"Hehe, the Zijin City Auction House is my Zijin Sect's property. The monks under my disciples don't know the treasure and sell it as an ordinary thing. So I would like to ask all fellow Taoists of the Sword Sect to hand over the treasure, otherwise I won't blame me for taking ruthless actions." The young monk laughed and said, without any cover for his threat.

The Purple Gold Sect is a major sect in the Moro cultivation world. The sect leader, the Purple Gold Sect, was promoted to the fusion realm 300 years ago, which caused the strength of the entire sect to soar. It would naturally be a lot of suppression of the Chuangjian Sect, which had been secretly competing before. If the Chuangjian Sect had not weak strength, the head sect Jin Jian Taoist had already reached the level of accumulation without falling, and had entered the fusion realm in half a step. Many elders and disciples under the sect had a close relationship with the Lingyuan Sect, the spiritual source sect, who had been secretly competing with the Purple Gold Sect, had probably been erased from the Chuangjian Realm by thunder means.

But even so, the status of the Jian Sect is far from that of the Jinyu Sect. Otherwise, the winning of the treasure this time would not attract the pursuit of the Zijin Sect monks.

Yuancheng's eyes were cold, and he smiled coldly when he heard this, saying, "This treasure was obtained by our fair trade, and we can stand there anywhere! You, a monk from the Purple Gold Sect, don't know what the treasure has to do with us? Have you ever heard of the principle of forcing the buyer to return it after a transaction."

"I want to see if the news spreads today, what is your reputation in the Zijin Sect? Who dares to wait for a deal with you in the future?"

"It seems that fellow Taoist is preparing to toast and not eat the punishment." The face of the cultivator of the Purple Gold Sect suddenly became cold, "Take a move and take back the treasure! I, the Purple Gold Sect, will see who dares to say the first half."

The man's voice fell, and the one-eyed old man behind him sneered, and his cultivation level exploded. The late aura enveloped the entire Qili City without falling, attracting countless monks' awe-inspiring eyes, one by one, avoiding them from afar and daring to approach them.

"I'm enough to deal with three juniors. You can go down and capture the rest of the juniors of the Jian Sect to avoid any mistakes."

The one-eyed old man spoke, and the three monks behind him nodded, walked forward step by step, and sneered straight to the courtyard.

"Junior brother and sister, go quickly!" Yuan Cheng shouted angrily, and the sharp sword in his hand suddenly fell, trying to stop the three of them, "The sword rises and pierces the Changhong!" With one sword, a hundred-foot sword light shot out instantly. It was made by the fusion of pure sword intent in his body with magic power. It was extremely sharp and extremely lethal.

"Hmph! Your opponent is me!" The one-eyed old man sneered, and at this moment, he waved his sleeves suddenly, "The cold air can freeze thousands of miles, freeze thousands of creatures, and seal the town!"

While roaring, the magical powers took action, and the temperature suddenly dropped within three thousand feet of the entire space. Ice and snow void condensed. Within this range, the Nascent Soul cultivators could not resist the extreme yin and cold air, which could freeze flesh and blood, causing the soul to collapse.

Thousands of extremely cold air roared like poisonous snakes, and at this moment they suddenly rushed out and swayed straight towards the sword light. As the cold air burst out, the sword light was originally as fast as lightning, but it was reduced at a visible speed of the naked eye. Ice even condensed on it, and layers were thickening rapidly. After a few breaths, the sword light was already sealed in a piece of ice cubes of hundreds of feet in size, crystal clear, like a relief.

"Broken!" The one-eyed old man sneered and shook his sleeves in the middle of the robe. The ice cubes suddenly cracked open, and the sword light collapsed and disappeared. "Junior from Zhaojian Sect, I was destroyed by the golden sword. I believe that killing you three today is a cause and effect."

"Cloud air seals the town, let me die!"

The cultivator at the level of the accumulation level of the Undead extreme accumulation is also a mutated ice-attribute magical power. Once the full force breaks out, two monks at the middle stage of the Undead middle stage of the Undead middle stage of the Undead early stage of the Undead naturally cannot resist. At this moment, Yuancheng, Mingyuan, and Wang Xin can only stand with their backs on their backs, stimulating the sword intent to resist the invasion of extreme cold air. However, according to this trend, these three people will be invaded by the cold air for a moment at most, and then they will have the only way to die.

The three strongest people in the Jian Sect team were instantly controlled by others and even in danger of their lives.

Muzi and the other three expressed their shock and anger. At this moment, three old men from the Zijin Sect came sneered, and their aura had locked them firmly. With the help of not falling into the mid-stage cultivation level, they could be wiped out.

"Hehe, these two girls from the Jianjian Sect are quite handsome. Why don't you and I share them after taking them off?" The three old men looked fierce, and their eyes were full of lust. The three of them were originally demon cultivators, but they were subdued by the Zijin Venerable's cultivation and were named elders of the sect. They were born to be greedy for beauty, but they did not know that they had harmed the little female cultivators of the Zijin Sect. However, because the three of them had extraordinary identities, the Zijin Venerable turned a blind eye to this and ignored them as long as they didn't take action against the true disciples, which further encouraged the three of them to be arrogant.

"Brother said it well, but only two girls are not beautiful after all. You and I cannot enjoy it at the same time." The other person said with a strange smile.

The last person glanced in the courtyard and then smiled, "It's so wonderful. Apart from the girl from the Jianshen Sect, there is no other girl in this yard. She is very beautiful and quite in line with my appetite. Don't compete with me for the two brothers."

"Take action and take back the treasure. After you and I report to you, it's better to go back and enjoy yourself earlier."

The three old ghosts laughed "hoho" and although their voices were extremely low, they didn't know that they had already been heard.

Xiao Chen's face was calm, but there was a dangerous aura in his dark eyes. At this moment, he raised his head and looked at the three of them in a cold look. At the same time, the three Zijin Sect shouted violently, and their figures rushed towards him. Two of them rushed straight to the sword sect. The old monster finally spoke, but he headed straight for Qingmei.

Muzi and the other two cultivators of the Jianjian Sect were pale in an instant. When they heard what the three old monsters said, they were even more frightened. If they fell into their hands, they could imagine the miserable outcome.

Suddenly, a sudden change began to occur.

The three Zijin Sect cultivators had not yet approached the courtyard within ten feet, but their faces changed drastically, their pupils contracted, and their eyes showed endless fear. Their bodies threw away without warning were a little faster than when they came.

puff!

Blood spurted out from the seven orifices, and the three of them screamed at the same time.

Such a change instantly attracted countless monks' surprise eyes, and Muzi and three other monks of the Sword Clan revealed their joy after the disaster.

As for the monks of the Purple Gold Sect, they were extremely shocked and angry, but the person who took action in secret could instantly defeat and severely injured three mid-stage monks without any trace. Such methods were enough to make them extremely scared.

"I don't know which senior is meditating here. We are a cultivator of the Purple Gold Sect. Today, we have no intention of offending our seniors. Please don't be angry." The young monk spoke in a deep voice, with a sincere expression. "Previously, please don't interfere in this matter. My Zijin Sect is very grateful."

As for the one-eyed old man, he didn't care about killing the three men of Yuancheng of Zhan Jianzong, and his figure retreated and carefully protected the young monk. This person is the only son of the Zijin Venerable and has always been extremely favored. If an accident occurs, he will not be able to escape the ending of death.

No one answered the words, and there was a dead silence in the void.

Yuancheng, Mingyuan and Wang Xin also noticed something strange at this moment. They flew back to the courtyard, and their faces were pale. It was obvious that the previous fight was quite a loss. "I have a clear understanding of today's matter. The Zijin Sect bullies others with its power. I also asked the senior to help me. I am grateful to you."

After saying that, the three of them bent down respectfully with Mu Zi and others.

The green eyebrows looked strange, and his eyes turned and fell on Brother Xiao Chen. I don’t know where he got such a good mental state of mind. Until now, he could still keep his face unchanged and his heart still, as if things had nothing to do with him.

"Qingmei, why don't you give me a blessing quickly. If you can't ask this senior to help me today, you will be worried about your fate. So as not to cause dissatisfaction with the senior who secretly attacked." Muzi said anxiously and in a low voice.

The green eyebrows blinked and looked at someone innocently.

Xiao Chen shook his head helplessly. At this moment, the six monks of the Sword Clan took a step forward in shock and said lightly: "These three of them will be abandoned, and today's affairs will be over. You can go back quickly." He dared to have bad thoughts about Qingmei, so he naturally could not forgive him.

The sound fell and attracted countless attentions in an instant, all of which were shocked and suspicious.

Especially Muzi, Zhao Jianzong and others, their eyes widened at this moment, and they looked at the back of the green-robed monk in front of them, and they were instantly struck by lightning. Although their appearances were different, they were not unfamiliar with the figure standing upright with their hands on their backs.

How could it be, he is,

The cultivators of the Purple Gold Sect were shocked and angry when they heard this, but when they looked at Xiao Chen, they finally realized something wrong. Even if their eyes were sharp, they could not see the depth of this person, as deep as the bottomless abyss. The more they were, the more shocked, suspicious, and fearful they were.

"This senior, the Master Zijin is my father. These three are my elders of the Zijin Sect. If you have any offense, please forgive me." The young monk said in a deep voice, "Today, for the sake of seniors, my Zijin Sect can give up chasing the monks of the Jade Sect, and please let me go with you."

This person is also considered a person who can stretch and shrink. He can take it down and see that the situation is wrong. He immediately let go and take a step back. If the three Zijin Sect had no intention of being ill-intentioned to Qingmei, maybe Xiao Chen would let them go, but now he is a delusion.
Chapter completed!