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The Shoushan disciple looked at Ye Zichuan, frowning: "Donor, this is the back mountain, are you on the wrong path? You should go to Qianshan when traveling."

Ye Zichuan walked forward: "That's right, I came here."

Disciple Moriyama wanted to say something, but suddenly his face changed drastically.

He saw a corpse floating behind Ye Zichuan, and followed him.

"you you……"

He saw that the old Taoist priests wore robes, which were their robes from Qingcheng Mountain, which were different from those in other places.

"Come on! Come on!"

The voice of the guardian disciple echoed in the mountains.

Ye Zichuan just looked at him and didn't stop him.

Soon, a group of figures swept down the mountain. Their figures were light and agile, wearing Taoist robes, tied with the hair of ancients, like knights walking out of martial arts novels.

"What's wrong, Junior Brother, what happened?"

One of the older disciples came out, and his prestige was high among the disciples.

"Brother look, behind him..." Disciple Shoushan said, pointing behind Ye Zichuan.

Everyone looked over. Behind Ye Zichuan, there was a corpse floating, wearing the same Taoist robe, but with some subtle differences.

"this is?"

The faces of all the disciples changed.

"You killed our people from Qingcheng Mountain?"

"Asshole, you dare to do something to our Qingcheng Mountain, do you want to die?"

"Take him down and hand it over to the law enforcement elders!"

"We must let him pay for his life!"

"It's better to torture him, let him die than life!"

A loud rebuke continued to sound, and all the disciples were filled with righteous indignation, and it seemed that Ye Zichuan had been sentenced to the crime.

"You can also deal with an old man. People like you should be suppressed under the demon lock tower!"

"Yes, let him kneel in front of the grave for three days and three nights and knock a thousand heads!"

The old Taoist priest is not in Qingcheng Mountain all year round, and his seniority is very high. Among the young disciples, almost no one has seen him.

Therefore, they only think that Ye Zichuan killed an old Taoist priest from Qingcheng Mountain, and they didn't know what the identity of the old Taoist priest was.

"Don't you ask me why I killed him?" Ye Zichuan said lightly.

"Do you still have to ask? Killing pays off, paying off debts and paying off debts, this is an ancient truth!"

"Yes, the people who killed my Qingcheng Mountain, your life is not enough to pay for it!"

"With your relatives, friends will not have enough life!"

"The fate of a mortal can be compared to me? It's just a group of inferior people!"

Ye Zichuan smiled: "Speaking of which, whoever has the big fist will have the big reason."

"Boy, let's catch it!"

The leading disciple squeezed the Dharma seal and directly hit Ye Zichuan.

"Only you?"

Ye Zichuan's eyes swept lightly, and a big hand stretched out.

Snapped!

That disciple was restrained by the power of space in an instant, and was pinched by Ye Zichuan's neck, and lifted him up.

"The people of Mount Qingcheng are all so high, do you kill anyone you want to kill?"

"What about it?" Even if I was caught by Ye Zichuan, the disciple's mouth remained unchanged: "You do have some ability. You should be a so-called mutant. If you have the ability, kill me. Then you don't want to get out of Qingcheng Mountain. !"

"Do you think I dare?"

The disciple sneered, not afraid.

While talking, several people flew down from the mountain and quickly arrived in front of them.

"Brother Six, Senior Brother Seven, Senior Brother Nine."

All the disciples salute respectfully.

Among the young disciples, the higher the ranking, the stronger the strength.

Especially their elder brothers, who are already 7-Rank powerhouses at a young age, better than many of the master uncles.

Three powerful young Taoist priests walked down, all in their twenties, full of heaven, full of spirit, superb eyes, and not low in cultivation.

"Boy, dare to make trouble on the Qingcheng Mountain site, you are really the first one." Senior Brother Nine said, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Put the person down, kowtow and apologize obediently, and beg us for forgiveness. Maybe we are in a good mood and can give you a comfortable way to die." Senior Brother Seven stood on the steps and looked down at Ye Zichuan, holding his arms.

"What are you doing talking so much nonsense to a mortal?" Senior Brother Six walked straight forward.

Inside his body, a majestic energy surged, and his robe screamed, and a sword on his back also screamed, piercing through the golden cracked stone, and the awe-inspiring sword intent filled the world.

"It's really uncomfortable for you to look aloof!"

Click!

The place fell into silence at once, the needle drop was audible, and the silence was terrible.

The disciple whose neck was pinched by Ye Zichuan, his head tilted to one side, his eyes widened, and he couldn't catch his eyes.

He couldn't even think of it until he died, Ye Zichuan actually dared to do it.

In the presence of so many Qingcheng Mountain disciples, he was killed grandiosely.

After a short silence, all the disciples were furious.

Especially the three elite disciples, their complexions became extremely terrifying.

"Untouchables, do you think we don't exist?"

"Dare to kill in front of us, so daring!"

"If you don't rectify the Fa on the spot today, people in the world really think that Qingcheng Mountain is really bullying!"

"Kill him! Hang his body on the mountain gate to warn the world!"

All the disciples pushed forward, and there was a terrible force surging in their bodies.

In particular, the ancient swords behind them clank, and the sword was so awe-inspiring that they actually left traces on the bluestone steps.

Ye Zichuan looked at them and slowly raised his hand.

"Your nonsense, too much."

The next second, there was silence.

Everything was frozen, even the falling leaves were frozen in the air.

The birds in the sky kept their flying posture, motionless.

"Die!"

With a light movement of the fingers, everyone's heads tilted, and all their necks were broken.

Let go, bang bang bang, corpses smashed to the ground, completely losing their vitality.

Ye Zichuan took the body of the old Taoist priest and walked up the steps step by step.

A few minutes later, Song Yuqian came here under the leadership of a teleporting mutant. After seeing the corpses all over the floor, she knew she was late.

The mutant man who can teleport has come almost collapsed. He can only teleport tens of meters at a time. It took a long time to get here, and his power is almost exhausted.

"You are waiting here, I will go up and see."

Song Yuqian flew up the mountain along the path.

Along the way, she saw a lot of corpses, almost no wounds, no blood stains, the same death, but very strange.

"Is he really a supernatural power?" Song Yuqian was suspicious.