A washed-up martial arts master reborn 30 years ago

Chapter 938 Undercurrent
one thing,

This was something Yang Qingyun didn't expect at all.

That is,
Outside the gate of Qi's house, he was stopped!
Qi family,

There is actually a being in the realm of Hedao sitting there!

"I don't know who you are, but you want to stand up for the Qi family?"

High in the sky, facing the old monk in gray robes with a shiny head who flew out from the Qijia forbidden area and stood in front of him,

Regarding the appearance of the other party,
Although Yang Qingyun was a little surprised and confused,
But there was no fear on his face, and he looked up and down at the other person.

The guy in front of me, who looked like a monk, but had a vague feeling that something was wrong, suddenly appeared.

Just now,

When Yang Qingyun brought the two elders of the Tianhao Sect to the sky above the Qijia family's residence, his aura of the Hedao realm was not concealed at all. Like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, the sky seemed to collapse, crushing in the direction of the Qijia family. fall.

The other party suddenly appeared.

A figure rose into the sky from the depths of the Qi family's mountain gate and appeared in front of him,

It looked like it had been lying in wait for a long time.

The aura of the Hedao realm also exploded at that moment, competing with each other.

The whole world is empty,

Under the squeeze and collision of two vast and majestic forces, large areas of distortion visible to the naked eye were produced.

no doubt,

Although the other party did not speak, what he released was:

This Qi family,
He secured it!
"Amitabha, I have met Master Yang."

"I once heard someone say that the current generation's number one young person has unparalleled qualifications and is dominating the contemporary generation. Now that I see him, he is truly worthy of his reputation!"

The old monk Jiran put his palms together, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, with a look of compassion on his face, and spoke in approval.

The kind voice resounded through the void, causing the entire world to feel a sense of tranquility and peace.

"Your Excellency, there is no need to talk about this nonsense."

Yang Qingyun waved his hand and looked at the old monk in front of him, a faint light flashing deep in his eyes.

He seemed to ask intentionally or unintentionally:

"Your Excellency showed up to stand up for the Qi family and stood in front of Yang. But do you know where the grievances between Yang and them lie?"

He just came,

He didn't even say harsh words.

The other party came out.

Some hurriedly blocked in front of themselves.

Did he know in advance that he would arrive? Or is it because of other reasons?
Yang Qingyuan instinctively noticed that there seemed to be something deeper and more interesting hidden in it.

"Donor Yang, there is no need to test."

"I know why Master Yang came here."

"It's just about the Western Mountains in the Qilian Region."

The old monk didn't explain, and went straight to the point.

"Although the land of Xishan is a deserted land, the implications are particularly complicated."

"I'm so shameless here. I also ask Donor Yang to move the sect's retreat on that side."

"Oh, it seems that you have already understood the location of the sect behind me. It's awesome, awesome. But, why is this?"

There was still not much change on Yang Qingyun's face, and his voice was faint.

"Does this still mean that you are confident that your strength is superior to Yang's, so Yang must suffer the loss of being dumb?"

"Don't dare."

"The old monk only knows some nonsense. In a real fight, he will be inferior to fellow Taoist disciples from Tianmen, let alone the world's outstanding person who killed fellow Taoist fellows from Tianmen in the face of the benefactor."

"It's just that this matter is related to the plan of one of the four avenue masters. I would like to ask donor Yang to make it easier."

"I can compensate you tenfold for the losses caused!"

The old monk Ji Ran lowered his eyebrows and nodded, keeping his posture very low.

Yang Qingyun did not answer.

His figure was suspended in mid-air, looking at the other person, wondering what he was thinking.

The old monk Jingran didn't speak. He still clasped his hands and lowered his head and eyebrows, looking kind. The world became quiet for a while,
Deathly silence,

You can hear a pin drop.

Above the nine heavens,

The momentum of the two men each occupied a side of the world, and the whole world seemed to be split in half.

The arc fire crackled silently, and branch-like thunder spread among the thick dark clouds.

And in the earth below,

Everyone in the Qi family, including the patriarch and elders, was sweating profusely.

They looked up at the two figures facing each other in the sky,
It felt like the entire sky was pressing down on them,

Heavy and boundless pressure,
It almost makes them unable to stand up straight!
Countless people are terrified and uneasy, as if the doomsday natural disaster of despair and death will usher in the next moment!

Time is at this moment,
It seems to be longer than ever.

"Since the master has come forward in person, there is nothing wrong with Qingyun."

I don’t know how long it took, but Yang Qingyun, who was high in the sky, suddenly smiled and spoke loudly, and the clear voice spread to every corner of the void.

The tense atmosphere that was extremely oppressive, as if the sky was about to collapse in the next moment, quickly dissipated like ice and snow melting.

"It's just that I wonder if Master can tell me which Taoist master is behind this?"

Yang Qingyun asked casually.

The old monk Jiran shook his head slightly and said nothing.

Yang Qingyun nodded,

Without saying a word, he turned around and disappeared into the sky into an escaping figure.

Only his clear and calm voice echoed in the air:

"Don't forget to send the compensation!"

The old monk was silent and silent.

As if he had practiced meditation, he still stood in the same place, his posture not changing at all.

Qijia is stationed below,

As the terrifying pressure from the top disappeared, the members of the Qi family who were still able to stay awake immediately gasped for air. At the same time, they suddenly realized that the clothes on their bodies were all soaked, as if they had fallen into Like being fished out of the river again.

Many people have a sense of rebirth after death.

In the Qi family's ancestral hall, the head of the Qi family and the eldest elder looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

The Qi family chief's clothes shook, and a gust of air spread out. The magic power swept away all the sweat on his clothes and evaporated them.

Then it turned into a stream of light and flew into the air, arriving in front of the old monk Jiran who was still standing in mid-air.

"Thank you, Master, for your help. If Master were not here today, everyone in the Qi family would probably be dead!"

The head of the Qi family clasped his fists and saluted the old monk Ji Ran, bowed his head and bowed, his voice full of gratitude.

however,
Waiting for a long time,

But he didn't get a response from the other party.

He raised his head in confusion,
suddenly,
His eyes widened, his pupils shrank sharply, and his face showed a look of horror.

His whole heart was stagnated, and his whole body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave in the middle of winter and had a stream of ice water poured on his head. The coldness penetrated from head to toe, and his whole body was extremely stiff.

I see,

The silent old monk who was originally suspended in the sky in front had a trace of blood flowing down from the corner of his mouth.

The figure that was originally as motionless as a rock staggered at this moment, as if its body could not stand still.

What happened? !

a good moment,
The head of the Qi family just woke up in shock and stepped forward eagerly to help the other party.

"Grandmaster."

However, the old monk Ji Ran raised his hand to stop his movement.

He slowly raised his head and looked in the direction where Yang Qingyun left. His eyes on his slightly pale face became profound.

“It really lives up to its reputation”

The old monk seemed to be talking to himself in silence,

In a low voice.