In the direction of Wufeng City, a flying boat is coming slowly.

Ye Qingqiu, who was as deep as water, sat in the cabin, looking at Ye Sha with a very ugly face.

The line of dog-like characters in the treasure secret room of Wufeng City's Huanling Pavilion was really shocked by the two of them, as if they were struck by ten thousand thunders on their foreheads, almost knocking Ye Qingqiu and Ye Sha out of nowhere.

In the Phantom Ling Pavilion, which is famous for its weapon refining and formations, the treasure secret room of the branch was secretly touched in. It moved all over and left a line of texts that framed the blame!

If this matter is spread, will their Phantom Ling Pavilion still have the face to hang out with the Desolate Stars?

The defensive formations of the Fantasy Pavilion branch of Wufeng City are of the same level as those of the Sixth Island Circle, Seventh Island Circle, and even the Ninth Island Circle. Some people can sneak into the treasure secret room of the Fantasy Pavilion branch of Wufeng City, but they did not alarm Ye Qingqiu, which proves that this person has the ability to sneak into the Fantasy Pavilion branch of the Ninth Island Circle and will not alarm the host there.

Such methods are unpredictable, and they are really scary!

This time the man just stole all the goods in the treasure secret room. What if he didn't steal things, but went to kill people?

Thinking of this, Ye Qingqiu felt a chill in his back heart, and cold sweat couldn't help but wet his shirt. He glared at Ye Sha who was indifferent to hiss and scolded: "Now you know, how many masters are there in the world? This Han Cuiya, this Han Cuiya..."

He let out a heavy breath, Ye Qingqiu squinted his eyes and murmured to himself: "It's strange, Han Cuiya has such a deep foundation? Which line of alchemy inheritance is it? No, it won't be the alchemy sect. My Huanling Pavilion is famous, and the famous alchemy sect will not use such a martial arts method to warn us."

"Random cultivator? Or has he met some amazing and powerful figures?" Ye Qingqiu shook his head and sighed heavily: "Ye Sha, my Ye family will help you with this matter... learn a lesson! You must learn a lesson from this matter!"

"Those friends, please don't get close to them. What about Hao San, what about Luo Jianlin, these people... Humph!" Ye Qingqiu scolded him very bluntly.

Ye Sha's face turned red and white. He hung his head and responded weakly.

At this moment, they suddenly felt a shocking sword intent soaring into the sky. The two were shocked and poked their heads out of the cabin. They saw thousands of sword lights rushing straight into the sky, turning into a storm of storm covering the void.

"Senluo Sword Formation? The eight thousand sword slaves brought by Luo Jianlin took action at the same time?" Ye Sha's body shivered violently: "Who are they going to deal with?"

Ye Qingqiu widened his eyes in horror. The Senluo Sword Formation formed by Eight Thousand Sword Slaves?

Even if one hundred Ye Qingqiu were trapped in, even if he had several life-saving spirit weapons on his body, he would be instantly cut into pieces! Senluo Sword Formation, this is a killing weapon for the sword gate to attack externally, how could human power fight against it?

"This is the gate of Han Cuiya. They actually came to the door directly?" Ye Qingqiu stood up suddenly and stepped out of the cabin: "Sword Gate is still as arrogant as ever, unreasonable! Although it is hundreds of miles away from Han Cuiya, it is already the gate of Han Cuiya. Are they actually taking action here?"

"Who is it? It's worth their efforts? It's such a big battle?" Ye Qingqiu looked at the boundless cold light spirit ahead with a confused head: "Can they fight with the top leaders of the five major families of Wufeng Canyon?"

Ye Qingqiu can only give such an explanation!

Unless they are the elders of the five major families who are cultivating the cultivators, those powerful masters with the true spirit level and strong strength, who is worthy of these sword disciples using the Senluo Sword Formation?

Ye Sha showed a smug smile - if there was a full-scale conflict between Jianmen and Han Cuiya, if Jianmen could sweep Han Cuiya and flatten Han Cuiya in one fell swoop... his responsibility would be much lighter, right?

Maybe, through his friendship with the disciples of the Sword Sect, he can still get the precious goods stolen by the damn thief!

Thinking about the goods stolen by that thief, all the losses of the spirit crystal will eventually be counted on him. In the future, Ye Sha will continue to pay off his debts for today's losses. Ye Sha really wants to die!

So Ye Sha smiled and smiled proudly.

Fight and kill. No matter who loses and wins, the bigger the matter, the better. The bigger the matter, the smaller the matter, the better the better!

The next moment, a black light flashed by, and the eight thousand sword slaves disappeared without a trace. Eight thousand flying swords turned into fireflies and fell from the sky. Dozens of mountain tops below were broken by fragments of the disintegrated flying swords. The earth trembled violently, and a large area of ​​smoke rushed to the sky!

Ye Qingqiu and Ye Sha widened his eyes at the same time, opened his mouth wide, and could not speak for a long time.

"This, this, this...eight thousand, eight thousand sword slaves!" Ye Qingqiu looked at the sky ahead with trembling tremblingly, which suddenly became 'empty': "This power is enough... to sweep across the Windless Canyon... No, even the entire Fifth Island Circle, there is not much force that can block the Eight thousand sword slaves of the Sword Gate. This, this..."

Ye Qingqiu turned around suddenly, slapped Ye Sha and threw him on the deck: "Idiot, what kind of enemy did you provoke for me in the Phantom Ling Pavilion? No matter whether the black light was a spiritual treasure, a talisman or other life-saving magical power... he could kill the eight thousand sword slaves with one blow... such power..."

Ye Sha lay on the deck, making a sound in amazement.

Suddenly a great fear surged in his heart. What is Han Cuiya coming from? Why is it so... unreasonable?

You have emptied all the goods in the Fantasy Pavilion branch of Wufeng City and revealed such a terrifying foundation of strength. Are you really just a small alchemy sect? A small alchemy force established by a random cultivator without foundation?

Ye Qingqiu took a deep breath, and he suddenly activated the flying boat to fly forward and quickly. From a long distance, Ye Qingqiu shouted loudly: "Tianshi, Tianshi, Tianshi, Tianshi, please don't be angry! Please listen to my words... Tianshi is the biggest threat to my fallen star ocean. It's a huge matter. Please let go of the disputes, stop fighting, and stop fighting again."

The flying boat soon came to Chu Tian. Ye Qingqiu smiled all over his face and bowed to Chu Tian and said, "Tianshi, this is all a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding?" Chu Tian said calmly: "They... hurt my Han Cuiya disciple to this shape, is this also a misunderstanding?"

Ye Qingqiu glanced at the tiger Wanye on the flying boat beside Chu Tian, ​​frowned slightly, and sighed heavily.

"Tianshi, why not, let me be a peacekeeper in the Phantom Pavilion and help you and Jianmen, and what is the misunderstanding this time?"

Ye Qingqiu smiled wryly and pointed at the six fainting senior brothers of Jianmen: "Their losses are not small!"
Chapter completed!