Fantasy: Accepting apprentices on behalf of a master, all my junior sisters are empresses

Looking at the mess in front of him, Wei Linglan's face was so cold that he could scrape off the frost!

He was a dignified supreme realm, chasing from the Chaotic Dang Mountain to the rear, and then from the rear to his own mountain gate, but instead of catching the thief of Yin Sanqian, he stole his home!

The most prosperous sect property area outside the mountain gate of the Hehuan Sect was almost completely destroyed.

The casualties cannot be counted for the time being, but this time the Hehuan Sect was disgraced and thrown out of Dongmang

! God knows how many monks from other four continents gathered here!

As for the mountain gate, there were also a lot of losses, in order to cope with the next war, the Hehuan Sect specially held a screening of disciples in advance, and those secular mortals who were waiting in line to worship the Hehuan Sect were also bombarded by the Nether Bomb

! Such things could not be hidden!

I'm afraid that in less than half a day's effort, the news of the Netherworld Sect cultivator Yin Sanqian's attack on the mountain gate of the Hehuan Sect will spread throughout Dongmang

! At most, in three days, the other four continents will inevitably use this matter as a topic to talk about after tea and dinner!

The loss cannot be measured! As

soon as the time came, Wei Linglan hurriedly pinched his fingers again to calculate the location of the little thief of Yin Sanqian, and he had already fled thousands of miles away

In front of the juniors in the sect, Wei Linglan still maintained a good demeanor, "Inform the whole sect, beware of the three thousand yin, the palace master and the following people will meet you, and save your life!"

After speaking, Wei Linglan's figure disappeared, but the heads of the few Yaotian disciples who were called for questioning were smashed together! In fact, Wei Linglan's

statement could be regarded as preserving the face of the Hehuan Sect as much as possible.

The palace master of the Hehuan Sect must be at least above the Eight Gate Realm, but the monks of the Eight Gate Realm encounter three thousand Yin ...... As long as he didn't escape, I'm afraid he would have to go into the Ten Thousand Ghost Flags!

After bombarding the Hehuan Sect, Shen Lang's escape speed accelerated again.

Such an act of death will inevitably detonate the anger of the entire Hehuan Sect, and even the old monsters of the Supreme Realm chasing after him are afraid that there is more than one person!

Moreover, with Wei Linglan's calculation every three hours, the vest of the male cultivator of the Fire Sect is becoming more and more unsafe, and there is a danger of exploding at any time.

As a last resort, Shen Lang could only choose to muddy the water even more

! In a fang market, a middle-aged monk in a green shirt and a long beard quarreled loudly with the shopkeeper of the Hehuan Sect, and in a hurry, he took out a waist card of the palace master of the Hehuan Sect, claiming that he was a distinguished guest of the Hehuan Sect, and that the sect master had to treat him well! The shopkeeper

was instantly cowardly, apologizing and waiving the order.

But the middle-aged monk was not arrogant, as if he was the one who was suppressed, turned his head and left in a hurry, and immediately stepped on the magic weapon and fled when he left

the Fang City! Such a strange behavior would naturally attract everyone's attention, and the monk of the Ten Thousand Elephant Sect thought sideways for a moment, and finally drank through the identity of the middle-aged monk: Yuding Sect

, Yue Buqun! Almost instantly, countless lights flew up in the Fang City, chasing in the direction of Yue Buqun's departure!

In the intelligence market, which has been flooded with all kinds of battle reports for several days, two bombshells were suddenly thrown

! The first one, Yin Sanqian, a monk of the Eight Gates Realm of the Netherworld Sect, single-handedly pursued by Wei Linglan, the Supreme Realm Elder of the Hehuan Sect, not only escaped, but also raided the mountain gate of the Hehuan Sect, and the sound of slapping in the face could be heard in Zhongzhou across the boundary mountain!

The second one, Yue Buqun, a monk of the Jade Ding Sect who disappeared with the Earth Spirit Bead, suddenly appeared in a market under the rule of the Hehuan Sect, and his words seemed to reveal that he had reached some kind of agreement with the sect master of the Hehuan Sect!

The first thing is that the big guy looked at the excitement, and by the way, he sighed, Yin Sanqian, who had been missing for twenty-seven years, must have bumped into the opportunity against the sky, otherwise he would not be so strong.

The second thing can make all the sects unable to sit still, the Netherworld Sect and the One Sword Sect took the opportunity to bring up the old matter

again, and asked the Jade Ding Sect and the Hehuan Sect to hand over the Earth Spirit Bead! On the one hand, the Jade Ding Sect once again reiterated that Yue Buqun had never contacted the sect since he disappeared from the Tianyan Secret Realm, and the Jade Ding Sect itself was also looking for this absconding traitor with the treasure, and on the other hand, they were suspicious of the Hehuan Sect, and there were many temptations between their words.

Hehuan Sect directly claimed that the so-called Yue Buqun was pretended to be by others and deliberately framed and framed

! However, as the back of a photograph stone circulated among various forces, many people who were familiar with Yue Buqun directly identified that although the image was not frontal, no matter the figure or clothing, that person must be

Yue Buqun! The most important thing is that the magic weapon that the back inadvertently revealed was Yue Buqun's natal magic weapon!

This is very meow, no matter how the Hehuan Sect explains, and no matter how everyone thinks about it in their hearts, anyway, a large number of unidentified high-ranking monks began to pour into the territory of the Hehuan Sect ......

"Daoist friends of Lantai, I haven't seen you for many days, what do Daoists want to go?"

Outside the Fang Market near the border of the Hehuan Sect's forces, the Yin Three Thousand Yin with a hooked nose and triangular eyes compassionate stopped a female cultivator who was in the dust, "The world is troubled, why don't Daoists concentrate on cultivation in the sect?"