Chapter 2544: Tea, good tea

Xue Kaifeng's three holy lords and the practitioners of the True Yuan Realm faced the young man's dark and silent eyes, and his breathing was stagnant for a moment.

At that moment, I looked at the God of Death, as if I was playing against Hell.

But when the leader of Chiyu learned that the Three Saints Sect was going to encircle and suppress the Xingyun Sect, he was excited and his mind became lively.

He generously cut his flesh and spent a lot of money. He rented magic weapons from the association and sent them to the sects standing in the Bodhi land.

The magic weapon is like an enlarged crystal ball, floating in the sky like a rising sun, but it has a crystal clear texture.

The magic weapon crystal reflects the scene of the Nebula Sect.

A young man is in a pass, and ten thousand men cannot open his door.

Guixu disciples dare to challenge the realm of more than ten thousand true essence!

The disciples of Wan Sect were so shocked that their eyes widened and stretched their necks to see the crystal of the instrument.

The move of the Sect Master Chiyu is to let Wanzong know how miserable it would be for Xingyun Sect to take away the Lingfu that does not belong to him.

"Come back, give tea, give good tea!"

The leader of Chiyu waved his hand and narrowed his eyes with a smile.

Sitting by the window, bathing in the spring breeze, drinking a cup of new tea, and watching his rise and fall of the Xingyun Sect, is really the greatest beauty in life.

The crystal ball showed the young man's evil eyes, but it made his hands, which had just started to get a teacup, tremble slightly.

"boom!"

The war drums sounded again, fighting all over the sky.

The smoke of gunpowdered the scorching sun.

After only one breath of ten thousand true essence, he came back to his senses and rushed forward with a powerful force of destroying the dead and rottenness.

"My junior brother..."

The 100,000 disciples in the sect square were all beating in their throats, and they were sweating for the young man.

Zuo Tian swallowed violently.

That's a realm of 10,000...

He didn't even know what Chu Yue's trump card was, but he just relied on his firmness to support him with his blind confidence.

The roosters in the Five Elders' cage were so frightened that they screamed.

"Crazy, all are crazy."

“…”

The storm where the true energy of ten thousand people gathered quickly came.

Chu Yue's eyes are deep—

"I wish you a full meal for senior?"

"Filled, full."

Senior Zhu randomly caught a furry beast and wiped off the oil from his mouth, and then wiped his hands repeatedly.

He threw the little beast away and stood up with a smile, showing his laziness. He yawned and stretched his waist, so comfortable that he even made a slightly obscene sound.

The thrown little beast cub rolled down from the mountain like a round watermelon, so smooth and rolled to the end.

I wish the young man raised his eyes again, raised his sharp eyebrows, and smiled playfully and wildly aggressively.

"Since you're full, you should work hard."

The bloodthirsty factor in the boy's body was bursting out, igniting wildly, and he smiled to the extreme and looked at the army of Zhenyuan Realm getting closer and closer.

"Okay."

Senior Zhu subconsciously replied, and suddenly felt like a eunuch who was seeking profit and flattering. He forced himself to stop his face and wanted to slap Zuo Tianmeng in the face.

Xue Kaifeng glanced up and down at Chu Yue and Senior Zhu.

He wanted to see what tricks Ye Chuyue was playing and dared to be so confident.

And in the face of absolute strength and strong foundation, any fancy thing will be vulnerable!

The existence of the Holy Sect is the unquestionable strongest strength of the Bodhi Wan Sect!

"Boom! Huh!"

The power of the powerful people in the True Yuan Realm intertwined at high altitude, forming an extremely powerful storm, making terrifying sounds.

Suddenly, an army of ten thousand people arrived in mid-air of the Xingyun Sect.

Facing so many powerful people in the True Yuan Realm, the Xingyun Sect did not even have the courage to struggle, as if he was determined to be a salted fish.

Neither he carried out the powerful and ancient sect protection formation and fought the Holy Sect until the end, nor did he take up weapons. Instead, he was still practicing seriously in the huge sect square.

The sweat beads that were as big as soybeans flowed down the forehead.

Wan Zong, who was watching the magic weapon crystal, only thought that the Xingyun Sect had been exhausted and sweated only after she practiced until she was too tired. She couldn't help but praise the prevalence of the Xingyun Sect's cultivation trend, and was diligent enough to be in trouble and still wanted to practice.

Someone hit his disciple on the head with a ruler and scolded him for learning from Ren Xingyun's disciples.

There were also wrinkled old men stroked their yellow beards and took the Nebula Sect seriously and said that they had practiced and had become a pig brain.

Little did they know that the 100,000 disciples of the Xingyun Sect were so scared.

Cultivating during war is like counting down your own life. It is better to burn your blood and lift your knife and get it comfortable and free.

They just listened to this young sect leader.

Young Master Ming sighed deeply in his heart:

I'm afraid that Ye Chuyue asked his disciples of the same sect to eat that thing, and they would enjoy it.

The army is approaching.

Tension.

With a murderous intent, head straight to the sect!

The 100,000 disciples who are practicing can almost hear the sound of their heartbeats from their ears and in the noisy world.

In an instant, the momentum that erupted in the True Yuan Realm could easily destroy the disciples' homes.

"Bang!"

The young man flew out, the magic sickle cut the sky and drew a sharp light blade.

"The disciples of the Holy Sect, no, no."

The army of True Yuan was provoked to the point of being extremely angry.

It should be noted that on weekdays, the disciples in Guixu Realm are not even worthy of carrying their shoes.

Although Ye Chuyue’s Thousand Star Martial God is amazing, her current situation is beyond the sky, and it is just a Guixu realm.

"Why are ants laughing like they are?"

The leader of the Zhenyuan Army had a cold look and sneered, and thousands of murderous auras gathered together to attack, as if to cut off Chu Yue's arm.

It's a pity.

Xue Shengzong wants to capture Ye Chuyue alive.

Otherwise, the sharpness must penetrate Ye Chuyue's head.

"Swish swish swish!"

The boy flashed!

Three figures suddenly split.

They are three different hers.

Holy, evil, peaceful and magnificent.

Three figures flashed rapidly and split nine out in an instant.

And each figure is filled with the remaining parts of the essence of the spiritual core that was absorbed under the Dragon and Tiger List.

And they all used the magic sickle to kill.

The figure seemed to be fighting with all its might.

But if you look closely, you will be writing with dragons and snakes, and you will be writing with flowers, as if you are painting...

Formation!

The leader of Chiyu crushed the teacup in his palm and let the tea splash everywhere.

Zuo Tian looked up suddenly.

The sun is dazzling.

The boy is brilliant.
To be continued...