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Not to mention the revitalization of the Taiyi sect, now we just want to keep it.

Ling Qian said this very lightly.

Tan Le reacted very quickly, nodded her head as if smashing garlic, as if she understood something, and replied in a low voice: "The enemy will not retreat, and my senior brother and I will stick to the Taiyi Gate, and we will live and die together."

This determination came too fast, so fast that Ling Qian couldn't say the words to persuade her to find a chance to leave first.

It can be regarded as giving him some small beliefs, no matter how difficult it is to make sense, he has to try his best.

"Speak up for me, be tougher," Ling Qian ordered.

in front of the main hall.

Everyone in the Xianmen chatted and said some polite words, who was anxious to get the first share of the pie.

Ling Qian used Tan Le's mouth to raise her voice to stop the commotion: "There is a grievance, there is a debtor, there is a cause and effect, everything has a cause and effect, and you have to wait for a few words to judge. If you want to collect debts, the creditor will come to visit in person. Is it possible that my master is supreme?" The hundreds of people here are all creditors?"

When things come to an end, the more urgent you are, the more stable you will be.

Without waiting for the crowd to make noise, Tan Lede got the order to quickly stop everyone talking, and said sharply: "If it is to collect debts, those who hold the IOUs today can stay and discuss. The rest of the provocateurs and those who watch the excitement, it is better to disperse earlier."

"Just a few words from you, a yellow-haired kid, and you think I'm here to play?" Someone in the square sarcastically sarcastically.

Ling Qian sent a message to Tan Le: "I didn't come here to play. Could it be to declare war? The Immortal Alliance has rules and regulations. Any war must be punished. With the Immortal Alliance War Book in hand, you are clamoring today. Are you really famous?"

There was silence for a while.

After a long while, the leader said loudly again: "We belong to the Xianmeng, and you are not from the same sect. Who are you going to scare with this rule?"

"Because of this, Xianmeng can control you to kill me, but it can't control me to kill you." Tan Le said this for Ling Qian, with cold sweat on his forehead.

After saying a word, he took three glances at Ling Qian and saw that he was steady, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

When he spoke again, he added a little more arrogance than the previous words, "When a monk fights, it only depends on the level of the realm and the level of cultivation, and the fight is not about the number of heads."

The person who caused the trouble was naturally not a good person, he raised his eyes to look at Ling Qian carefully, and said in a choked voice: "With this ability, why doesn't the person in charge speak up?"

"Because you are not worthy," Tan Le said with a confident expression, "Brother Ling has now mastered the Taiyi Sword Art, and his cultivation has advanced to a higher level. When the sword is out of its sheath, you troublemakers, mixed with true and false, who can survive."

These words, accompanied by Ling Qian's cold and stern gaze, ruthlessly shot at Zhang Kuang's crowd.

Before the sword's edge arrived, it had already caused fear in the hearts of those who had seen the power of the head of the Taiyi Sect.

At this moment, Ling Qian gently pushed the scabbard away with her thumb, and the cold light refracted by an inch of metal shocked everyone so much that they dared not make any noise.

Those who have joined in the fun have retreated.

A middle-aged man with a short beard slowly walked out of the crowd, raised his hand and took out a piece of paper with unknown handwriting from his sleeve, and greeted him very gracefully.

The cloud was light and the wind was light, and said: "Nephew Ling, do you still remember Uncle?"

Ling Qian naturally remembered that not only this person, but he was familiar with many of the hundreds of people in front of him.

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "Nephew Ling remembers it. Look at the handwriting of your master, uncle?"

The man walked forward while putting on his clothes, deliberately tilting the paper so that he could vaguely recognize the handwriting of the master.

Since Ling Qian had something to say first and was familiar with it, there was no reason not to read the IOU.

He kept the etiquette of the juniors.

Unexpectedly, this man is close to him, but he is unwilling to pass it on by others.

While claiming to be an uncle and an elder, he stuffed the letter into Ling Qian's hand with one hand, and touched his wrist along his left hand with the other hand.

Ling Qian avoided quickly.

The man pinched his hands quickly, and kept saying he cared, persuading him: "Uncle can see that your complexion is not as good as before, and he is willing to test your body. Why, you seem to be afraid of uncle's test of skills."

These words stirred up thousands of waves, and immediately attracted the eyes of those who were persuaded by Ling Qian to leave.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ling Qian placed the sword between the two of them.

The man suddenly shook the letter paper flat in front of his eyes, and said in a very frivolous tone: "Uncle doesn't tell others, why don't nephew and nephew use the treasure house in the door as a dowry, and you and I share the same door."

Ling Qian's eyes were full of the words on the paper, Master's clear handwriting, what was written was just greetings between friends.

The person in front of him is clearly a good friend of the master, but now he is the first to come and throw trouble at him.

It was out of respect for the old that he lied to him first and said such humiliating words to him.

"You..." Ling Qian was impatient.

The man laughed until his beard trembled slightly, and said: "You can do it with your master, but I can't do it with my uncle?"

Ling Qian hadn't had time to ponder these words.

The man's proud face disappeared from his eyes almost instantly.

"What kind of uncle are you?"

Suddenly there was a loud thunderclap accompanied by howls of pain, and the burst of coercion shook everyone present to cover their eyes with their sleeves.

Only Ling Qian was not affected at all.

He clearly saw the face that dreamed every night.

The person who came was dressed in black, his whole body was dull like dark clouds of demonic energy, his scarlet eyes were full of murderous aura, and his snow-white five fingers clasped the head of the arrogant man like sharp claws.

Click.

What Ling Qian saw was that Moxiu tilted his head, and the veins on his slender neck stood out, showing his strength.

What everyone exclaimed was that the dignified elder Nascent Soul of the Cangqiong Sect had his head severed in an instant.

For this magic cultivator, the ease is like breaking a brittle carrot.

"Zongzhou." Ling Qian stared blankly at the bloody man, her voice hoarse.

He broke up with Zongzhou for three months, but he didn't know that the scene of seeing each other again was such a scene. It really made him witness the cruel killing that people said.

"Elder Duan Shui Liu of the Cang Qiong Sect, he is guilty of heinous crimes, bullies men and women, has no conscience, has been sheltered by the Immortal Alliance for many years, and has never announced his crimes to the world, why, you haven't heard of it?"

Seeing Zong Zhou loosen his hand, he twisted his fingers as if he felt dirty.

Let the broken body roll down the stone steps, and a skull rolls into the crowd.

The frightened crowd of birds and beasts scattered.

Not only one person from the Cangqiong sect came, but an elder died, and the rest of the disciples would naturally clamor.

He raised his voice and said, "Who are you, why should you send me elders to condemn me!"

Ling Qian's eyes were fixed on Zong Zhou's face.

Zong Zhou didn't even look at him.

Hearing this, his expression was loose, his lips curled into a smile without any warmth, no matter how handsome his face was, after the killing, it would only make people look at him with fear.

Zong Zhou raised his chin slightly, and said coldly: "This seat is the master of Xiaoyao Palace. If he is guilty, he will be sentenced to death. If you refuse?"

Lord of Xiaoyao Palace!

Once this name came out, no one dared to challenge it.

Don't say that Zong Zhou had the patience to give a reason to kill today, even if this number one demon cultivator can kill people for fun, who would dare not accept it.

Ling Qian knew that this person had concealed his identity during the year he spent with her, but now it seems that they are not the only ones who were exposed.

Thinking of this, Ling Qian's gaze lost warmth.

Unexpectedly, the eyes cast by Zong Zhou, who had been extremely indifferent since they met, suddenly became warmer.

Ling Qian was full of confusion.

In front of the hall, the disciples of the Cangqiong Sect who had their mouths covered and could not argue broke free, and roared angrily: "Good Ling Qian, you actually colluded with the devil to kill the elders of my sect. It turns out that the Taiyi Sect has already taken refuge in the Demon Palace."

"I didn't." Ling Qian immediately refuted.

He was unfeeling back then because he didn't want to drag down the reputation of the sect because of his personal relationship, so when we meet again today, he has no intention of reminiscing about the old days.

He spoke bluntly, and Zong Zhou also said bluntly: "You don't think I have feelings for you, do you?"

Ling Qian lowered her eyes to avoid staring at each other.

Naturally, he didn't dare to think about it. When he was retreating, he even believed that Zong Zhou wanted to skin and cramp himself.

Zong Zhou said again: "You also said that you have never been in love with me?"

Ling Qian raised her eyes upon hearing the sound, but said nothing.

Seeing Zongzhou smile freely, he said: "Since you are ruthless, I am here today to seek revenge."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone looked at each other in dismay, and all the performers turned into spectators with their ears pricked up, looking forward to the good show.

Zong Zhou glanced sideways at these immortal disciples, and said in a sarcastic tone, "I just heard these people say that there should be a priority in collecting debts. I think this is the only human thing they said today."

"What do I owe you?" Ling Qian really thought that the debt of love was not suitable to be put on the table. He lowered his voice and said, "If it's for a personal matter, can your lord wait for me to finish dealing with the sect's disaster and then discuss it in private? talk."

But Zongzhou didn't go his way, relying on his poor stature, his condescending gaze made him feel cold all over.

"Since the day we parted, there have been rumors that you have abandoned this seat for the sake of cultivating divine arts. How bad is your reputation?"

Seeing his pale complexion, Zong Zhou paused.

"Daoist Ling, if you think about it carefully, should you be held responsible for carrying such a shameful rumor in my capacity?"

What do you mean Daoist Ling? Three months ago, he called Xiaoqian.

Ling Qian blinked, and quickly let go of her random thoughts, and only said doubtfully, "I've never heard such a rumor."

But before the man on the opposite side spoke, the junior brother behind him spoke first.

Tan Le whispered in his ear and said: "This is indeed the case, the master said that there is no need to explain it, so that you will have honor."

Ling Qian opened her eyes wide and was speechless for a moment.

Just as he was about to ask Zong Zhou how he wanted to pay for his reputation, he saw Zong Zhou raised his hand and grabbed a man from the crowd, slashing the ribs of that man's chest with a knife.

"There is revenge. This person chased me in the East China Sea in the past. He took advantage of my injury and slashed him. The bones can be seen deep." Zong Zhou looked at Ling Qian and smiled slightly. One knife, can Ling Daochang want it?"

Ling Qian only felt an invisible wound on her chest, and her breathing was stagnant even if it didn't hurt.

Zongzhou also saw Zongzhou grab a person from the air, waved him casually, and threw him at the stone lion in front of the hall.

The man's forehead was cracked immediately, and his face was covered with blood.

One after another.

Everyone who offended Zongzhou was seriously injured, they had no power to fight back, and everyone deserved what they did.

When the wounded on the ground cried out with their heads in their arms, Zong Zhou finally set his sights on Ling Qian again.

"It's my turn, isn't it?" Ling Qian closed her eyes and sighed, only sighed that the house leaked and it rained all night, one bad thing after another.

Overnight, without his master, his skills were exhausted, and his soldiers approached the city.

Now another demon king came to seek revenge on him.

Others should be hurt, but I don't know if I deserve to die in Zongzhou's eyes.

"You have broken my heart." Zong Zhou walked in front of him, put his five fingers together, and stabbed his heart like a knife blade.

Ling Qian didn't take a step back.

It seems that the two of them on that night three months ago changed places.

He lowered his eyes to look at the knife in his hand, and sighed softly: "So is Your Majesty going to gouge out my heart?"

But he saw that the other party changed his hand knife into the palm of his hand, pressed it lightly against his heart, and whispered——

"I want your heart."

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