"Hand over Shen Yan!"

"Where is Shen Yan? Let him come out quickly!"

"Is Qinghengshan going to disregard the lives of other immortal sects for the sake of an unworthy disciple?"

There was a commotion.

Countless figures gathered at the foot of Qingheng Mountain.

All are armed with sharp knives.

aggressive.

Qin Qinglang stood in the clouds, looking down at the monks below, with a look of sullenness on his face.

Lantu and Nalan Yue also frowned.

"This is..."

Yingqian came with a sword and was stunned when he saw this scene.

But soon.

There was an evil look between her brows.

The hem is automatic and windless.

The red sword was held in the palm of his hand, Yingqian sneered and said:

"You think your life is too comfortable, so you dare to come to our Qingheng Mountain to run wild?"

She was already upset.

Here comes another person looking for trouble.

Yingqian wanted to be well received and did not dare to neglect him in the slightest.

The long sword was unsheathed an inch.

But he was suppressed by a big and generous palm.

Yingqian looked sideways and saw Qin Qinglang's slightly tired eyes, and his heart trembled.

"No."

Qin Qinglang shook his head and sighed:

"These monks all come from some small immortal sects nearby, and they have been deeply troubled by the cracks in the abyss recently."

Both are members of the Immortal Sect.

Qin Qinglang just got angry again.

Don't do anything to them just because of a few quarrels.

"They are really a group of distinguished people!"

Listening to the shouts that kept coming to his ears, Yingqian's eyes grew colder, and the fingers holding the sword turned slightly white.

But she also knows it.

No action is allowed at this time.

If you really did something to these immortal monks.

It quite disregarded the entire Qingheng Mountain.

If there are other immortal sects who want to take the opportunity to cause trouble.

Qingheng Mountain was already in danger.

There will be more wind and rain.

Ying Qian took a deep breath, finally took back the sword, and asked coldly:

"How did they learn about Shen Yan?"

"This... we don't know either."

Lantu shook his head, stepped back in front of Yingqian, blocked her sight with his body, and then said:

"Those who passed through the crack that day were all our own people."

"Then how did they know?"

Yingqian crossed her arms across her chest, her red lips pursed a bit,

"If it wasn't for the ancestors' dreams, someone might have sent a message and told these immortal sects about Shen Yan."

The Immortal Sect where these monks are located is not far from the cracks in the abyss.

I have been worried for a long time.

Some are ready to abandon their roots and move to other places.

But this is the last resort.

I will never leave until I have no other options.

But at this moment.

They suddenly learned that there was a disciple in Qingheng Mountain, and if they sacrificed him, the cracks in the abyss would disappear.

How can these monks not be moved?

The cause and effect were quickly sorted out in my mind.

Yingqian probably guessed the culprit.

"Could it be..."

Lantu opened his mouth and glanced at Nalan Yue, but he didn't pronounce that person's name.

Nalan Yue's eyebrows furrowed even more tightly.

The chill lingering around me brought the temperature down a lot.

"I will check, if it is her..."

He suddenly spoke.

Staring at Yingqian with both eyes, Nalan Yue said in a cold voice:

"I will never tolerate it!"

"It is still unknown who leaked the secret. We will deal with these people first."

Qin Qinglang flicked his sleeves.

The first one came down with his sword and landed in front of the monks.

Yingqian and Lantu also followed.

She ignored Nalan Yue.

From beginning to end, I didn't even look at him.

A wisp of crimson color passed across his sight.

Nalan Yue subconsciously stretched out her hand, wanting to keep her.

But he was still too late.

I can only watch.

Looking at that extremely bright light, it was getting farther and farther away from him.

It seems like it can no longer be touched.

"Fellow Taoists!"

Qin Qinglang's people hadn't arrived yet, but Sheng arrived first.

The momentum descended on the monks.

moment.

Then there was silence.

Qin Qinglang had a smile on his lips and a rather kind expression. He looked around everyone and said:

"You came to Qingheng Mountain suddenly, but what's the emergency?"

Those monks were shouting loudly before.

But when I saw Qin Qinglang.

They all shut up.

When they saw Ying Qian behind him again, many people showed a look of fear in their eyes.

"Say it."

Yingqian was holding the wine bottle, her beautiful face was full of fatigue, she didn't even bother to raise her eyes, she only cast her peripheral vision, and said in a long and charming voice:
To be continued...