The world's first fairy gate

Respectable people bully others and pay attention to a "teacher who is famous". To avenge Meng Xianwu is the position of Taixuan Palace.

Zhou Wenxuan placed his confidants among his disciples in advance, Jinghu Daoist swept the formation, and they added fuel and vinegar behind them, waving the flag and shouting.

It's really a "seamless" calculation.

The magic pill is a hot potato to Xie Qiuhan, but it is a rare treasure to those who have schemes.

Xie Qiuhan actually understood the reason for the crime of being pregnant with Bi, but he thought that others would not dare to do anything wrong under the watchful eyes of everyone.

But after all, he was inexperienced in the world, so how could he know that someone could play tricks on imposing crimes.

Elder Sister naturally understood this trick, and said firstly: "As far as I know, it was Master Meng who first colluded with Kong Ming and seriously injured Junior Brother Xie before reaping the consequences."

Others also echoed: "That's right, you, the head teacher of 'Love and Strictness', colluded with traitors, murdered Xian Zuo, and you have done it yourself!"

This is really not good to hear, the old real person has been in a high position for a long time, where has he seen such an unworthy disciple, and immediately said angrily: "What nonsense!"

As he said that, he flicked his sleeves and threw out two bursts of true energy again and again, which was extremely ruthless.

At the same time, the big disciples from all the palaces entered and exited at the same time, all working together to carry them down. Comparing the two, it seems that the old man is unreasonable.

There is a grievance and a debtor, the old real man can make it difficult for Xie Qiuhan if he saves face, but he can't kill all the disciples of Jiugong, otherwise he will really be crushed by his colleagues.

With the help of all the big disciples, Xie Qiuhan breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still uneasy.

As if wanting to confirm his thoughts, Zhou Wenxuan suddenly opened his mouth without haste and asked, "Meng Zhangjiao colluded with Kong Ming? Dare I ask where did you find out?"

A disciple sneered: "Everyone knows that Zhangjiao Meng and Kong Ming murdered Xianzuo together. It's just that Xianzuo didn't announce it because of the face of the teachers in Taixuan Palace. Do you want to say that he is Wronged?"

"Oh? Is that so?" Zhou Wenxuan paused, turned his head to Wei Jin and asked, "Brother, you and I were in Qiongqi's nest that day, and we clearly heard the head teacher angrily scolding Kong Ming, bluntly saying that Xie Qiuhan colluded with this person , exchanged news with the Demon Sect, could it be that I remembered wrongly?"

Wei Jin hesitated for a moment, "That's right."

"That's right," Zhou Wenxuan turned his attention to the disciples again, "There were also many brothers from the outer sect present, everyone said I was right?"

There was a moment of silence.

There were also several outer disciples present, and they all nodded hesitantly.

"... Having said that, I also remembered that Headmaster Meng really said so that day."

On that day, Meng Xianwu was indeed righteous and awe-inspiring, sharing the same hatred with the enemy.

Zhou Wenxuan received a satisfactory answer, and said earnestly: "There is no conclusion on this matter, and there is no one to prove it. It's just a rumor. Please don't believe me, brothers and sisters, so that I, the head teacher of Taixuan Palace, will suffer unfair injustice! "

What he said was modest and emotional, and the onlookers were really shaken, and there was a lot of discussion in the hall for a while.

Xie Qiuhan looked at Zhou Wenxuan, he had such an eloquent mouth, it was clearly a nail in the coffin, but it made him turn black and white.

Seeing him looking over, Zhou Wenxuan smiled back with contempt and arrogance.

But amidst the noisy discussion, a voice rang out, trembling, but somewhat firm: "No, that's not the case..."

The crowd followed the sound.

Tan Heping boiled himself as soon as he opened his mouth, but the magic of this person is that he can separate timidity and fear of getting into trouble, "...the reason why Zhangjiao Meng said that day was to deceive senior brother Xie to reveal the immortality. Zuo's whereabouts are not what you said."

Zhou Wenxuan narrowed his eyes and said, "This junior, it's better not to say anything without evidence."

Tan Heping pouted his head and said, "Then, let me say something reasonable. On that day, two senior brothers fell into the lake, and Zhangjiao Meng refused to save them. Everyone saw it with their own eyes!"

Zhou Wenxuan frowned, knowing that the matter was wrong, and unwilling to entangle, "Even if..."

The courage accumulated in Tan Heping's belly was about to run out. He didn't let Zhou Wenxuan say me, but closed his eyes and finished his stomach in one breath: "Actually, you are bullying the outer sect not as good as you! Zhangjiao Meng colluded with bad people , you Taixuan Palace is bullying others, and Zixiao Mountain is so chaotic, you account for half of the credit... No, [-]%! Now that the Immortal Seat is back, you... ah!"

Tan Heping opened his eyes and found that he was smashing to the ground with a mighty force.

All the great disciples were so focused on protecting Xie Qiuhan that poor Tan Heping was dragged out by a move of fetching objects from the air.

At the same time, the real Jinghu was showing a fierce look in his eyes, and there was a lot of old disrespect in the folds of his face.

It turned out that Master Jinghu had long been impatient with the quarreling of these ants-like little disciples, and asked him to see if he had anything to say, just kill him!

It's not that this old man doesn't know that his actions are untenable, but he has lived a long time, put aside the foreign things, and lived "back to basics".

There were three disciples under Master Jinghu, two of them have long since fallen, leaving only one ineffective Meng Xianwu, even if it is mud, he has to be supported on the wall.

But Meng Xianwu, who he spent a lot of time cultivating, just died in the Valley of Monster Beasts.

This is a personal grudge.

More importantly, Meng Xianwu has only one disciple, Wei Jin, who is the prince's son, and will have to return to the capital in the future.

Therefore, when Meng Xianwu died alone, he also ended the influence of Master Jinghu's lineage in Zixiao Mountain.

This made him furious.

It's going to be the end of the world, who cares what is fair or not!

Just when Tan Heping was almost at risk of death, a figure shot out from the disciples like a sharp arrow, trying to grab him before Tan Heping fell to the ground.

boom--

The two collided under a withered and yellow tree, and the fallen leaves fell down.

The crooked-necked tree has survived the wind, the frost and the sword, and still has a little yellow leaves to cover the bare branches, but it didn't expect that before the winter came, it had already left the leaves in the sinister heart.

Xie Qiuhan's ears and eyes were buzzing, and he recovered quickly after a period of dizziness. He turned his head and saw that the peace talks were like gold paper, with blood gurgling from his ears, but he was seriously injured.

Immediately, he was burning with anxiety, "Talking about Junior Brother? Talking about Junior Brother!"

When Tan Heping heard him calling himself, he barely opened his eyes, and wanted to say a few words of comfort, but just as he opened his mouth, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Xie Qiuhan's heart was half cold.

Tan Heping spoke up for him, but because of this, he was killed by an adulterer and seriously injured, how embarrassing he was!

The Jinghu real person succeeded in one blow, and finally let out a breath of aggrieved air, and stood in front of the disciples with his hands up and down.

Seeing this change of situation, those followers of Taixuan Palace were all elated.

Xie Qiuhan's expression changed for a while, and finally raised his head, Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and broke another dead branch without changing his color.

Jinghu sneered, just flung his sleeves to make a move——

"Hey, wait a minute," Zhou Wenxuan suddenly stepped forward and stood in front of him.

Although the disrespectful old man showed displeasure on his face, he unexpectedly did not attack, Ren Zhou Wenxuan interrupted his words.

Xie Qiuhan said softly, "Zhou Wenxuan, how are you doing?"

"What about me?" Zhou Wenxuan said with a smile: "There is an injustice and a debtor, how about this, Junior Brother Xie kowtows three times to Headmaster Meng here to comfort the late teacher?"

"Kowtow?" Xie Qiuhan lowered his eyes, making his expression hard to see, "You two have to bear it."

Master Jinghu raised his beard when he heard his wild words, but before he could say anything, he saw Xie Qiuhan jump up and attack him.

The boy's figure shot straight out like an ice edge, but it didn't bring a trace of air current, and none of the fallen leaves in the air touched his body. It seemed that the world had been separated by a thin line from him.

The line quickly became a little whirlwind.

Using dead branches as swords, he directly attacked the opponent's face, so fast that it was almost impossible to see the moves, but it caused a buzzing sound.

The old man raised his eyes sharply, without moving, "...a boy who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth."

The killing intent was heavy in the words.

Xie Qiuhan had already come to him.

Xie Qiuhan didn't make any small fuss anymore, only then did Xie Qiuhan know what a Void-level real person is. In front of him is a thousand-foot-high mountain pressing down on his back, and a dragon dormant in the abyss, which is creepy.

But Xie Qiuhan didn't show any fear, but quietly raised his eyebrows.

—He never thought of hitting a stone with an egg at all.

"Roar--"

A long howl piercing the sky and rumbling sounded, the sky trembled, and a white-haired beast descended from the sky.

The expression on Jinghu's wrinkled old face suddenly changed, and the next moment, Qiongqi, with the body of an ancient giant beast and the pressure of a demigod, opened his mouth wide and pressed down!

At the same time, Xie Qiuhan's body bent backwards at an angle that was difficult for ordinary people to do, and he performed a backflip in mid-air, brazenly sending this move to Zhou Wenxuan's back!

It was just a dead branch, but it should not be underestimated.

Everyone exclaimed: "Sword Intent! It's Sword Intent!"

Xie Qiuhan actually entered the way of the sword!

That sword intent was extremely sharp, it was actually the intent of death.

Xie Qiuhan hit with one blow, Zhou Wenxuan was hit hard on the back and fell forward like a parabola.

Xie Qiuhan followed closely behind, and the dead branch wrapped itself around like a lively snake.

Seeing that Zhou Wenxuan was about to be stabbed by this sword, he might die.

Everyone's hearts tightened, Zhou Wenxuan was the son of Zhou Shen, and Xie Qiuhan had his back on the fairy seat. Once this person died, the secret struggle that had been going on in Zixiao Mountain for many days would come to the surface.

At this critical juncture, there was only a clang, and a sword was stretched out from the side, blocking the dead branch.

Xie Qiuhan floated to the ground.

It turned out that it was Wei Jin holding up the sword to protect each other.

Zhou Wenxuan fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood, but his life was safe. He got up with hands and feet, and said, "Thank you, brother!"

Wei Jin said, "I didn't save you."

Zhou Wenxuan was taken aback: "What?"

Xie Qiuhan's expression changed, and he threw the dead branch that had been broken in half to the ground.

The wind blew his forehead hair, and a strand of blue hair hung in front of his eyes.

Wei Jin stared and stopped.

He couldn't stop Xie Qiuhan, and it was clear that Xie Qiuhan stopped by himself and broke the dead branch.

On the other side, Master Jinghu also lost the arrogant look he had at the beginning.

After all, Qiongqi once dominated Lingnan, and was besieged by many powerful men for half a month before he was defeated. He didn't think much of an old man at all.

It didn't even use spells, it just used its natural fangs and claws as weapons, and crushed the old man to death.

Seeing that Qiongqi's end was almost done, Xie Qiuhan shouted, "Qongqi, come back!"

He is not a woman's benevolence, but considering that Yunfang is not in the mountains after all, if he touches the lives of the old and young in Taixuan Palace, it is hard to say whether it will affect the whole body and destroy Yunfang's plan in the Nine Palaces .

Qiongqi listened to him, besides, an old man is no fun, so he rolled in the air and headed towards Xie Qiuhan.

He also licked his paws, and there was a rumbling sound of closeness in his throat.

But at the moment when it relaxed its guard, Xie Qiuhan suddenly shouted: "Be careful!"

Qiongqi turned his head awe-inspiringly, and saw Jinghu Daoist's eyes bursting with light, throwing a mottled bronze piece without warning!

The old man knew that he was not Qiongqi's opponent, and repeatedly showed weakness, but he actually hid such a trick!

But the bronze piece was only a thin piece, looking dilapidated and dilapidated, Qiongqi looked at it intently, didn't care, just raised his paw and wanted to throw it back.

As soon as it touched the bronze piece, it froze——

I saw where the bronze piece touched, a golden light spread like a spider web of cracks, absorbing all the divine power in it.

Qiongqi scolded in his heart: The old thief is playing dirty!

But there was only a groan in his mouth, and he changed back into the form of a cub and fell from mid-air.

Startled, Xie Qiuhan jumped up into the air to catch Qiongqi.

At the same time, Master Jinghu showed his fangs like a cold poisonous snake, and slapped him hard.

That palm carried a deep and cold murderous intent, which was where all the skills of a real person in the void lay, and even brought about a whirlwind of darkness.

The situation changed so quickly that it was dizzying.

Qiongqi was plotted by him, Xie Qiuhan was young and weak, so he couldn't match him.

Xie Qiuhan gritted his teeth viciously, for the current plan, there is no other way but to use the magic pill.

However, before he could release the power of the magic pill, several thunderbolts suddenly exploded in midair.

The purple lightning came from nowhere and struck down on the top of his head.

Xie Qiuhan thought it was Jinghu's spell at first, but when he looked up, he also looked surprised when he saw Jinghu, obviously he didn't expect this.

Under such a critical situation, Xie Qiuhan lost all anxiety and worry, and just thought numbly: Where did this thunderbolt come from? Did he deliberately bully him?

But it wasn't him who recited it, but the real Jinghu.

Daoist Jinghu was attacking from the sky above him, but he never thought that a thunderbolt suddenly appeared above his head. He couldn't avoid it and was forced to block the thunderbolt for Xie Qiuhan!

The old man fell hard to the ground, his skin was scorched by the lightning, his hair and beard were all upturned stylishly, and he was so angry that he almost rolled his eyes.

Everyone backed away, all horrified.

What is the origin of this thunder?

Xie Qiuhan raised his head and saw that the sky was gloomy, the day was like night, hundreds of thousands of purple lightning rumbled rumblingly, and the whole sky became a lightning net.

Suddenly someone understood and shouted: "It's a catastrophe!"

Master Jinghu was lifted up. He is old, and his cultivation base has regressed to the point where he is only a layer of fur. He is strong on the outside but dry on the inside, but after all, he is in the void realm. A thin camel is bigger than a horse. Ordinary lightning can never hurt him so far.

When the monks advanced, they condensed too much aura of heaven and earth, which caused the backlash of heaven and brought about catastrophe. Only after the catastrophe did the realm become stable.

To cause a catastrophe, at least it must be a cultivator at the enlightenment stage, and it must be a monk who has cultivated an overly domineering way, otherwise the heavenly dao will be busy all day long.

The old man couldn't help but look at the young man in the Thunder Tribulation, but he was clearly a young boy who had just entered the art of swordsmanship, how could he attract the Heavenly Tribulation?

What is so special about him?

Xie Qiuhan really didn't want to take on this "honor".

He stuffed Qiongqi, who had become the size of a kitten, into his arms, and Qiongqi kept pulling it out, scolding non-stop, and bluntly said that the old thief was playing tricks.

Seeing that it was still so lively, Xie Qiuhan couldn't laugh or cry.

The next moment, his expression froze.

The group of thunder rumbled concentratedly and struck down!

Flying sand and walking stones, the sky is dark and the earth is dark.

In the darkness where you can't see your fingers, only the piece of bronze lying quietly on the ground emits a faint light.

Surrounding the bronze piece, the mist was sucked in like silk threads one by one.

Xie Qiuhan was in the middle of the thunder and lightning, but he didn't suffer from the disaster. On the contrary, he felt that there was a steady stream of spiritual energy in all directions, irrigating him together.

His eight extraordinary meridians have been forged and refined, and even the power of the magic pill that has been dormant in the sea of ​​​​knowledge for days was forced to retreat temporarily to avoid its edge.

But the thunder and lightning with the majesty of the gods blasted towards the bronze piece without looking at it.

The bronze piece is very extraordinary, and no one will reject it, and no thunder can shake it in the slightest.

Jinghu real person is also unlucky.

He came this trip, took the magic weapon with him and went forward to defend Xie Qiuhan one after another. It can be said that he lost his wife and lost his army. After returning, he probably swallowed alive the person who persuaded him to come out of the mountain.

The sound of thunder and lightning gradually dissipated.

After clearing the clouds and mist, the boy's tall and straight figure became clear.

His back was straight, and the black hair tied behind his head was flying in the wind, as if an extremely sharp long sword had been stuck on the ground, only the tassel on the hilt was fluttering slightly.

There was another person standing beside him. That person put his hand on his shoulder, and a warm current entered from there, teaching him to sort out the large amount of zhenqi in his meridians.

Everyone respectfully said: "Join the Xianzuo!"

The man said: "There is no need to be too polite."

Xie Qiuhan looked sideways, and saw Yunfang's white clothes were better than snow, not a trace of dust, and his face was elegant. When he spoke to everyone, there was a trace of inexplicable melancholy in his eyes.

There was a slight movement in his heart.

He moved his body casually, and he already took two steps back, the other party had to withdraw his hands from his shoulders, and looked at him with some doubts.

Xie Qiuhan stared at him for a moment, then relaxed, and finally said, "Thank you."

"Yunfang" understood, nodded slightly to Xie Qiuhan, "You're welcome."