I'm not a god of wine

Chapter 124 The Death of Yang Yi

Chapter 124 The Death of Yang Yi
Demon leader?

Hearing these four words, everyone present was startled, as if facing a formidable enemy.

One Yang Yi is already troublesome enough, if there is another leader of the Demon Cult, then I am afraid that all of them will have to explain here tonight.

Kou Huai's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly became excited, and said loudly: "Dare to ask, but is Senior Sword Immortal here?"

He had personally experienced the Battle of Jialing City, so he naturally knew who owned the current Qinglian Sword.

What's more, if it wasn't for that Qinglian Sword Immortal, Kou Huai would have died in the hands of Wei Wuji long ago. Strictly speaking, that senior was his savior.

The old Taoist frowned, and couldn't help asking: "Senior Sword Immortal? Which Sword Immortal? When did such a number one person appear in the Jianghu?"

He has practiced Taoism in the mountains all year round, so he doesn't know much about the affairs of the rivers and lakes.

Ling Xiaozi explained: "Master Uncle doesn't know, that Qinglian Sword Immortal is a third-rank master. Just a month ago, the demon sect led troops to attack Jialing City, intending to turn all the people in the city into refined corpses. Sword Immortal Qinglian repelled Wei Wuji, the leader of the Demon Cult, and Jialing City was spared."

"I see."

The old Taoist nodded and suddenly realized.

"That's not all. It is said that His Majesty has given him the title of Marquis of Qinglian because of his great contributions. Tianji Pavilion has also listed him as the first in the list of new masters."

Ling Xiaozi said with emotion: "This senior Sword Immortal is indeed an extraordinary man."

"If it is really such a character, Yang Yi will definitely die today!"

There was hope again in everyone's eyes.

"Sword Immortal Qinglian..."

Yang Yi's eyes showed deep fear. He was a character who had defeated even the leader of the Demon Cult, Wei Wuji. He didn't think he could survive in the hands of such a super expert.

Although he is the pinnacle of the fourth rank, it seems that he is only one step away from the third rank.

But this step is a gap between heaven and earth.

All the masters are ants, this is not just talk, as the existence that initially broke the shackles of heaven and earth, the master can fly in the sky.

This alone makes the monks under the master feel desperate. He has the air supremacy. He can hit you, but you can't hurt him. How can you play this?
What's more, even if the master doesn't control the sky, the fourth rank is far inferior to strength alone.

Someone once conducted a test and concluded that even the weakest newly promoted Grandmaster can easily defeat ten strongest fourth-rank peaks teaming up.

It is precisely because of this that there is a saying that the national strength is judged by the master.

There are 20 billion people in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and more than [-] grandmasters have emerged. Only then can it become the most powerful country in the world, coercing the world, and all nations come to court.

Huangfu Yunyan had lingering fears in her heart, suddenly, she seemed to feel something, and looked towards the hall door.

Everyone also looked back one after another.

A slender figure in Tsing Yi walked towards the crowd step by step with his hands behind his back.

The clear sound of footsteps echoed in the hall, as if stepping on the heartbeat of everyone. Everyone stared at the figure fixedly, not daring to breathe.

Finally, the figure approached and stood still.

It's really Qinglian Sword Immortal!
Kou Huai recognized it at a glance, this is his savior, and he will never admit his mistake.

"The last general, Kou Huai, pay homage to Qinglianhou!"

Kou Huai reacted first, his face flushed, he knelt down without hesitation, and bowed deeply.

This kneeling is not only a respect for the strength and status of the person in front of him, but also an expression of gratitude for his life-saving grace.

"Junior Ling Xiaozi, I have met Senior Sword Immortal!"

Ling Xiaozi was the second to react. He brushed off his sleeves with a solemn expression, bowed deeply and saluted as a junior.

The old Taoist priest and Yang Tonglin looked at each other with some doubts in their eyes. They didn't feel any guru aura from the person in front of them.

But immediately, they thought of a saying that among the masters, there are those with advanced cultivation bases who can achieve the state of returning to the basics.

Such a master, at first glance, is no different from an ordinary person who does not know martial arts.

Could it be that the senior in front of him is a peerless expert who has reached such a state?

It must be so, otherwise, Kou Huai, who is also the pinnacle of the fourth rank, would never have given such a big gift as a pacifier.

The two of them understood, and the look of horror in their eyes was fleeting, and they also bent down and saluted.

Qiao'er and Chang Wei had never seen a master-level super master, so they couldn't say anything excited at the moment, so they could only kneel on the ground and salute.

"Brother Chang, why do I feel that this senior is somewhat familiar?" Qiao'er whispered.

Chang Wei glared at her immediately: "Don't talk nonsense, you can also talk about the master?"

Qiaoer pursed her lips, not daring to say any more.

She raised her head and peeked at it, and she was full of slander in her heart. She really felt that the senior master in front of her was very familiar.

Huangfu Yunyan frowned slightly as she looked at the Qinglian Sword Immortal.

Like Qiao'er, she also felt that the person in front of her was somewhat familiar, but judging by his appearance, she clearly didn't know him.

"You don't need to be formal, get up." The Tsing Yi Sword Immortal said lightly.

"Thank you senior!"

Everyone stood up with one voice.

This Sword Immortal Qinglian was naturally played by Xu Le. In order to break the situation, he had to make a bad move.

In fact, the reason why he was able to defeat Wei Wuji that day was because he reversed the formation and stole the power of the evil Buddha.

Coupled with the help of the Qinglian Sword, he was able to fight Wei Wuji evenly, and even after he let go of the bone shrinking skill and broke out, he was injured and receded.

But right now he doesn't have the favorable conditions that he had back then.

He did not hesitate to use secret techniques to forcibly summon the Qinglian Sword. His actual cultivation is still at the peak of the eighth rank. If he releases the bone shrinking skill, he can fight against the strong at the beginning of the sixth rank.

But this is still not enough. In front of Yang Yi, who is at the peak of the fourth rank, he will definitely not be able to make one move.

To put it bluntly, the current him is just a paper tiger.

The only way out now is to scare Yang Yi away by pulling the tiger skin of Qinglian Sword Immortal.

Xu Le thought secretly in his heart, but he walked towards Yang Yi step by step, with a calm face, without saying a word.

Seeing Xu Le approaching, Yang Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he stepped back involuntarily.

Although the person in front of him didn't have any aura of a master, but Qinglian Sword Immortal's reputation was too great, and he didn't dare to relax at all.

Drops of cold sweat trickled down Yang Yi's forehead.

Absolutely can't sit still.

Yang Yi was anxious, but in front of a master, he didn't dare to make any small moves. Suddenly, he saw the Qinglian sword not far away, and his eyes lit up.

Immediately, he bowed and cupped his hands, begging: "Senior Sword Immortal, just listen to this junior."

"Say."

Xu Le stopped in his tracks and said lightly.

"This junior knows that you are the Lord of the Qinglian Sword, and that the Qinglian Sword is the sacred token of the leader of the Holy Cult. It is supreme. I also ask the senior to look at the Qinglian Sword's face and let the younger one go."

As Yang Yi said, he took out two small bottles from his pocket, and said respectfully: "Here, junior, I have a thousand-year-old lotus seed heart and a piece of red kite blood. If senior does not give up, these things will be given to senior."

The thousand-year lotus seed heart, the blood of the red kite!

Xu Le's heart skipped a beat, and he almost couldn't hold it back.

Both of these are priceless treasures. The thousand-year-old lotus seed heart is the main material for brewing the seven-wine sword sect green wood wine, and the blood of the red kite can be used to refine the flame wine.

As long as he can get these two treasures, Xu Le is confident that he can refine these two wines within a month.

Forcibly suppressing the excitement in his heart, Xu Le did not change his face, looked at Yang Yi coldly, and said in a deep voice: "I can let you go..."

"Thank you senior!"

Yang Yi was ecstatic, and immediately threw the thousand-year-old lotus seed heart and the blood of the red kite to Xu Le. He believed that a dignified master would never renege on his promise and become fat.

After receiving the two treasures, Xu Le felt sure, looked at Yang Yi and said, "Don't worry, you can go, but you have to kneel in front of His Royal Highness and kowtow three times. Besides, you pinched His Highness's neck with your right arm just now, right? Then Cut off your right arm!"

"What!" Yang Yi was taken aback, with a flash of hesitation in his eyes.

Severing his right arm will definitely have a huge impact on his own strength, and the severed right arm is almost impossible to regenerate unless he can reach the second-rank realm...

This means that he will be a one-armed cripple for the rest of his life.

Huangfu Yunyan's eyes moved, and she took a deep look at the Tsing Yi Sword Immortal in front of her.

"Chong!"

As soon as Qinglian sword moved, it automatically flew into Xu Le's hands.

"You don't have much time." Xu Le said lightly.

"Senior...I...I..." Yang Yi said bitterly, looking at the Qinglian Sword in Xu Le's hand, the cold sweat on his forehead grew more and more.

boom!
At this moment, a terrifying aura erupted from Xu Le, as if pressing a mountain on everyone.

This breath is fleeting.

Grandmaster!

This time, everyone present was sure that this Tsing Yi Sword Immortal was indeed a master.

Xu Le's face was very impatient.

The fear in Yang Yi's heart reached the extreme, the aura that Xu Le erupted just now made him completely desperate.

"I...I kneel!" He endured the humiliation and pain, knelt down in front of Huangfu Yunyan, kowtowed three times, then gritted his teeth, and ruthlessly tore his right arm apart!
The next moment, blood rained, and blood gushed from the severed arm.

Qiao'er's face was pale, she covered her eyes in fright, Huangfu Yunyan frowned, she turned her head away, unable to bear to look.

Yang Yi was sweating like rain, his eyes were bloodshot, he endured the pain, stopped the blood, stood up tremblingly, looked up at Xu Le: "Senior...I...can I go?"

"Go away!" Xu Le nodded.

"Thank you senior."

Yang Yi bowed and staggered towards the outside of the Tianzi Hall.

Suddenly, Kou Huai, the old Taoist priest, and Yang Tonglin were shocked at the same time. They received a voice transmission from Xu Le, and there was only one word: kill!

The three looked at each other, and without hesitation, they attacked Yang Yi together.

Bang bang bang!
Three fourth-rank masters joined forces to strike, and Yang Yi, who had already lost one arm, was no match at all. He was thrown into the air by a heavy blow, and fell to the ground, with a mouthful of blood suddenly spewing out from his mouth.

Yang Yi raised his head with strong support, his eyes were full of resentment, anger, and unwillingness, and he stared at Xu Le's figure, as if asking why.

"I said let you go, but they didn't say let you go." Xu Le looked at him and said flatly.

Yang Yi opened his blood-red eyes, and raised his remaining left finger to point to Xu Le. Suddenly, his hand sank, his neck crooked, and there was no more sound.

The governor of Jiangnan Road, a third-rank official, and a feudal official, just died in his mansion.

Everyone was silent.

"His Royal Highness, Miss Shangguan, I am guilty of crimes, and the Yang family has such a traitor, I deserve death!"

Suddenly, Yang Tonglin let out a long sigh, and knelt down towards Huangfu Yunyan and Shangguan Wan'er.

The next moment, he raised his hand and patted his Tianling Gai without hesitation, his eyes full of death will.

"Stop, old man!" Shangguan Wan'er exclaimed.

Huangfu Yunyan turned pale: "No!"

"Snapped!"

At the very moment, the Qinglian sword buzzed and blocked his celestial spirit cap.

Yang Tonglin opened his eyes and stared at Xu Le in a daze.

(End of this chapter)

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