"

Meng Youxian laughed loudly, "Haha, Sixth Prince, aren't you afraid that these words will arouse my fighting spirit?"

Li Changqing naturally saw that Meng Youxian's momentum was slowly reaching its peak.

Saying something else would surely make General Meng Youxian restrain his momentum.

But he didn't!

He needs Meng Youxian at his peak!

To fulfill his splendor in his wandering life is his promise to this hero, but to prevent him from having a perfect ending requires his own ability.

In such situations, Li Changqing would never take shortcuts.

He needs to use absolute strength to take down Linxian Pavilion, and let those who surrender to him predict the future of Li Changqing.

The facts turned out to be just as he expected.

Meng Youxian's competitive spirit was completely aroused. He not only wanted the magnificence of drifting, but also a perfect ending.

Li Changqing said that if he won, he could leave, but Meng Youxian would never live in vain. If Linxian Pavilion was disbanded, he should not exist.

There are three hall masters in Tianxing Hall. The second brother Duguxia is ruthless, the eldest brother Lingtianzhao is ambitious, but only Meng Youxian can be called a hero.

As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood, but that is not what he pursues.

"The green mountains are no longer my home, so I will be buried there."

Meng Youxian laughed.

"The Immortal touches the head!"

A sound like an explosion spread in the empty space.

Meng Youxian's gloved hands emitted a strong silver-white light, blocking out the sunlight.

Within a hundred feet, all the grass and trees bent down.

The whistling lightning gathered together and formed a huge palm, slowly descending towards Li Changqing's head.

The speed was not fast, but the overwhelming pressure it brought made it difficult to raise one's head even if one was a hundred feet away.

Meng Youxian was conceited. This was the strongest touch he had received since he had become an immortal, and he felt quite melancholy.

If he could have understood the meaning of this immortal touching his head earlier, perhaps he would have become a half-step emperor. Unfortunately...

Gong Shuyang closed his folding fan and said, "This is the touch of an immortal!"