Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

It is so sad and plaintive that it moves people who hear it and makes them cry.

Qi Wu Yue frowned, raised his hand and slashed at Chu Xiu Sword, "Shut up!"

Chu Xiu trembled, like a crying child who was forced to stop crying, and sobbed for a long time.

He sneered: "You're already crying after the ban was lifted. How about I kill you and let you go see him?"

Chuxiu stopped choking and held his sobs back.

Qi Wu Yue held the sword and slashed a beam of sword light at Qian Shi Mo Lang. He raised his eyebrows and raised his hand, and swung the sword lightly, still with a very nonchalant expression.

Qianshi Molang's expression suddenly changed, alarm bells rang in his mind, and his whole body was clamoring to escape.

A white light slashed down from in front of his eyes, the sword intent was overwhelming, and it carried infinite pressure.

The sword light was extremely thin and bright, as if it had been severely compressed. It was obviously an attack that was sealed in the jade pendant by a secret technique.

He knew without thinking who such sword intent and such pressure came from.

The strongest swordsman, the number one person in the righteous path, the youngest ancestor of the Xuantian Immortal Sect, and also the youngest immortal master to date.

Qianshi Molang used the mind attack and soul-shaking technique to knock out the people from Xuantian Xianmen directly and efficiently, so they didn't know that the chief disciple was carrying such a powerful weapon.

His pupils shrank. Even though he was just a puppet and knew that his real body was in the safest environment, the terror was still transmitted to his soul.

His soul was in extreme fear and trembling, and he couldn't even escape.

Because a trace of consciousness in this puppet had been locked onto and killed by the fierce sword intent.

Fairy mountain.

The old man is still howling.

None of the powerful ancestors in the sect can be dispatched easily.

Even though he is the head of the sect, his role is just to make better use of words when competing with other sects for interests.

Yes, these days, the leader of a sect doesn’t look at one’s cultivation level, but only at one’s cunningness.

He was able to become the sect leader thanks to his shrewdness and foresight. He could fight ten to one in a negotiation among various major forces to gain benefits and never lose. He was always able to plan the greatest benefits for the sect through conspiracy and schemes, making the sect prosper and maintaining its status and majesty as the number one immortal sect.

Of course, it was also because he had the support of three immortal ancestors in the Xuantian Immortal Sect, so he was the most confident in the negotiations, had the strongest backbone, and had the greatest say.

If we can reach an agreement, then we will negotiate. If we can’t, then we will just overturn the table.

You are already the number one immortal sect, but you still can't tolerate others pointing fingers at you?

They are spoiled. If you don’t accept it, either keep it to yourself or come and fight!

He had a "friendly exchange" with the few people who had shouted the loudest, then smiled and uttered a few threats in a neither too light nor too severe manner, with both magnanimity and majesty.

To sum up, these are the negotiation methods and experiences.

Strong people all have tempers, and he will be fine if he keeps pestering them.

The old man had lost all the dignity of a sect leader at this moment, and he just kept clinging to the sect's pillar of support.

"Uncle Master, you go. The West Cave has urged us many times. The life lamp of his young master has given us many warnings. If something really happens to us..." When he said this, he shuddered as if he thought of something extremely terrible.

"The sect's financial resources will be cut off in the future, Uncle Master!"

"You can't just watch our sect in financial difficulty while I shamelessly go around soliciting sponsorship."

"Not really." The voice above his head interrupted his pity with great indifference.

"As for that, as for that, uncle, think about Xianjian Cliff. Once the money from the West Cave arrives, I will build you a new sword practice room. I will directly convert that small fairy peak into your sword practice room. By then, I will pave the ground with enlightenment stones. As for the sword practice stone, I will use the ten-foot-high pure fairy stone that was the last piece of the auction. The wall will be engraved with saintly sword seals..."

At the end, he squeezed out two tears and said with great sincerity, "No matter how poor and tight the sect is, we can never wrong anyone but Junior Master Uncle. You are the support of the sect, and everything you use must be the best and most expensive."

The uncle-master was indifferent, he even closed his eyes and began to meditate, and directly drove the man away.

The old man did not give up, and he persistently grabbed a corner of his cold white robe, holding on tightly to prevent himself from being thrown off the mountain.

He pointed at a spiritual pattern on the edge of his robe and began to talk nonsense: "Uncle Master, look! The spiritual pattern on your robe has faded. How can this be possible? You are the face of our Xuantian Immortal Sect!"

He shouted loudly and even took out a needle and thread: "How about I give you two stitches before you leave."

Guided by his spiritual power, he embroidered the fairy pattern skillfully, and deliberately said: "Oh, I haven't set up the formation for a long time, and my hands are a little rusty. I'm afraid I won't be able to embroider it well in a short time. Uncle, I think I have to stay here for a while."

The old man had a fawning look on his face, calling the indifferent young man "Uncle Master" all the time, and forcibly pulled the young man's robe to mend the fairy pattern on it, taking the opportunity to continue lobbying.

The indifferent young man entered into a state of meditation under the Zhendao tree, remaining indifferent.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, his pupils were like cold stars, his body was tall and slender, he was cold and lonely, and his whole body was as chilly as snow.

The cold jade sword floating at his side seemed to sense something and began to hum softly.

The old man was also suddenly surprised: "Why did Mingyu suddenly make such a noise?"

"My sword power has been used by someone." Xuan Wei stared at somewhere in the distance and spoke in a clear voice.

The old man thought for a moment and said, "Ah, maybe it's Chong Xing. This kid is finally making some moves."

He took out a communication device and tried to contact his disciples to ask about the situation.

Drawing out a sword sense, Xuan Wei paused and said slowly: "It's not his aura."

"Ah! Who could that be?" The clan leader was shocked. "Why would Chong Xing give the sword spirit to someone else?"

Junior Master remained silent, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The sect leader decided to rely on his own efforts and used a communication tool to contact Chong Xing over and over again.

In the Qingyu Secret Realm.

Qianshi Molang was cut in half by the sword on the spot, and looked very miserable and weird.

Fortunately, his puppet body had some mechanical means added to it, and it was not a complete flesh and blood body, so he was not killed on the spot by the sword energy.

But all the metal joints and parts were shattered into pieces, leaving only the upper body and a head, which looked quite scary.

As for the ghost slave, after Qianshi Molang's magic power dissipated, he could no longer maintain the summoning formation and disappeared out of thin air and was taken back by the formation.

The Jiaojiao people who were concentrating on injecting magic power into Tianming Pari stopped when they saw this, and the nine of them huddled together to hold a small meeting in whispers.

One said: "Ah, the mission finally failed."

One of them said to him: "What's with that tone of yours? Are you hoping for the mission to fail?"

One of them said: "Since it has come to this, why don't we go back?"

One echoed: "That's right, let's go home."

One of them passed the buck: "It's not that we didn't try our best, it's mainly because the opponent was too strong. I'm still scared after seeing that sword."

One of them was afraid: "Fortunately, it was the Demon Lord. His puppet body is not afraid of being cut. If that sword had landed on a few of us..."

Hearing this, all the anxious people said:!!!∑(°Д°ノ)ノ(°Д°≡°Д°)

A timid one: "Don't say such things, it will scare people to death."

One worried: "If we fail the mission and go back in disgrace, we will be punished."

An idea suddenly occurred to him: "Isn't Your Majesty fighting with the West Cave? Let's go and make amends for our crimes!"

"Good idea. I'll vote for you."

Here, Qi Wu Yue folded his arms and watched with interest for a while the Qianshi Molang who was split into two halves and had a look of despair on his face.

Qianshi Molang couldn't move or run, half of his body was lying on the ground, looking up at the sky silently: I might as well take this divine recognition.

Qi Wu Yue walked over, squatted down and watched people laugh.

He picked up a stick and poked Qian Shi Mo Lang's upper body with it, watching the fun with interest, "Get up, the ground is dirty."

Qianshi Molang: "..."

The little golden man with the little rabbit on his head came over and agreed, "That's right, Uncle... Half-broken, you should get up first. The ground is so dirty. The parts in your stomach are all covered with dust. It's hard to clean."

As he spoke, he held up a sparkling jade bead in front of Qi Wu Yue.

The voice said obediently: "Boss, the communication jade pendant on the brother from Xuantian Immortal Sect has lit up. Should we answer it? By the way, we can tell them to come and pick up the fainted brother."

Qi Wu Yue thought for a moment and nodded: "Take it."

"Ah, it's connected. Look, uncle-master, Chongxing's communication Lingjue is finally connected." The sect leader said in a surprised tone.

Xuan Wei stared at it.

"That rush is——"

The sect leader was holding Ling Jue with an excited look on his face, and was about to ask about the situation of the young master of the West Cave.

Then a clear voice was heard coming from inside.

The other party said lazily and arrogantly: "Old man, your apprentice is in my hands."