Tian Yuan

"Elder Feng!" The senior officials of the Shangfu Sect were visiting here. They recognized the man restrained beside Chen Qingyuan at a glance and exclaimed, "What happened? Why is Elder Feng trapped?"

The time was too short, and many details of the Songzhu Pavilion incident had not yet been disseminated.

The situation was not quite right, and the people of Shangfu Sect watched for the time being but did not take any action.

"May I ask your Excellency, what grudge do you have against me, the Longxu Sect?"

In such a scene, it would be impossible for the sect leader to even think of showing up.

The sect leader came from the depths of the sect and looked down at the elders in the pit. There was a hint of surprise and fear in his eyes, as well as a hint of fierceness. The emotion in his eyes was quickly covered up, his face was expressionless, he cupped his fists in salute and asked.

The fact that the great elders were suppressed is enough to show that the person who came is not as simple as it seems on the surface, and must not be deceived by the fluctuations in the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage.

It is extremely powerful and needs to be handled with care.

The sect leader secretly spread the word and informed the ancestor who was sitting cross-legged in the secret room.

"These guys wanted to kill me, but I captured them instead." Chen Qingyuan bluntly stated his purpose and did not want to waste any time talking to these people: "If you pay the ransom, I will spare their lives."

"How much ransom do you want?"

The sect master's strength was not much stronger than that of the great elder. He knew that he could not confront Chen Qingyuan head-on, so he lowered his face and lowered his attitude.

I wanted to understand the situation through the Great Elder and others, but they were all imprisoned, unable to transmit sound or speak. They could only stare at this scene blankly, with fear and panic written on their faces.

Because Chen Qingyuan was traveling very quickly, what happened in Songzhu Pavilion had not spread yet, and the senior officials of Longxu Sect did not yet know the full story.

"It depends on your sincerity."

Chen Qingyuan never sets a price, it all depends on the sincerity of the other party.

"This is Longxu Sect." The sect leader suppressed the anger in his heart and said sternly: "You dare to come to ask for ransom, do you really have no scruples?"

If he hadn't seen through the depth of Chen Qingyuan's strength, the sect leader would have already activated the sect-protecting formation and mobilized the entire sect's strength to meet the enemy.

"Do you think I will take Taki Xu Zong seriously?"

Chen Qingyuan said calmly.

"You..." These words were undoubtedly a slap in the face of Longxu Sect, making the sect leader furious and wanting to explode.

"What a loud tone!"

At this moment, a voice full of coldness came from the depths of the sect. Along with a powerful pressure, it enveloped the mountains and rivers.

The sky was dark and the earth was dark, as if a huge black net had fallen, covering the Longxu Sect and the surrounding area, making it extremely depressed and suffocating.

"Ancestor!"

An old man dressed in gray cloth, tall and thin, with dark skin and a pair of starry eyes showing the majesty of a superior. Everyone looked up at the old man with joy on their faces, cheering in awe.

"The aura of the ninth-grade spiritual spring remains on his body." Peach Blossom Immortal glanced at the old man and concluded this, and said through a message: "This old man can break through to the Shenqiao, he must have refined some spiritual springs."

Hearing this, Chen Qingyuan did not answer.

"My time is precious, and I don't want to argue with you. In one sentence, will I pay a ransom?"

Chen Qingyuan said to the old man in civilian clothes.

"Where does Fellow Taoist come from? What's the matter? How about we sit down and talk about it?"

Through the fate of the great elder and others, Patriarch Longxu clearly knew that Chen Qingyuan's strength might not be inferior to his own, or even stronger. However, he was very calm, not afraid at all, and seemed to have something to rely on.

"Alas!" Chen Qingyuan sighed softly, why do he have to use his fists every time? It's so tiring.

Without giving Patriarch Longxu a chance to react, Chen Qingyuan slapped him away.

With a palm in the air, it was like stars falling from the sky, sputtering out thousands of rays of rays of light, like ribbons of color, covering half of the sky.

"An dare!"

Facing Chen Qingyuan's sudden attack, Patriarch Longxu scolded him. He didn't expect that the other party would strike at the slightest disagreement, so he quickly used all his strength to defend himself.

Tens of thousands of golden lights spurted out from Ancestor Longxu's body, turning into hundreds of barriers.

At the same time, he held a sharp sword tightly and swung it towards Chen Qingyuan.

Thousands of sword lights are like autumn rain falling, covering the sky and the earth.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The giant palm fell down, crushing everything.

No matter how bright your sword light is, it will collapse into pieces in an instant.

In addition, the defensive magic that ancestor Longxu condensed was crushed by you like tofu, overwhelming and completely unable to withstand it.

"do not want!"

Under the cover of the giant palm, everything in the way was destroyed.

In an instant, Patriarch Longxu realized how terrifying the person in front of him was, and that he was not qualified to fight with his own strength. A loud shout revealed the fear of death and extreme panic.

His cultivation has not reached the Nascent Soul stage, and his physical skills have reached an unfathomable level.

Ancestor Longxu couldn't understand why a being like Chen Qingyuan came here.

"Boom"

In just a short moment, Patriarch Longxu fell from a height and landed on the ground with a "bang", creating a big pit.

Lying on the ground, gritting his teeth and struggling.

No matter how Patriarch Longxu exerts his mysterious power, he cannot break free from the restraints.

"Master!"

Seeing this, the sect leader shouted, his whole body covered with fear.

"Ancestor!"

Everyone in the sect shouted loudly, dumbfounded, and extremely frightened.

"Suppress with one palm, my God! This...is this true?"

Visitors from all walks of life were stunned and couldn't help but look up at Chen Qingyuan's figure, as if they had seen an immortal god who had fallen into the mortal world. They were so frightened that they trembled all over.

It wasn't until this moment that everyone understood why Chen Qingyuan dared to come over and ask for ransom.

With such strength, it would be easy to destroy the Takixu Sect, let alone asking for a ransom.

"I won't kill you, but you have to pay some price for your stupid behavior."

Chen Qingyuan ducked into the deep pit and was only ten feet away from Ancestor Longxu. He blocked the space and whispered so that no one could hear him.

"You...you said."

The old man was still lying on the ground, recognizing the reality, suppressing the fear in his heart, and said with a trembling voice.

"Nine-grade spiritual spring."

Chen Qingyuan lowered his eyes and looked at the old man lying on the ground, and bluntly stated his intention.

"So you came here for the spiritual spring."

The old man suddenly realized and understood the reason.

"Whether you can save your life depends on your choice."

They are all smart people, there is no need to beat around the bush.

"If it was a year ago, the old man would definitely offer the spiritual spring with both hands. Now, I'm afraid it would be difficult." When the old man said this, he felt inexplicably relaxed, even with a hint of pride: "In the old man's hands The bit of the ninth-grade spiritual spring has become a tribute to Xuanling Holy Land. In a few days, the Holy Land envoy will arrive, so the tribute must not be lost. "

No wonder Patriarch Longxu seemed to be unafraid of powerful enemies. It turned out that he relied on the ninth-grade spiritual spring to curry favor with Xuanling Holy Land and became a subsidiary force.