"Who do you think you are to dare to be on equal footing with us?"
The Divine Feather Sect's Sect Master snorts disdainfully.
"First!"
Qin Dynasty lights a cigarette and blows out a smoke ring before saying, "This Seat does not know anyone called Ghost Mother. This Seat only knows one person called Lu Meijuan. The reason why this Seat is here is to give face to this Lu Meijuan person. As for Ghost Mother, who cares? This daddy doesn't know her! "
"You!"
Huangfu Yinruo is so angry that she frowns. She subconsciously wants to throw Xue Sha to properly punish this rude man.
At this moment, a hand is placed on her shoulder. That hand carries an ice-cold aura that seems to be able to freeze her heart. Huangfu Yinruo shivers and does not dare to move.
But when she looks around, there is no one around.
How strange!
Who is it! Could it be someone from the Heaven Hidden Sect!
Impossible, they are on the same side as me. Why would they help the Qin dynasty?
Who exactly is it …
"Secondly, who do you think you are to dare to speak to this Seat like this!"
"You are presumptuous!"
The Divine Feather Sect's Sect Master is furious. This is the first person in many years who dares to speak to him like this!
Even Ghost Mother has to be respectful when speaking to him!
But this kid actually dares to be so presumptuous!
If he does not teach him a lesson, he will not know the immensity of heaven and earth and how terrifying the eight ancient sects are!
"What? This Seat is presumptuous, what can you do to this Seat?"
After the Qin dynasty knows that the experts of the eight ancient sects do not dare to casually leave the enchantment, they are much more relaxed.
I knew that you would not be able to come out. This daddy is going to piss you off!
Who asked you to act cool!
"If you have the ability, come out and bite me! Come on! "
Qin Dynasty hooks his finger at the mirror, angering the Divine Feather Sect's Sect Master to death.
"Do you think that this Seat has no way to deal with you? You are just a small Rakshasa Sect, yet you dare to rebel! "
The Divine Feather Sect's Sect Master immediately shouts, "Zeyang, go and teach him a lesson. Slap him twice and let him remember!"
"I, this …"
Zhang Zeyang couldn't help but shudder when he recalled the scene of him being beaten up by the Qin dynasty.
"If I tell you to go, then just go. Are you going to defy the orders of the sect?!"
The Divine Feather School's Sect Leader did not know that his own sect's disciple had been defeated before, and Zhang Zeyang had never mentioned this matter before.
"Leader, I, I …"
"What's wrong with you? Do you want to anger me to death?!"
The Sect Master of the Divine Feather Sect cursed.
"Hey hey hey, lower your voice."
Qin Dynasty pressed his hand down and said, "Don't scare the child. Zhang Zeyang is your disciple after all. Are you going to watch him die?"
"Courting death? Hahaha! "
The Divine Feather Sect Leader laughed out loud, "Do you know what the eight ancient sects are? Do you know what realm my disciple is at? Flesh Immortal Stage, Flesh Immortal Stage, do you understand? This is the realm that you have been dreaming of for your entire lives! What level could this so-called Sect Master have? Golden Body, Thunder Tribulation? You people who still don't know what celestial power is, you are just frogs at the bottom of a well! You really think you can take it for granted! "
Qin Dynasty smoked as he listened to him speak. He only felt that this brother's words were really interesting.
"Zeyang, let him know what it means to be powerful! You are already at the Flesh Immortal Realm, are you afraid of the Sect Leader of a small sect! Quickly go, don't embarrass our Divine Feather School!
"Zhang Zeyang thought to himself, Sect Leader, Sect Leader, if I go up and get beaten up, I will be the one to lose face for our Divine Feather School!
"Hurry up! You dare to disobey the orders of the sect! Be careful that I expel you from the sect!
"The Divine Feather School's Sect Leader bellowed.
Zhang Zeyang had no other choice. Since the Sect Leader had said so, he had to bite the bullet and go up.
"Ghost God, come out!"
He could only release his own Ghost God. "Spirit Qi!"
A white figure appeared in a flash and entered his body.
This was Zhang Zeyang's Ghost God, a speed type Ghost God.
"He's using the Ghost God Possession the moment he comes out?"
The people from the other sects could not help but mutter, "This Zhang Zeyang is quite cautious."
"Damn it, he's using the Possession the moment he comes out. He's really embarrassing the sect!"
The Sect Leader of the Divine Feather School could not help but blame.
"You …" F * ck... "
Just as he was about to curse a few times, he suddenly stopped halfway through his words.
Because Zhang Zeyang's body instantly disappeared into the air. He must have launched an attack on the Qin dynasty.
At this time, the Qin dynasty did not move, but the woman behind him moved.
The woman stretched out her hand and swung it once.
"Pah!"
Zhang Zeyang's body appeared out of thin air. He spun a few times in the air and finally fell onto the table with a bang.
On the right side of his face, there were five finger marks that were clearly visible.
"This, how is this possible!"
Almost all the people from the sects could not help but cry out in alarm.
The Sect Leader of the Divine Feather School was even more surprised. He was very clear about Zhang Zeyang's speed.
The seemingly ordinary woman in front of him had actually slapped him directly in the mouth with a single slap?
What kind of judgment was that!
Or could it be that the other party's cultivation had reached a certain level?
How could this be! The other party was just a person from a small sect. How could he keep up with the speed of his own disciple?
All of this didn't seem real!
The most painful and sad one was Zhang Zeyang.
This was a sect full of beautiful women.
Seeing that he had fallen on the table, the surrounding female disciples were clearly laughing up their sleeves!
"Damn it, I already said that I don't want to go up. Why did that stupid Sect Leader urge me?"
"This is great. I haven't even touched the hair of the Qin dynasty, but I have already been slapped in the face!"
"It's over. My face has been thrown into the toilet."
"I don't have the face to go out anymore!"
"I'm not afraid of a godlike opponent, but I'm afraid of a pig-like leader."
"So sad!"
"You're asking for humiliation."
The Qin dynasty blew a smoke ring at Zhang Zeyang, who was lying there.
"Wu, wu, wu, do you think I want to ask for humiliation?"
"It's the leader's decision!"
Zhang Zeyang wanted to cry but had no tears.
"But it's the subordinate's life!"
"One word from the leader really makes the subordinate suffer!"
"I treated the sect like my first love, but the sect abused me thousands of times!"
"This is too f * cked up!"
"What kind of world is this!"
Just as Zhang Zeyang was complaining about the unfairness of the world, the Sect Leader of the Divine Feather Sect was so angry that he was about to go berserk.
"His own sect's disciple went up to teach the other party a lesson, but in the end, he was smacked down by the other party!"
"Damn it, what kind of situation is this!"
"Zhang Zeyang, did your cultivation go to waste!?"
He was so angry that he started cursing.
Zhang Zeyang really wanted to curse back.
"F * ck, if you have the ability, jump out of the mirror yourself!"
"F * ck, you only know how to order me around!"
"I'm your dog!"
"Do you want me to bark at you?"
Just as he was feeling depressed, the Sect Leader of the Immortal Slaying Pavilion suddenly spoke.
"Good skills, no wonder the Ghost Mother invited you over. "Zixu, go and test his strength!"
"Yes!"
The disciple with a large sword on his back immediately stood up.
The disciple looks very young as he said to the Qin dynasty.
"King Of Qin is too polite. I am Hou Zixu, the long sword disciple of the Immortal Slaying Pavilion's Daoist Longhu. I am untalented and have specially come to seek advice. Excuse me! "
As he spoke, he flipped his hand and pulled out his large sword emitting golden light. Rather than saying it is a treasure sword, it is better to say it is a gilded dragon with its tail pointing at the Qin dynasty.
"This person is the disciple of the Immortal Slaying Pavilion's Daoist Longhu."
Before making a move, Xuanyuan Yingji secretly transmitted her voice to the Qin dynasty, "That Immortal Slaying Pavilion has a total of eight people and has always been composed of eight people. They do not increase the number of people and each person only accepts one disciple. The sword in Hou Zixu's hand is actually an imitation of the Dragon Tiger Sword. Its power is less than 10%. "
"So that's how it is..."
The Qin dynasty nodded his head. Immortal Slaying Pavilion is really an interesting place. It has always been composed of eight people!
"Please enlighten me!"
Hou Zixu is still very polite. After he finished speaking, he immediately swung his sword.
The sword in his hand instantly turned into a long golden dragon and circled around the hall a few times. Finally, it suddenly fell towards the Qin dynasty.
"Dragon Flash!"
Following Hou Zixu's loud shout, the golden dragon pounced towards the Qin dynasty as if it wants to devour him.
Its aura is very ferocious.
Sitting on the chair, the Qin dynasty immediately felt a strong immortal force rushing towards him!
This power is at the Golden Immortal stage!
Good fellow, although he is only that Daoist Longhu's disciple, his strength is really not weak! He is at the same level as Han Yuze!
If I don't enter the Nine Dragon Armor to strengthen myself, I won't be able to defeat him!
But it doesn't matter, I have a top-grade bodyguard behind me!
"Bang!"
Just as the golden dragon is about to fall, Xuanyuan Yingji suddenly stretched out her hand and directly grabbed the golden dragon's head. Then she casually squeezed it.
With a flash of golden light, the entire golden dragon directly exploded into pieces, vanishing without a trace.
Hou Zixu seems to be slightly surprised, but he did not delay his attack rhythm because of that.
In an instant, he appeared on the table, standing in front of the Qin dynasty.
At the same time, he stretched out his right hand from his sleeve.
There is a small silver short sword in his hand.
"Tiger Roar!"
A fierce silver tiger suddenly pounced out with a loud roar, biting towards the neck of the Qin dynasty.
Looking at the shocked expression of the Qin dynasty, Hou Zixu is slightly proud.
This was his sure-kill skill. Ordinary people couldn't dodge it.
Even his own master, Daoist Longhu, has praised this move.
Using this move to defeat a sect leader of the Rakshasa Gate is simply a waste!
In his eyes, the Qin dynasty should already be lying on the ground, kneeling and begging for mercy.
"Clang!"
At this time, the delicate and pretty girl behind him stretched out a finger, using only a slender index finger to block his silver sword!
The tiger roar was forcibly blocked and dissipated in the air.
This time, Hou Zixu is really stunned.
"Your swordsmanship is not bad. Go back and tell your master that you can return to the furnace to forge more."
With that, the corners of Xuanyuan Yingji's mouth slightly curved upwards.
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