The white-haired old man stepped forward, and his spiritual power and soul power expanded, scattered in all directions, but more of them gathered into a wall of spiritual power and collided with Zuo Ling'er.

"boom--"

Zhao Yang moved his body and blocked Zuo Ling'er's body. A flash of spiritual light was shining, and a piece of silver-shining armor was placed on his body.

The Vajra Battle Armor comes with the Blood Python Battle Axe, which can withstand the attacks in the early stage of foundation building.

The white-haired old man just radiated his momentum at will and did not use all his strength. The faint wall of spiritual power hit Zhao Yang's battle armor and shattered in an instant.

Although Zuo Ling'er, who was standing behind Zhao Yang, was not hit by the spiritual wall, the scattered spiritual power fragments still made her long hair float away and her face turned pale and took a step back.

"snort!"

The old man's face was blocked by Zhao Yang. He looked angry. He was about to take action again, but he heard Mr. Zheng Hui beside him say, "Lu Gong really doesn't know how to cherish the fragrance and jade. You are willing to take action like Miss Ling'er."

Upon hearing this, the old man put down his raised hand, looked at Zuo Ling'er in a blink of an eye, and stepped back to a position behind Zheng Hui.

The rabbits rose and fell on the high platform, and the instantaneous battle made everyone in the audience stop talking, and they were sure to watch this strange scene.

Didn’t it mean that Qingyun Immortal Sect is the upper sect of Qingyun Sect? Why did it start to fight?

"Go to die--"

Zuo Ling'er, who was broken by the old man, bit her silver teeth, raised the long sword in her hand, and a sword light stabbed at Mr. Zheng Hui.

"No, it's a bit hot." Mr. Zheng Hui smiled gently, swung a foot-long blade at his fingertips, blocking Zuo Ling'er's long sword.

"when!"

"when!"

...

On the high platform, Zuo Ling'er tried her best and waved her long sword completely to death, but could not hurt Zheng Hui, who was smiling.

"It's really a little pepper. This swordsman is really a bit hot." While commenting, Mr. Zheng Hui waved casually in the courtyard on the high platform, blocking Zuo Ling'er's sword move.

"Ling'er, stop." Zhao Yang suddenly spoke.

Zuo Ling'er, who was still drawing the sword, trembled all over. He stopped and looked at Zhao Yang with a sad look: "Senior brother, it was him who killed my father and those uncles and uncles, right?"

Zhao Yang nodded.

"Senior brother, you said that you will avenge your master, right?" Zuo Ling'er's eyes flashed with tears, and she was trembling all over.

Zhao Yang nodded calmly.

Zuo Ling'er's originally pale face finally showed a hint of softness, as if she was injured, looking at Zhao Yang carefully: "Then, senior brother, will you kill him for me?"

Kill him!

In the venue, countless people's faces changed drastically.

Not to mention the strength of Mr. Zheng Hui, and the obviously powerful guard behind him, were not something Zhao Yang could have dealt with.

Even if Zhao Yang can deal with a messenger from a seventh-grade sect, if he is killed, the impact will be unimaginable.

This may be a catastrophe for the entire Qingyun Sect.

Not to mention people from Qingyun Sect, even those present today will probably be implicated.

"Haha, kill me?"

Zheng Hui seemed to hear something happy and suddenly laughed to the sky.

"Little girl, do you know who I am?" Zheng Hui's eyes flashed in his coldness, and his expression slowly turned cold: "The twelve Golden Pill Ancestors of Qingyun Immortal Sect, my grandfather Zheng Hengyan is ranked sixth. There are nearly a hundred foundation-building monks under the Yangyan Peak."

Zheng Hui pointed at Zhao Yang, his eyes full of jokes: "Don't look at him being a heroic person here, and his power is so powerful that he can be placed in my Qingyun Immortal Sect. There are no ten thousand or eight thousand people as strong as him."

Every time Zheng Hui said something, Zuo Ling'er's face turned pale.

After Zheng Hui finished speaking, Zuo Ling'er's face was as white as paper and her body was shaking.

"Dang-" Zuo Ling'er's long sword fell to the ground, and her whole body felt like she was being pulled off and she couldn't stand any longer.

Just as she was about to fall to the ground, a warm chest pressed against her back, and a strong arms hugged her.

"Senior Brother, forget it..." Zuo Ling'er raised her head, her eyes were distracted, and she seemed to be discouraged.

"Forget it?" Before Zhao Yang could speak, Zheng Hui on the opposite side laughed and looked at Zhao Yang: "You have many secrets, this rapid cultivation level, a rapidly improving sword intent, and the secret realm of inexplicable origin..."

Every time he said something, his eyes lit up. Looking at Zhao Yang, it was like looking at a delicious cake.

Zhao Yang's face was still expressionless, but he just reached out to gently caress Zuo Ling'er's soft hair.

"Zhao Yang, give your secret to Mr. Zheng Hui, and you will be thrown into the master's sect from now on. My Qingyun Immortal Sect Yangyan Peak is your backer." The white-haired old man swept his eyes to Li Wenxuan who was diagonally above, looked at Zhao Yang again, and shouted loudly.

A seventh-grade sect, the Jindan ancestor, who has such a backer, may he be able to walk around the entire Changhe County?

The sects near Qingkong Mountain were all a little nervous.

Today's choice of Zhao Yang may determine the pattern of various sects in Changhe County in the next decades or even hundreds of years.

Will Zhao Yang bow his head?

Many times, it is understandable to bow to the forces you can only look up to?

Golden elixir ancestor...

A smile slowly appeared on Zhao Yang's face, and then gently let go of Zuo Ling'er in his arms.

Looking at Zhao Yang's expression, Zuo Ling'er's heart sank to the bottom.

"Haha, it's really a person who knows the current affairs." Zheng Hui nodded, looked at Zhao Yang and chuckled, "I admit that compared to your luck, your ability to judge the situation is more appreciated by me. Follow me, what are you doing--"

Before Zheng Hui finished speaking, the small hill-like blood python battle axe that had been floating on the high platform fell from the sky and slashed towards his head!

"boom--"

Several light curtains rose from Zheng Hui's body, and they all turned into pieces under the extremely domineering axe.

"You dare!"

The white-haired old man roared in shock and anger, and a golden light from his hand slapped Zhao Yang's chest.

"Bang!"

Zhao Yang did not dodge or avoid it, and was hit hard. The light of inspiration flickered, he took three steps in a row, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out.

As soon as the blood was spurted out, it was sucked by the Blood Python Battle Axe.

After the battle axe absorbed Zhao Yang's blood, a charming luster appeared on the blade.

"boom--"

The giant axe fell down with one blow.

The opposite Mr. Zheng Hui, with the resistance of several treasures on his body, barely avoided his head before the giant axe came. Half of his shoulder could not escape, and was chopped down by an axe!

"ah--"

The broken arm had not yet landed on the ground, and all the blood and energy in it were absorbed by the giant axe. When the broken arm fell to the ground, it was already a dead bone.

“Ah——, ah——”

Holding his shoulder with one hand, Mr. Zheng Hui screamed in horror.

"Young Master!" The white-haired old man wanted to step forward in panic, looking at Zheng Hui's broken arms, his face turned pale.

"Kill, kill! Kill them and kill them all!"
Chapter completed!