Villain: Be a teacher to the son of luck

Northern Xinjiang.

Outside the palace of Xianzun.

Six guard monks from Yaoxianzong guarded the main entrance.

Suddenly, they saw two figures getting closer
"who?"

A guard monk dressed in white approached the comer with a sword.

The movement of the person who came did not stop, from far to near, he finally saw the face of the other person gradually
"Don't be nervous, it's me."

The kind and gentle male voice seems to be able to instantly remove everyone's guard.
Wen Mingting held the white jade fan in his hand, and fanned it slowly, before coming to the two of them, "By the way, there is also Venerable Ye."

After Wen Mingting's supplementary words fell, another man in dark brocade clothes who was traveling with him also happened to arrive in front of the main entrance of the palace.

The original gentle and peaceful atmosphere seems to have dropped a few temperatures because of this, it is a kind of natural cold aura coercion
"It turned out to be two venerable adults."

The cultivator who drew his sword before bowed his hands and saluted. It was both an apology and a greeting, "I don't know the two lords. They didn't follow the order of the head master to chase after the [Death Camp]. Why are you here?"

"The [Death Camp] forces in the area under the jurisdiction of the two of us have been completely defeated."

Ye Hanchen passed Wen Mingting this time and spoke directly, he seemed to have no desire to spend any more time here, ".So I came here this time, please see Master for his return."

After Ye Hanchen said that, his actions did not stop from the beginning to the end.
While talking about the purpose of coming, he walked slowly towards the palace of the Immortal Venerable.

Just suddenly, when Ye Hanchen came to the center of the main entrance, the two monks holding swords crossed their long swords, blocking Ye Hanchen's pace.
The gleaming long sword blades staggered and blocked in front of Ye Hanchen.

"you."

Ye Hanchen's words carried a cold killing intent, and it seemed that even the long sword blocking him in front of his eyes would be condensed by this cold killing intent.

"You guys, what does this mean?"

"The head master has an order, and I don't see anyone today."

A sword-wielding cultivator spoke while looking at Wen Mingting who was standing quietly behind Ye Hanchen with a smile on his face, and continued: ".So, I offended you. Please come back tomorrow, both venerables."

"Oh?"

Wen Mingting made a suspicious voice. "...It seems that Master, you don't want to see us today."

Ye Hanchen didn't seem to have any plans to leave.

At the moment of this stalemate, suddenly, a silver hawk flew to the sky and landed on Wen Mingting's left shoulder, with a letter tied to the heel of his leg.

Wen Mingting slowly took down the letter and unfolded it in front of his eyes.

The contents of the letter were as Wen Mingting expected, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, looked at Ye Hanchen in front of him, and said in a low voice——

"Eldest senior brother, Xie Fuyi and Xie Xuan'er have already entered the medicinal bath in Yaochi, so we don't have much time left."

"Wen Mingting.",

Ye Hanchen ignored the guarded eyes of the monks in front of him, and turned to ask Wen Mingting behind him, "Are you really so sure?"

"Of course." Wen Mingting said directly: "Even if you don't believe it, now, the arrow is on the string!"

Wen Mingting's words fell.

A beam of scarlet Daoist light emitted from the main hall of the Immortal Venerable Hall.
Surprise in the eyes of the guard monks
That is not the official signal of Yao Xianzong. It also means that other factions have invaded the main hall!
It is unimaginable for them to be able to break into the palace of the Immortal Venerable who is so heavily guarded!
But as Yao Xianzong's most elite group of monks majoring in combat, their reactions are much faster than ordinary monks.
Almost in the next instant, one of the six people had already opened his Dharma plate, preparing to notify the surrounding monks to be alert.

But the Taoist action in the hand has not yet been made
An extreme cold invaded the whole body.

Ye Hanchen, who was dressed in black brocade clothes, even the corners of his clothes and hair on the temples were stained with frost. Under such a blue sky and white sun, to be able to do this to this extent must be far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Corresponding to the frost on the corners of Ye Hanchen's clothes, the six guard monks in front of him were completely frozen in an instant.

The movements of the six of them were always stuck at that moment just now, like the most realistic ice sculptures, only the constant frost and mist emerged from the surroundings.

Even Wen Mingting, who was behind Ye Hanchen, was afraid of the cold air just now.

This seems to be a top-level cold air that is several times more frightening than that seen at the sub-helm of the [Death Camp].

How much strength does this person in front of him hide?

Wen Mingting wasn't sure in his heart, so he couldn't help being more wary of him, but for some reason, he felt that maybe this was better. They had a chance to beat Xie Fuyi to death here!
"Wen Mingting."

Suddenly, as if in response to what Wen Mingting said earlier, Ye Hanchen stepped into the palace of the Immortal Venerable, and at the same time said to the people behind him——

".Now, the arrow is really on the string."

Ye Hanchen's words were clean and sharp without any hesitation. He stood in the main courtyard of the Xianzun Palace, the white cold air in his hands condensed into a cyclone
And almost at the same moment as Ye Hanchen's words fell, monks from the Ye and Wen sects who came from other directions had already surrounded the place heavily!

"Control the entire Immortal Venerable Palace, Xie Fuyi, let me kill it!"

Ye Hanchen didn't move, looked directly in front of him, and gave orders coldly.

About a hundred monks bowed together, and the voices of the top powerhouses could be seen at a glance. Even if there are only a hundred monks, they will not lose to a thousand troops!
In just a moment, the monks from the two factions formed teams of three or five, and quickly went to kill the monks guarding Xie Fuyi who were guarding the temple.

Ye Hanchen and Wen Mingting had obviously been preparing for a long time.

In the huge immortal palace complex in the Northern Xinjiang King City, their monk team has a clear goal, and within a quarter of an hour, they have controlled all the important temples except Yaochi.

Xie Fuyi's close guard monks were naturally very human, and they had a fierce confrontation with them.

But after all, the number of people is at a disadvantage, and the opportunity has been lost. It is only a matter of time before they are all cleared.

Among them, Ye Hanchen and Wen Mingting led more than a dozen of the most powerful people, like a sharp sword, pointing directly at the land of Yaochi, where Xie Fuyi is.

The Yaochi where Xie Fuyi is located is a gorgeous fairy pond in the center.

Surrounded by rockery and stone forest.

And Xie Qi and the other guarding monks who followed were waiting outside the rockery at this moment.

Suddenly, Xie Qi's ears moved slightly, he had a talent beyond the reach of ordinary people——

His perception ability is several times more sensitive than that of ordinary monks!
"Everyone, be alert!"