Chapter 1968 Urgently Returning to Shangyuan League

() Warm congratulations to Wanling Qingzhang for becoming the best elder!

Tuo Xingmang said he was excited, and described in more detail what happened after Yan Shanhun locked himself in the room. Xu Ziyan's heart was enveloped by a kind of warmth and tenderness, and he no longer lowered his eyes, but turned to meet him. It caught the eyes of Yan Shanhun. The two just looked at each other like this, as if there was no one else in the hall except the two of them...

After a while, Xu Ziyan and Yanshan soul were awakened by a light cough. Xu Ziyan quickly glanced at Xu Zhenshan who was coughing, his face turned red again, and he hurriedly said:

"Is everything okay with the family?"

Xu Zhenshan smiled and nodded, "Everything is fine."

After this opening, Xu Ziyan's mood gradually stabilized, and suddenly remembered Cheng Wanli, and asked quickly:

"Did you hear about my master...that is Master Cheng Wanli?"

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and finally shake your head together. Xu Ziyan just frowned slightly, then Shuzhan looked away. Cheng Wanli has always been elusive, and he didn't know that his whereabouts were normal.

Looking at Song Wanzhong, he asked softly, "Master, how are they?"

Song Wanzhong sighed softly: "No, after the incident happened, the master seemed to have lost his soul, and so did the other senior brothers and sisters. By the way..."

Song Wanzhong suddenly jumped up from his chair and said, "I forgot to inform Master and the others of your return!"

After finishing the words, he took out the communication jade slip and walked out of the hall.

And at this moment, Xu Shatian stood up from his chair, and said with a smile: "Zi Yan, Shan Hun, let me see if we can hold a wedding ceremony for you two again, so that we at Zi Yan Peak can have fun! Ha ha……"

Hearing this, there was another uproar in the hall, and Xu Ziyan's heart wanted to jump out of his chest. He suddenly remembered that after Yanshan soul got the news of his death, he chose to stay with one of his tablets for a lifetime. He couldn't help but turned his head and stared at Yan Shanhun obsessively. He whispered softly:

"Mountain soul..."

"Zi Yan!" At this moment, Song Wanzhong rushed in from outside the hall: "Something happened!"

Everyone in the hall was stunned, Zi Yan couldn't help asking: "Fourth Senior Brother,

What happened? "

"I just told Master that you are not dead by summoning the jade slip. Master said that he was summoned by Uncle Yan and was on his way to the Shangyuan League. The disciples of the eastern sect in the Shangyuan League are now being beaten by disciples of the Shangyuan League. He was also forced to kneel in the square by the elders of the Shangyuan League, and he has been kneeling for a day."

"What?" An anxious look appeared on Xu Ziyan's face: "How are the three senior sisters doing now?"

"I don't know, Master didn't say."

"I'll go to Shangyuan League immediately! It's just..."

Xu Ziyan turned his head to look at Yanshan soul, his eyes were full of apology. Yan Shanhun smiled and took Xu Ziyan's hand, and said softly:

"You owe me a wedding!"

"I'll give you back your lifetime!" Xu Ziyan clenched Yanshanhun's hand tightly with his backhand, and said softly.

"I'll take you there!" Yanshanhun stretched out his hand to tear apart the space, but Xu Ziyan stopped him, stretched out his finger, and pointed at Yanshanhun's red wedding robe, with a look of shame on his face.

Yan Shanhun looked down at the big red robe on his body, he laughed, and let go of Xu Ziyan's hand, the space rippled for a while, and then disappeared. But in an instant, the soul of Yanshan stepped out of the space again, and had changed back into a black robe, but the white hair was more conspicuous.

"You stay in the sect!"

The space only left this sentence, and the figures of Yanshan soul and Xu Ziyan have disappeared...

In just a moment, Yanshan soul brought Xu Ziyan to the gate of Canglanzong Mountain. After leaving the gate, Yanshan soul tore apart the space again and took Xu Ziyan to shuttle away.

At this time, the Shangyuan League was at war, and more than 10,000 disciples of the Eastern Zongmen were still kneeling on the ground. Apart from the ancient Twelve Heavenly Venerates, Shi Zhongyu, the only early-stage Tianzun, led all the monks of the Shangyuan League to defeat the Eastern Zongmen. The monks who came stopped outside. The two sides are arguing fiercely.

Although the matter of the Shangyuan League has gone too far, it is justified. Lin Siping is even more bitter and bitter, scolding the eastern sect for having no rules, and even secretly blowing up his own cave and medicine garden with fairy talismans. Even the rats who have no guts dare not admit that they have done something.

Now it is not the Shangyuan League that forces the disciples of the eastern sect to kneel here, but the person who did such a lowly thing and dare not admit it made them kneel here.

You Eastern Zongmen don’t need to ask questions here, if you have the ability to get that person to stand up, wouldn’t the matter be resolved?

If the monks from the eastern sect wanted to kill Shi Zhongyu and others, it would be easy, but it would not take much effort. After all, the cultivators of various sects who came here are all higher than Shi Zhongyu, not to mention the other monks of the Shangyuan League.

But they also have concerns. After all, this is the Shangyuan League. Although the twelve ancient celestial beings haven't come out yet, who knows if the twelve ancient celestial beings are watching in the dark?

On the other hand, the suzerains of the nine major sects are not here now, which makes the nine major sects somewhat leaderless. This matter can't be handled well. It will cause the Eastern Zongmen and the Northern Shangyuan League to launch a full-scale immortal war. This responsibility is not something they can afford. The most important thing is that they don't take reason. If their medicine garden was blown up secretly, they might have done more than Lin Siping.

Ma Jingying, who was kneeling in the crowd at this time, felt very ashamed, but she didn't dare to stand up at this time. If she stood up, she would not be afraid of death, but she would die with infamy, and her own life would also be implicated. The reputation of the sect, this kind of ruined death terrifies her.

This kind of fear and shame mixed in her heart made Ma Jingying gradually lose control. Suddenly shouted loudly:

"Why do you say that our eastern sect disciples did it, not your enemies in the Shangyuan League?"

Lin Siping's expression darkened: "Slap your mouth!"

"Do you dare?" The Patriarch of Baiyun Sect's eyes were wide open.

"What dare I dare to treat such a disciple who doesn't distinguish between superior and inferior?" Lin Siping also made a desperate move at this time. At this time, if he can't be weak, can the Shangyuan League surpass the eastern sect, or To be ridden on the head by the eastern sect forever depends on today. Therefore, he coldly shouted:

"What are you waiting for? Slap your mouth!"

The eastern sect got angry and made their disciples kneel in front of them, and some of them were still injured, which made them unable to bear it anymore, and they were on the verge of going berserk. But at this time Lin Siping actually let someone slap the mouth of the eastern sect, this was not slapping Ma Jingying, it was slapping them, the gods, with a crackling sound.

"Om..."

All the Tianzun of the eastern sects released the aura of heavenly power, and a series of immortal formulas were quickly formed in their hands. There was an undisguised murderous look in their eyes, and their attitude was obvious, if that disciple of the Shangyuan League dared to slap Ma Jingying's face, they would slaughter the Shangyuan League today.

Shi Zhongyu's expression changed, and when he was about to speak, Lin Siping hurriedly said, "What? Who are you scaring? Are you scaring me, or the Twelve Heavenly Lords?"

Hearing the Twelve Heavenly Venerables, all the monks of the eastern sect couldn't help but hesitated in their eyes, and their momentum couldn't help but weaken.

All of this was seen in Lin Siping's eyes, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, what Eastern sect? Shit! Just using the name of the Twelve Heavenly Venerables will wither away.

"The Twelve Heavenly Venerates don't bother to meet with you, but that doesn't mean they don't pay attention to what's going on here. I want to see who in your eastern sect dares to do anything under the eyes of the Twelve Heavenly Venerates?"

Speaking of this, he could already see that the great cultivators of the eastern sect in front of him had lost their aggressiveness. A sneer appeared on his face, and he turned his head and shouted at the disciple of the Shangyuan League who was standing in front of Ma Jingying:

"Open your mouth!"

"Do you dare?" Leng Qingzhen, who was kneeling not far from Ma Jingying, tried her best to stop her body, staring coldly at the Shangyuan League disciple and said:

"If you dare to fight today, I, Leng Qingzhen, swear here that I will destroy you completely!"

"Good! Good! Good!" Lin Siping laughed angrily, "Slap her mouth first!"

Lin Siping yelled at that disciple, and reflexively slapped Leng Qingzhen across the face.

"Snapped……"

A figure flew out, but it was the disciple of the Shangyuan League. At this time, beside Leng Qingzhen, there was a figure, it was her master Jian Wuxu.

"Jian Wuxu!" Lin Siping's expression changed, and he shouted sharply, "Aren't you afraid that the Twelve Heavenly Lords will punish you?"

Jian Wuxu stretched out his finger and popped two fingers to undo the acupuncture point of Leng Qingzhen's knee joint, and then untied the seal in her dantian, stretched out his hand to help Leng Qingzhen up, and then turned to look at Lin Siping, Said slowly:

"Our Yijian Peak has never been afraid! Not even the Twelve Heavenly Venerables!"

"Master said it well!"

A clear and beautiful voice sounded in the space, and two figures appeared from the air, and landed beside Jian Wuxu and Leng Qingzhen.

"Xu Ziyan? You're not dead?" Lin Siping looked at Xu Ziyan in shock and blurted out.

Xu Ziyan was too lazy to talk to him, and waved his hands to unseal the people around him. At this time, other monks from the eastern sect saw Jian Wuxu and Xu Ziyan attacking successively, but the Twelve Heavenly Venerables did not appear. What's more, the soaring arrogance revealed by Jian Wuxu's words just now aroused the blood of everyone, and they rushed towards the monks of Shangyuan League.

At this time, it was the Shangyuan League that was in a panic. If the Twelve Heavenly Venerables didn't show up, where are they the opponents of the Eastern Zongmen? This is the case, and the Twelve Heavenly Venerables still don't show up, so how dare they attack the eastern sect?

At this moment, the fear of the eastern sect surfaced in his heart again, and they all involuntarily stepped aside, even Lin Siping was no exception.

The monks of the eastern sect quickly removed the seals of more than 10,000 disciples and helped them up. At this time, the Eastern Zongmen and the Shangyuan League were re-divided into two camps facing each other.

The monks of the two camps looked at each other, and at this moment the disciples of the eastern sect also felt a little uneasy. The person was saved, and the Twelve Heavenly Lords did not come out. But that doesn't mean things are over.

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