Beautiful CEO's Supreme Bodyguard

The gate of Qinglian sword sect is in Tianyuan City, but if there is any disturbance, the strong of Qinglian sword sect can arrive here in a moment.

The friar in green looks at Ye Pengfei triumphantly after he sends out the message. He thinks Ye Pengfei is dead.

There are so many masters in Qinglian sword sect, and even the Immortal Emperor is sitting in the town. In Tianyuan City, it can be said that it is invincible, which is also the basic strength of the disciples of Qinglian sword sect.

The friar in green looked at the shell in Ye Pengfei's hand, and there was some pity in his eyes.

Originally, he came with his brother zongmen, just thinking of taking the spiritual shell as his own. However, the strength of Ye Pengfei is not comparable to that of ordinary real immortals. The friars in green clothes can only take the second place. At least they have to leave the spirit shell in Qinglian Jianzong.

Of course, the strong of the clan came out, and the friars in green wanted to get the spiritual shell again, that was wishful thinking.

"Even if I get the sword, I can't go back without a big reward."

The friar in green stares at Ye Pengfei. He is afraid that ye Pengfei will run away. At that time, his credit will be gone.

Ye Pengfei looks at the friar in green with a flat face. He has never thought of running away. A small Qinglian Jianzong has no such ability.

"Master, let's go first. Qinglian sword sect is not easy to provoke. Compared with Fang Xuanzong, Qinglian sword sect is much stronger."

Huang Yueying couldn't laugh when he saw the missionary in green. He quickly pulled Ye Pengfei's sleeve to dissuade him.

Huang Yueying is from Tianyuan city. Naturally, he knows the strength of Qinglian Jianzong. Although Huang Yueying knows that ye Pengfei is powerful and can even clean up Fang Xuanzong, this Qinglian sword sect is not Fang Xuanzong.

"Want to run? It's too late. "

The friar in green laughed and pointed to the distance. He saw dozens of people flying here quickly, and a strong breath was approaching.

"It's a member of Qinglian sword sect. It seems that Qinglian sword sect will take a big advantage this time."

"This channeling sword is really rare. It's a pity that the people of our clan haven't come yet. Otherwise, we can fight for it."

"It's too late. It's a pity that he can't run away."

...

the onlookers continued to talk in a low voice. They did not disperse. Some even wanted to see if they could fish in troubled waters.

"One, two, three..."

Ye Pengfei completely ignored the comments of those people, but calmly counted the number of people.

Among the disciples of Qinglian sword sect, all of them are at the level of Zhenxian and Jinxian, and the total number of Jinxian is more than ten.

At this scale, the friars in green feel like they are boiling with blood.

However, ye Pengfei turned his lips, "no, it's too little to see."

Not enough?

Huang Yueying looked at Ye Pengfei in horror, and thought, master, your tone is too big.

It's really not enough to see. In the battle where Rushun played the name of xuanbing mofeng, his achievements were much more brilliant than that. As a husband like frost, how can ye Pengfei stay behind?

The disciples of Qinglian sword sect soon fell in front of Ye Peng. When the friar saw the leader, he saluted respectfully and said, "I've met elder Fang."

Among the reinforcement disciples of Qinglian Jianzong, the leader was a middle-aged man with a small setback beard. He had a dignified appearance and a serious expression. At first glance, he knew that he had a great position in Qinglian Jianzong.

Fang Chang nodded, then stroked his beard and said, "why can't so many Qinglian sword sect disciples be a real immortal? Are all the disciples of law enforcement hall rubbish? "

The friar in green, that is Yan Xiu, said with a look of awe: "Fang Changlao, this little thief has a sword in his hand, which is powerful and psychic. Although his disciples' accomplishments are higher than him, their weapons are inferior."

Mr. Fang waved his hand directly and said without expression: "you go back and argue with the law enforcement elders about these things yourself."

Yan Xiu didn't dare to say any more and just stepped aside.

Fang took two steps forward, came to Ye Pengfei, looked up and down, and then snorted coldly.

This cold hum is a mixture of accomplishments. If you are a common person, you may be caught.

However, ye Pengfei's spiritual power is not affected by elder Fang at all.

"Little thief, what's the crime of stealing the treasure of my Qinglian sword sect?"

He is worthy of being a member of Qinglian sword sect. Fang Changlao and Yan Xiu, the friar in green, have the same tone, which makes Ye Pengfei feel very surprised. The upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked.

"Mr. Fang, don't spit out blood. It's your personal sword. It's not the stuff of your Qinglian sword sect at all."

Huang Yueying pulled his neck to one side and cried out. Fang Chang looked at Huang Yueying unhappily, "who are you? Is it the thief's accomplice

"Disciple Huang Yueying, under the bitter sword gate."Huang Yueying bows her fist to elder Fang and says, "I'm not sure.".

Fang Chang's face was stunned. Even ye Pengfei was stunned.

At this time, ye Pengfei thought of what the girl said to herself when she first entered the city.

"Did she know that Huang Yueying belonged to kujianmen when she was in fangxuanzong before? No wonder what she said is so meaningful. "

Ye Pengfei is extremely depressed in his heart. The secret girl is not kind.

"It's a matter between our Qinglian sword sect and the thief. I advise you not to interfere."

The bitter sword gate is a bit mysterious in Tianyuan city. Even lianjianzong of Qing Dynasty chose not to stir up trouble if he could. Therefore, after Huang Yueying reported the name of bitter sword gate, Fang Chang immediately wanted to ask Huang Yueying not to meddle in his business.

Huang Yueying said with a sneer: "elder, I'm my life-saving benefactor. How can I just sit and watch?"

Fang Chang's face became very ugly, and he said: "so, do you want to be the enemy of Qinglian sword clan?"

Huang Yueying did not dare to make a sound. Qinglian sword sect was not a small sect. Once the war started, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Well, you go back first. It's just a small Qinglian sword sect. I don't care about it."

Ye Pengfei pulls Huang Yueying back. He is not weak enough to need a woman to protect him.

As long as the Immortal Emperor of Qinglian Jianzong doesn't come out, ye Pengfei doesn't need to worry at all. Even if the Immortal Emperor came out, ye Pengfei also had the same assurance to escape from his hands.

"Ha ha, the tone is not small."

Fang Changlao sneered, obviously amused by Ye Pengfei's words.

"Since he is the Savior of younger martial sister Yueying, he is the noble guest of kujianmen. When the noble guest comes, does kujianmen not welcome him?"

Just as ye Pengfei and Fang Changlao were at war, a laugh came out of the sky, and several flying swords fell between them.