Forgotten Immortal Emperor Zun

Chapter 301 Reinforcement
The setting sun is like blood. The first form of Yuan Ye's three long spear styles is also the only group injury martial art among the three styles. With one shot, as long as the cultivator who cannot completely crush him in terms of cultivation level wants to get back under this shot. There is basically no one who can hurt him.

What's more, the killing intent of sword and ax that he had learned in the sacred tomb was added to this spear style, which made the killing intent in this spear style even more brutal.

So when Yuan Ye threw out his long spear, he used his spiritual sense to lock Wang Jian firmly, luring Wang Jian to attack him from behind. Seeing Wang Jian being fooled, Yuan Ye spared no effort to kill those few The nine-star monk blocked Wang Jian's back sword and caused Wang Jian a lot of injuries.

Wang Jian wanted to crush Yuan Ye in terms of cultivation. It was a dream. He came to the sacred tomb this time to send Jin'er and his party to practice in the sacred tomb. The reason why he didn't accompany Jin'er and the others , because he was afraid that his cultivation base would make a breakthrough in the sacred tomb.

His cultivation is close to the late stage of foundation establishment, and he is only one retreat away from the peak. If he breaks through again, it will exceed the range of cultivation allowed by the heavenly dao of this continent. He doesn't want to be killed by the heavenly dao directly.

"How can you be so strong?"

Wang Jian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. If he hadn't suppressed the restlessness in his chest with his self-cultivation, a mouthful of blood would have spewed out by now.

He was shocked, his cultivation level, even those veteran foundation-builder cultivators in this continent, could not cause him any harm, now that Yuan Ye could seriously injure him, he couldn't help but be shocked by Yuan Ye's combat power.

"No matter how much you delay, before others come to support you, you are dead. As a strong man, you still deserve the dignity you deserve."

The dignity of the strong can only be resolved by oneself.

Wang Jian shook his head with a wry smile.

"Since the matter has come to this point, how about I am willing to give out my life's income in exchange for a life?"

In Wang Jian's view, he is now the elder Keqing of the Lubei Sect. If Yuan Ye didn't want to implicate the sect and the Lubei Sect, he would not have done too much. The reason why he acted like he wanted to kill himself was nothing more than thinking too much Just want some benefits.

"You think too much. I'm not interested in your things."

"Boy, this old man is now the elder Keqing of Lubei Sect. If you kill me, aren't you afraid of triggering a war between the two sects? Besides, this old man has no enmity with you, why bother to kill them all?"

"Zongmen battle? I don't think you have the ability to jump into a battle. Even if you have, I will follow up."

"Can you take it?"

Before Yuan Ye could finish his words, two figures floated from the air to behind Yuan Ye silently, echoed with Wang Jian, and seemed to have trapped Yuan Ye between the three of them.

"Old Sect Master, Sect Master Chu."

Seeing the two old men floating in the air, Wang Jian clasped his fists and saluted happily. If Wang Jian saw the two before, he would not be so polite at all, but it is different now. Killing Yuan Ye should be more than enough to ensure his own safety.

How could Wang Jian be unhappy that he could save his life.

Wang Jian was happy, but Yuan Ye was sitting on the wax. This is exactly the same as in TV dramas, where bad guys die of verbosity. Now it seems that this rule also applies to good guys.

"Why, boy Yuan, relying on his own cultivation, he can be on par with us, can't he even know basic etiquette?"

The old man wearing Tao Yunzong's costume has an immortal demeanor. With a dust in his hand, Yuan Ye couldn't tell what level of magic weapon it was, but Yuan Ye had a feeling that this magic weapon should come from the land of the sacred tomb.

Wang Jian called this person Chu Zongzhu. Judging by his age, Yuan Ye knew that this person was the founder of Daoyun Sect, Chu Weidao, the powerful master of the older generation.

And the other old man, who was wearing Lubeizong's costume, was able to walk with him. Presumably, it should be Zhukong, the elder master and strong man of Lubeizong.

The two people, Yuan Ye and Yao Lao, had already been familiar with each other when they talked about the world's foundation-building powerhouses when they were very young. Now that they saw the two real bodies, they indeed carried a powerful aura that did not match their age at all.

"Yuan Ye met two seniors."

Yuan Ye bowed and saluted slightly. The two elders were right. After all, Yuan Ye was indeed a junior in front of them.

"Hmph, I really don't know how old man Feng educated you, you need to be reminded by us two old guys for a little etiquette."

Although the name of Zhukong of Lubeizong seems indifferent, but this temper seems to be somewhat opposite.

"Two suzerains, this kid not only killed the monks of my Lubei sect, but also forcibly broke into the ground of the sacred tomb. It is simply audacious. What's more, he also killed the disciples and grandchildren of Chu's sect. It is an unforgivable crime. Let's join hands to attack How about killing him, as for the things that are rumored to be on his body, all belong to the two old suzerains."

"What are you? You dare to use the old man as a weapon."

Before Wang Jian finished his speech, Chu Weidao, who had been indifferent just now, interrupted Wang Jian's words with a wave of his hand.

(End of this chapter)