Qiu Li slowly climbed up the stairs with his sword in his arms.

The fists in the sleeves are clenched.

Guarding under the steps of the hall were his disciples of Shangqing Palace. At this moment, the disciples of Lingxu Sect stood in front of the gate of the Shangqing Palace. Even Qiu Li, who had always adhered to etiquette as his words and deeds, could not help but look angry. There was no other domineering thing in such a domineering matter that was to occupy the magpie's nest!

The two cultivators standing outside the gate of the Shangqing Palace were also cultivators of the Nascent Soul Realm. They were frivolous and did not have the etiquette they should do as disciples of famous sects. They lazily glanced at Qiu Li who came up with a sword. Perhaps the elder's emblem on Qiu Li's chest was extremely conspicuous and the sword box behind him. The two Lingxu Sect disciples did not dare to tease the younger generation of the Shangqing Palace Jindan Realm, underestimate the sword-holding elder in front of him, whose cultivation was vaguely higher than them. They did not dare to make things difficult and gave in.

Qiu Li's eyes, which were healed and restored to light, were only slightly circulated with spiritual power, and the mystery was no less than the magical power of the pupil technique. He understood the vulgarity mixed in the lips of the two Lingxu disciples, and the powerful spiritual power shook. The two Lingxu disciples with unpredictable minds were unstable and fell to eat shit. Qiu Li snorted coldly, threw his sleeves and walked into the hall.

In the magnificent hall surrounded by mountains and rivers, there were two tea cups on the table, and the tea mist was lingering. The face of Liu Chuxuan, the head of the Shangqing Palace, was blurred in the fog.

In front of him was Fang Tai, the eldest elder who was firmly seated in the second seat in Lingxu Sect.

The great elder of Lingxu Sect, who was the guest, rubbed the teacup and said with a smile: "Before this trip, I had seen many ancient poems left by literati and poets in the ancient classics of Lingxu Sect. Among them, there are many good poems about the beautiful scenery of Shangqing Palace, such as the brocade arranged in front of the door as a screen, the wall is clear and green, the courtyard is full of a hundred years old, the peony and apricot, and every flower and a tree is also spiritual. These are good poems that can be listed as top-grade ones."

Fang Tai raised his glass to taste tea, and then said, "It's just that the literati and poets have unique skills, they like to exaggerate. Even though they are not very good, they can write like flowers. I hate those who are cheating the most. But when you come to Shangqing Palace today, the ginkgo in the front yard, which is thousands of years old and the white peony in the back yard is like ice plates, is really what the poem says. Shangqing Palace is blessed."

Liu Chuxuan narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "If fellow Taoist Fang likes it, the Lord of the Palace can give this thousand-year-old ginkgo tree and ice plate peony to the fellow Taoist to express his feelings."

Fang Tai put down the teacup and said, "No matter how beautiful and precious the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree and ice plate peonies are, how can they compare to the Purple Spirit Crystal Mineral Veins?"

The temperature in the hall suddenly dropped to freezing point.

The fearless elder of Lingxu Sect put his hands in his sleeves, and the curve of his mouth was as cold as the broken air in the hall. He said straight to the point: "The matters of Zhongli in Cangxi Prefecture are decided by Lingxu Sect. It's fine if you eat all the fish and shrimps that cannot be used on the table. You can eat them all by yourself. The important matters that can improve the overall strength of the entire Cangxi Prefecture can be hidden and not reported. The Shangqing Palace has sent messengers to send messages several times before, but you haven't replied. You have never replied. You want to close the door and divide them up. Do you not take our Lingxu Sect seriously?"

Liu Chuxuan was obviously not a good bone to chew, so he asked back: "My Shangqing Palace is really bright in the second-grade sect sequence of the Immortal Dao Alliance. The entire Mang Mountain belongs to the area of ​​Shangqing Palace. Your Lingxu Sect is not far away from thousands of miles to try to get involved. Do you really think that you can just find an excuse to see the rules in the Immortal Dao Alliance? "

"Rules? Joke!"

Fang Tai laughed when he heard this: "Who has a big fist is the rule. Second-grade sects are as numerous as a cow on the Jiuzhou Continent. Those idle families on the top of the Immortal Dao Alliance will come to take care of the mess in the Shangqing Palace? Liu Chuxuan, you might as well try it and see if you can pass the trial level of the Immortal Dao Alliance with a complaint!"

Liu Chuxuan, who knew a little about the operating mode of the Immortal Dao Alliance, had a gloomy face.

Although the number of second-grade sects in the entire Jiuzhou Continent is not as lowly as the number of Fang Tai's mouth, it is quite a lot. For second-grade sects with so many management numbers, the Immortal Dao Alliance cannot cover everything. Most of them are just a one-stick deal. What's more, Liu Chuxuan is only in the realm of the God Transformation Realm and cannot reach the upper and even the top level of the Immortal Dao Alliance. He has no chance to know the person responsible for reviewing the complaints of the sects registered in the Immortal Dao Alliance. It is difficult to be submitted in a snowflake-like complaint. Even if he stepped on the shit, he was lucky enough to be seen by the upper level of the Immortal Dao Alliance. God knows whether it will attract a tiger larger than Lingxu Sect.

Liu Chuxuan was in a dilemma and was in a dilemma.

Seeing that the Lord of Shangqing Palace in front of him was not speaking, Fang Tai had a fleeting sneering smile on his lips. He put away the stick and took out his candied dates and said, "As long as Shangqing Palace handed over the purple spirit crystal vein to our Lingxu Sect, we can guarantee that Shangqing Palace will sit firmly in the second seat in Cangxi Prefecture. By then, your Shangqing Palace will be under the entire Cangxi Prefecture and above the Ten Thousand Sects. Such a good thing, Fellow Daoist Liu, is hard to find with a lantern."

The chief disciple of Lingxu Sect, who respectfully bowed his head behind the Great Elder, grinned silently, and his slightly pale face was wearing a pair of lenses made of graphite crystal marrow. If Chang Xi was here, he would definitely recognize that this person was the thin disciple who designed to revenge Chen Haoran and his party in the Mangshan Mausoleum Hall.

Lingxu Sect, don’t talk.

Mo Yu liked this wonderful feeling of holding others' life and death in his hands. He set up a plan to kill several of his senior brothers and sisters in the sect. After returning to the sect, he changed his previous weak appearance of obedience and began to stir up the muddy waters among the younger generation of Lingxu Sect. He used other people's hands to eliminate dissidents many times, seized several key opportunities, stepped on the shoulders of countless former fellow disciples, and finally became the chief.

When he saw the high-ranking elder, he had almost decided the ownership of the purple spirit crystal vein in just a few words. The Shangqing Palace seemed to be able to stare at the gloomy face, and he did not dare to disobey them any more.

The head of the Lingxu Sect who tasted the taste of power appeared with an intoxicating expression on his face. He clenched his fists secretly, as if he had seen the scene where he took over the position of the leader of the Lingxu Sect many years later. He sneered, he wanted to kill all those who looked down on him and those who looked down on his parents back then.

The sound of someone breaking the ice with his sleeves came from the hall. The three of them looked at each other with solemn or disdainful eyes. Qiu Li held his fists and handed them to the tip of his nose, and said in a deep voice: "The elder holding the sword Qiu Li met the palace master."

Liu Chuxuan said, "If you have something to do, you will report it."

There was a sword intent between Qiu Li's eyes, and he looked at Fang Tai without fear, saying neither humbly nor arrogantly: "The disciples of the sect are stationed in the Purple Spirit Crystal Mineral Vein. Today, they had a conflict with the disciples of the Lingxu Sect who came to provoke. The disciples of the sect won the triumph of the sect. The disciples of the sect won the triumph of the sect."

"You are bold! How dare you hurt my disciples of Lingxu Sect?"

Fang Tai didn't care about his identity as a "guest". He did not give Liu Chuxuan any face in the Shangqing Palace Hall. He stood up first to attack. The terrifying pressure of the God Transformation Realm was like a heavy hammer hitting Qiu Li's chest.

The first level of the God Transformation Realm and the Nascent Soul Realm are like a natural barrier.

Cultivators in the Nascent Soul Realm are collectively called major cultivation in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, while cultivators who are already half a god are called powerful people.

The difference between one word and the difference between the mud.

The sword box behind Qiu Li was roaring, and the majestic sword energy protected the master on its own. However, this majestic sword energy was so vulnerable in front of Fang Tai, who had the cultivation level of the God Transformation Realm. The power of the God Transformation Realm alone suppressed Qiu Li's sword energy. Qiu Li, who couldn't help but retreat, spit out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the sect emblem on his chest symbolizing the Shangqing Palace.

"Lingxu Sect is too tyrannical and dares to hurt my elder!"

Liu Chuxuan stood up and slashed with his palm. His deep cultivation level, both of whom were in the God Transformation Realm, offset the pressure and momentum that surged in the hall. When he saw that the elder of the sect was humiliated, Liu Chuxuan, who was not the one who could be kneaded, was unwilling to commit to his compulsory work. He looked ferocious and said, "Old Dog Fang Tai, try moving again!"

A sound of old dog means that the Shangqing Palace finally broke up with Lingxu Sect. Fang Tai smiled furiously and said, "I hope you can speak so hard in front of our sect leader Lingxuzi. Liu Chuxuan, you really ruined the entire Shangqing Palace."

As soon as Fang Tai finished speaking, a disciple of the Shangqing Palace stumbled into the hall, knelt on his knees, and said in an uncontrollable tremolo: "Report to the Palace Master, there is an enemy attack!"

Liu Chuxuan's eyes suddenly narrowed. Could it be that Lingxu Sect had already made preparations for both hands, negotiated and attacked with one hand? But when he saw the great elder of Lingxu Sect opposite the table showing a strange expression, he knew that the worst scene did not happen, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, come on slowly."

The disciple of Shangqing Palace, who was obviously the first time he saw such a magnificent scenery, raised his head in the surrounding ice slag with the help of Qiu Li.
Chapter completed!