Su Yiwen Lingzhao

When the old monsters such as Mu Lingjun retreated, they each left a storage bag.

Saying that this is their intention, please don't refuse Su Yiwan.

In fact, before Su Yi could speak, Qing Shi Jianxian smiled and put away these "intentions" and handed them over to the accountant on the side.

The accountant took a peek at one of the storage bags and took a deep breath.

There are more than ten kinds of feather-level magic medicine alone!

In addition, there are spiritual crystals, divine materials and other treasures, all of which are treasures in the feather level!

And this is just one of the storage bags.

"There are still more than ten Taikoo Dao Lineages and thousands of Ascension Realms in this game. When today's events come to an end, the spectators still don't know how many treasures they will receive!"

Mr. Accountant is already thinking about it.

Especially those treasures, you can't buy them at all!

At the same time, Li Zhong led a group of Ascension Realm characters in line.

Su Yi thought it was too tiring to stand, so he simply sat in the rattan chair and lifted the curse on those strong ascension realms one by one.

That scene was like a peerless famous doctor consulting a doctor.

However, the people who line up are all in the Ascension Realm, just pick one out and put it in the starry sky today, it is the existence that the world can only look up to.

In the following time, as Su Yi smashed the curses on those characters in the Ascension Realm one by one, excited cheers and heartfelt thanks also sounded one after another in the field.

Some strong people are even more excited, or dance, or cry with joy, or laugh again and again...

Such emotions also infected everyone present.

Each of the Ascension characters who are queuing up is looking forward to it.

Li Zhong also sent a "heart", which was personally selected by Mo Qingchou. There were not many treasures, but all of them were the top feather-level treasures, which were rare and precious.

However, Su Yi never glanced at it from beginning to end, and was directly collected by the accountant on the side.

Time passes until two hours later.

Su Yi has lifted the curse power from nearly 600 dead souls!

Mr. Accountant received seven gifts for Su Yi one after another.

Except for the gifts given by Mu Lingjun and others, all other gifts represent the will of the ancient Taoist party.

Not only are there many, but they are all treasures in the feather-level treasures, which are dazzling!

Mr. Accountant has seen all kinds of treasures in his life, but when he counted these gifts, he couldn't help but be eye-opening and shocked.

Some strange treasures that he has never seen, never heard of.

Like Akagi Daomen, they directly sent a batch of rare gods for sacrificing feather-level Dao swords, each of which is a rare treasure in the outside world.

If you see a person in the Xia Jingjing, you will also covet and be jealous!

In the end, the accountant was completely shocked.

There are too many treasures, and the value is too great for him to measure.

Mr. Accountant couldn’t help but doubt that even if he emptied all the belongings of Sihailou, he might not be able to compare with these gifts to Su Yi!

He has been in business all his life, but this is the first time he has seen how rich and powerful those ancient Taoists are, they are simply inhuman!

As for Su Yi, I don't feel it at all.

First, I don't know the weight of those gifts.

Secondly, he is busy and wants to end this boring and boring thing as soon as possible.

Occasionally, he will take a break and take a few sips of wine.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation in the distance, and the crowd lining up was commotion.

In the distance between the mountains and rivers, a treasure ship swept by a fairy light.

"Lingxiao Xianzhou?"

Li Zhong's eyes narrowed quietly.

"This immortal boat actually reappears in the world. Could it be that the power of the demons that once shook the ancient times has not really been destroyed?"

"The visitor is not good!"

Some of the people who were present at the scene also showed surprise.

This immortal boat was extremely famous in the ancient times, and it came from the Hong clan of the demons!

This is an ancient force from the fairyland, which came to the world in the ancient times and set off a big earthquake in the world!

At the same time, Sword Immortal Qingshi and Sword Monk Jiekong looked at each other, and their brows could not help frowning.

"Fellow Daoist Su, it is very likely that trouble is coming."

Qingshi Jianxian quickly transmitted a voice, "That Lingxiao Xianzhou is from the Hong clan in the fairy world. This clan inherits the blood of the demons. As early as the ancient times, it was famous in the human world, with an extremely terrifying background. Not inferior to the Xianjun family behind Mo Qingchou."

"Among the forces behind the descendants of the immortals in this world, there are only a handful of people who can compare with the Hong family."

The Sword Immortal Qingshi and the Sword Monk Jiekong were very solemn, and they were obviously quite afraid of this Hong family.

Su Yi was refreshed after learning this, and said, "It's the best, just hope you don't let me down!"

Before, he looked boring.

But at this time, it was obviously different, full of energy, and her eyes were full of expectations.

Qing Shi Jian Xian and Jie Kong Jian Seng were both stunned and speechless.

How can they not see, Su Yi seems to be looking forward to the Hong family to come to trouble?

While talking, under the gazes of countless astonished eyes, that sacred and extraordinary Lingxiao Xianzhou has slowly arrived on the scene.

After that, a group of figures filed out from the treasure ship.

He was led by a man with a feather crown, moiré boots, and a wide-sleeved jade robe.

"Hong Feiyu! It's this little devil!"

There was a sensation in the field, and the identity of the young man in the jade robe was recognized.

Hong Feiyu, the direct descendant of the Hong clan, pure blood demons, and the elders of his clan are all immortals! A veritable descendant of the fairy!

This person has a flamboyant and domineering temperament. As early as the ancient times, he had the title of Little Devil God, and he was the descendant of other immortals.

The most interesting thing is that Hong Feiyu also has a brother who can be called a peerless evildoer. One of the leaders of the descendants.

"It turned out to be this devil."

Qing Shi Jianxian's eyelids jumped, this is definitely a stubborn stubble!

"Beside Hong Feiyu, there are a lot of old things from the Xia Jingjing. Today's affairs...I'm afraid it will be troublesome."

Jie Kong Sword Monk frowned.

He told Su Yi through voice transmission that among the strong men around Hong Feiyu, three were from the Hong clan, and the other old monsters were from Tianyin Xianmen, Huangquan Magic Mountain, and Jiuyin Magic Mountain. Wait for the ancient magic power!

And these forces once participated in the battle of Zixiaotai and had a feud with Su Yi!

Now, Hong Feiyu showed up with such a group of old guys, obviously the comers are not good.

Su Yi smiled and said, "This is better."

At a glance, he saw that beside Hong Feiyu, there was an old guy from the ancient Zhong family!

It was a golden-robed man named Zhong Wanli, a living fossil-level antique from the Zhong family.

During the conversation, beside Hong Feiyu, a thin old man with white hair was leading the way.

"Everyone, please make way."

The white-haired old man opened his mouth, his voice was old and hoarse, showing great power.

The atmosphere was depressing and dull.

Everyone present, who can not see that Hong Feiyu and others are not good?

People who were still in line didn't dare to stand in front of them and make way.

Hong Feiyu held the jade fan in his hand, glanced at the audience, smiled, and Shi Shiran woke up here.

A group of old guys followed, like the stars and the moon, which made Hong Feiyu's identity more and more aloof.

From beginning to end, none of the more than ten Taikoo Taoist powerhouses dared to speak up, and none of them dared to stand in the way!

The brows of Sword Immortal Qingshi and Sword Monk Jiekong were all frowned.

"Fellow Daoist Su, this Hong Feiyu has a domineering and cruel temperament and has a special status. If possible, try not to conflict with him."

Li Zhong's voice transmission reminded Su Yi.

Su Yi didn't say anything, just sat there drinking alone.

Such a gesture made Li Zhong tremble, realizing that Su Yi probably didn't listen to his words at all!

"Brother Qingshi, please persuade fellow Daoist Su, don't offend Hong Feiyu, otherwise, it will definitely bring disaster."

At the same time, Mu Lingjun quickly transmitted his voice to Qingshi Jianxian.

This person and Huang Jianmo and other old monsters in the Xia Realm all looked solemn.

"Brother Mu, I've accepted it with good intentions, but don't say it again, otherwise, it will surely provoke the disgust of fellow Daoist Su."

Qing Shi Jianxian frowned and said, "You can just stand by and watch."

Mu Lingjun and the others looked at each other in shock and puzzled. Under these circumstances, wouldn't it be the wisest thing to avoid conflicts with Hong Feiyu as much as possible?

At this time, Hong Feiyu and his party had come over.

Innumerable gazes in the field also gathered, and the atmosphere became more and more depressing.

"Young man, when you see the arrival of my young master, why don't you get up to greet him?"

The thin white-haired old man snorted coldly.

The sound is like a dull thunder, making the mountains and rivers tremble, and the power is overwhelming.

"Heh, very majestic."

Qing Shi Jianxian laughed, pointed to the sword mark on the ground in the distance, and said, "I might as well say bluntly, no matter who comes today, they must act according to the rules, and who dares to surpass this Line, don't blame me for waiting!"

The sound is like the sound of a sword, and the killing energy is amazing.

Everyone sucked in a breath, but in the face of Hong Feiyu and others, Qing Shi Jianxian was still so strong.

Su Yi sat there calmly, looked at Hong Feiyu and others with cold eyes, and said nothing.

"You..."

The skinny white-haired old man's face sank. He was about to say something when Hong Feiyu stopped him with a smile.

"We are guests, we are here to ask fellow Daoist Su for help, be polite and don't lose your courtesy!"

Hong Feiyu said, paused beyond a sword mark on the ground, and did not move forward.

Afterwards, he smiled and clasped his fists, greeted Su Yi who was sitting in the rattan chair, and said, "Hong came uninvited with some friends, so please don't be surprised by fellow Daoist Su."