Villain: Overturn the table, I don’t want to play anymore!

The two of them were still together, and the two of them were still together.

While Zixiao was still thinking.

The confrontation had already begun in the hall.

As the villain of the plot, Qiu Yi would naturally target the Son of Destiny.

Moreover, looking at his envious and jealous expression, it goes without saying that it must be another bloody love triangle story.

He loves her, she loves him, and he loves her.

The Son of Destiny's physique that attracts hatred is simply amazing.

"Hehe... Junior Brother Fei, remember, don't bring everyone to the sect. Junior Sister Dai'er is very busy on weekdays. If you bring one or two people back to the sect when you have nothing to do, won't the sect be overcrowded soon?"

"We are a sect for cultivating immortals where the strong survive. It's called Kunwu Mountain, not Garbage Mountain."

Qiu Yi's face was full of contempt.

Xie Zichu's face turned from white to red, and the veins on his forehead bulged. Obviously, he wanted to punch the man in front of him.

But his cultivation level was only at the Nascent Soul stage, while the other party had already reached the Fusion stage.

"Qiu Yi! Don't go too far!"

Cheng Feng on the side shouted angrily: "I invited Brother Zuo back. Besides, how dare you insult your fellow disciples in front of Elder Qingfeng?!"

"Oh, I haven't talked about you yet."

Qiu Yi turned his head and looked at Cheng Feng: "You don't even call me Senior Brother? We are all birds of a feather. Do you still have respect for the inferior?!"

"And..."

At this time, Zixiao was eating melons with a smile, which was very happy.

He was a little crazy when he met the two sons of destiny. It was not easy to meet someone who followed the plot, so why not have fun first.

Unexpectedly, the gunfire turned directly to him.

"It doesn't matter what this Zuo is... As I said before, my Kunwu Mountain is not a piece of trash..."

Pa! ! !

The sound of slaps rang out.

Everyone in the hall looked at Zixiao in disbelief.

Qiu Yi was slapped before he finished speaking. The person who slapped him was naturally Zi Xiao, who was eating melons.

I was just eating melons, but you are talking about me?

The son of destiny has the ability to endure for thirty years, but I don’t have it!

“You, you dare to hit me?!” Qiu Yi said in disbelief.

Zi Xiao sneered: “I hit you? Aren’t you a jerk? I’m standing there fine, and you’re trashing there, who are you talking about? You fucking think you are the eldest brother of Duan Shuiliu! You’re so arrogant.”

Elder Qingfeng held his forehead, indicating that he had a headache.

Qiu Yi usually does whatever he wants based on his talent, but he has a father who is an elder, and the battle between the two domains is approaching.

That’s why he was allowed to do whatever he wants. This time, he hit a wall.

From the fight just now, Elder Qingfeng knew that the man in front of him, Zuo Yuanfei, was definitely the best among the geniuses, and he had a bad temper.

Why did you mess with him when you could mess with anyone else?

But I still want him to join the sect.

As for the fact that he slapped you, sorry, I didn't see it.

Elder Qingfeng turned his head and whistled, as if it had nothing to do with me.

"It seems that I have to teach you what etiquette is!!!"

Qiu Yi's face was ferocious. He just wanted to step on Xi Zichu, but he was slapped. If he could still endure it, it would not be his character.

"Teach me?"

Zi Xiao stretched out a finger and pointed at himself.

"You haven't woken up yet? Come on, come on, I'll help you wake up!"

Zi Xiao's body was like a dragon, rushing up all of a sudden, the grass sword formula was displayed, the palm turned into a sword finger, and he shouted softly. In an instant, the eight-leaf sword grass emerged and vibrated above his head.

Then, a blade of sword grass turned into an ancient sword. It can be clearly seen that there are mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars on the sword body.

This is the ancient sword derived from the sword grass.

The might of the sword of the emperor filled the hall, and the roar of dragons resounded through the void.

When Xi Zi first saw this ancient sword, his eyes widened.

He whispered softly: "Human Emperor Sword? But hasn't the Human Emperor Sword always been in my body? How could he know what the Human Emperor Sword looks like?"

"Good boy!"

Seeing this scene, Elder Qingfeng was full of admiration: "Why didn't you use this trick when you fought with me just now?! With such a strong imperial aura, this kid must have inherited the emperor's people, or blood?"

"Boom!"

The sword of the emperor is indestructible, and the mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars on the sword body seem to come alive.

"Find

die! "

Qiu Yi shouted angrily, and a pair of bronze armor appeared on his body, holding a broad sword in his hand. The green armor all over his body was gleaming with cold light. It was several meters high. He stepped forward and cracked the ground with one step.

The broad sword started to rotate, green energy surged, and it made a whining sound. Thousands of rays of light shot out, like a sword rain falling down.

In front of Jiancao, Wan Jian surrendered, not to mention the aura of the emperor that he derived.

The moment the green light came into contact with the golden light, the bronze armor on Qiu Yi began to crack inch by inch, making a harsh clicking sound.

His tiger's mouth has begun to ooze blood continuously. Even so, he is still struggling to hold on. On the other hand, Zixiao is standing in the void, holding the evolved sword of the emperor's way, looking indescribably comfortable.

Obviously, the other party didn't even have the qualifications to let him show his true abilities.

At this moment, Zi Xiao shouted angrily at Qiu Yi: "Kneel down!"

boom! ! !

The imperial energy burst out.

Zixiao stood in the void as if he were an emperor looking down on the people. With one hand, he pressed down and the ground around him collapsed.

This is an extremely terrifying power with an unparalleled sense of oppression.

Qiu Yi felt that his soul was so shocked that he could not move.

The bronze armor on his body turned into fragments, and there seemed to be a mountain on his shoulders. The huge pressure caused his legs to bend continuously.

His face was ferocious, and he held his legs firmly with both hands, not wanting him to kneel down.

But as the imperial aura grew stronger and stronger, he finally couldn't hold it any longer.

Bang! ! !

With his legs bent, he knelt directly on the ground, and even his head hit the ground hard, making a crisp sound.

The light in the entire hall gradually dissipated.

Zi Xiao stood in front of Qiu Yi calmly and said softly: "You still say that you are not a bitch? With such little strength, you still want to imitate Senior Brother Duanshui Shui? You are so brave."

"Brother Zuo!"

Li Zichu ran up to Zi Xiao with admiration in his eyes.

Such a strong man was exactly what he yearned for.

If I could reach this level in the future, wouldn't I never be insulted again?

"Li Zichu!"

At this moment, the formation pattern of the main hall at the door shook, and a girl walked in with a beautiful woman.

Her pretty face was full of anxiety.

She knew before that Qiu Yi was going to cause trouble for Li Zichu. After reporting it to her master, she hurried here.

But he was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him.