The high platform is surrounded by mountains.

On the distant mountain peak, two figures, one tall and one short, looked down quietly.

He was wearing a plain white shirt, with only a delicate auspicious cloud pattern on the collar.

Any monk with some discernment in Nanhong will inevitably feel a thump in his heart when he sees this outfit.

The seventh son of Nanhong, Lingyun Sect, is the direct disciple of Shan.

The short one is a young man with red lips and white teeth. He looks very well-behaved, but his body is quite round and slightly rich.

He opened his mouth slightly and took in everything that happened below: "Senior Sister Wei, what just happened?"

The young man was only at the sixth level of Void Return. Although he could crush the red-bearded and blood-clawed puppet in an instant, he would never be able to do so casually.

"..."

The tall girl frowned slightly, with a bit of confusion on her pretty face.

After pondering for a moment.

Wei Yuanling gently uttered a few words: "Tianyan forty-nine."

"He has actually learned a spiritual technique?" The young man widened his eyes and said in surprise: "I remember that Senior Brother Wei was not so fast back then, right?"

"What are you thinking? This person just got in by chance."

Wei Yuanling glanced at him: "My brother is not comparable to anyone."

Even though they are both direct disciples, there are differences between them.

It seems that junior brother Li Yu has just become a direct successor, so his cultivation level is naturally much lower, while Wei Yuanling himself has been promoted to the palace seven times and has broken through to the eighth level of returning to the void.

As for the senior brother Wei they mentioned.

It was personally passed down by Lingyun Sect Master and became a man of great influence in Bai Yujing.

"Senior Sister Wei, we made our own decisions and got people killed... We won't be scolded by our senior brother when we go back, right?" Li Yu looked a little timid, he was just following here to watch the excitement.

"What are you afraid of? If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, how will he know?"

"What's more, I just told the man named Yang that the Nanyang Sect couldn't protect them, so they should borrow their treasures. I also borrowed them. Who asked him to do it? I just wanted to disturb this matter, so I said in private

No? You have to pretend to be a ghost in front of the people of Nanyang Sect."

Wei Yuanling glared at the young man with a warning look, and then withdrew his gaze: "My brother has been waiting for the treasured land of Hedao for so many years, but it was snatched away by an unknown person who didn't know where he came from. How can I be willing to accept it?"

"..." Li Yu looked over earnestly and said softly: "Senior Brother Wei is the heir to the Lingyun Treasure Land. He doesn't need to compete with others for anything. He only needs to wait for the death of the sect leader, Uncle Shi... Bah!"

"I just can't stand it anyway." Wei Yuanling thought of the whispers of the people around him, and an unknown will-o'-the-wisp emerged in his heart.

Why do stronger people waste their lifespan in vain?

However, some people can rely on luck to reach the sky in one step and obtain things that many monks Bai Yujing only dream of getting, and they can also make the former respect him and bow down to him.

"You dare to tell me about this, don't blame senior sister for being ruthless." Wei Yuanling stretched out his hand and clenched it threateningly.

"Isn't it over yet?" Li Yu was startled and looked around in astonishment.

"Of course it's not over."

Wei Yuanling smiled strangely and suddenly stretched out his hand to touch the young man's fingertips.

He turned it into a fat and white pig demon.

"You sneak into the demon group for me, give that kid some color... and at the same time, control the situation, and don't let those demons really cause any evil."

"If you lose the fight, you know the consequences."

Look at the expression on Wei Yuanling's face.

Li Yu spread out two pig's trotters and said dullly: "Then what if I hurt him? He is the sect leader!"

Even after seeing Shen Yi take action with his own eyes, he could still ask such words.

Not out of pride.

But the genius who was born in the Seventh Son of Nanhong and the ordinary monks are not on the same level.

In the eyes of the two, there is an essential difference in practice.

Ordinary monks are still trying their best and risking their lives in order to advance to the next level.

This group of direct disciples has already set their sights on Returning to the Void Perfection and even Bai Yujing.

All their foundations are prepared to complete this road to heaven.

"Just let that kid embarrass himself in front of this group of people, don't do anything serious." Wei Yuanling pondered for a moment, hesitated, but quickly calmed down: "What sect master, it doesn't count until the Seven Sons Conference is held!"

"I can't beat you anyway. You have the final say. If something happens, you can fight it yourself." Li Yu shrugged dejectedly, and then there was a little fiery heat in his eyes.

After practicing for so many years, he has never had a serious fight with a spiritual monk.

Li Yu also wanted to see if the so-called Tianyan Four-Nine was really as mysterious as the rumors said.

…

Puppet clan.

Several old men stepped forward tremblingly: "Reporting to the deacon of the Immortal Sect, half a month ago, a demon from outside Nanhong came. We tried our best to resist, but we were still destroyed by the opponent. The red beard and blood claw puppet was destroyed. Fortunately, there were Taoist friends from Qinghai Prefecture. When he passed by, he not only helped us temporarily repel the demons, but also went back to ask for help from many people from the Zhao family and Qinghai Prefecture."

"It was Yang Lin who found heavenly materials and earthly treasures from elsewhere and repaired the spirit puppet. Only then was he able to withstand the demon's counterattack and drag his allies to help."

"Therefore..."

Several old people still wanted to explain something, but when they faced the young man's dark eyes, they suddenly lost the intention to quibble.

Things are actually not complicated.

It has become a fact that the Puppet Sect was abandoned by the Lingyun Sect. Yang Lin was able to find treasures from elsewhere, which means that he relied on the mountains.

Wherever they dare to offend each other, they can't help but wonder if they can take the opportunity to find a new way out.

On the high platform, everyone held their breath.

The previous action of the young man in black robes made people's eyes feel cold.

Look at his young appearance again.

Can this be cultivated by a down-and-out sect?

Even compared with the other geniuses among the Seven Sons of Nanhong, they are not inferior at all.

"Report to the Immortal!"

At this moment, the old man of Qinghai Mansion who had argued with Yang Lin before actually came out again and knelt down and bowed: "We are in Nanhong, supported and protected by the Seven Immortal Sects. When we suddenly heard of such an incident, I felt uneasy. It is only natural, and coupled with the fact that I was bewitched by Yang Lin, I hope that the Immortal can give me a chance to change my ways."

"We will do our best to share the worries of our ancestor!"

"hiss."

Several elders of the Chen family glanced over in silence.

I wonder if there is something wrong with this person's brain.

When the Puppet Sect was in the upper hand, he wanted to speak for the Nanyang Sect. Now that something happened to the Puppet Sect, he wanted to intercede for the remaining people, and he even did not hesitate to involve the Qinghai Mansion.

For Qinghai Mansion to have such a manager, it's really a shame that the ancestors' graves are smoking.

I feel uncomfortable if my family is not wiped out.

"..."

Shen Yi glanced over and looked up and down at the old man who was speaking.

The opponent's strength is pretty good, he is at the sixth level of Void Return, and his aura is strong and stable, but he shouldn't be much stronger than the Red Bearded Bloodclaw Puppet. When placed among the Seventh Son of Nanhong, he barely stepped on the threshold of the outer sect elder with half a foot.

"What's your name?"

"Report to the Immortal, Jing Jingsong of Qinghai Prefecture."

The old man coughed twice. The moment Shen Yi asked, he suddenly lost the confidence he had just now and his voice became much lower.

He looked like he was scared but still holding on.

"Where is the monster?"

Shen Yi stood up and directly ignored this topic.

Jing Jing was stunned for a moment, and then sighed in his heart, he is indeed the genius of the Immortal Sect.

Even in this case, there is still a clear distinction between public and private.

In comparison, that idiot Yang Lin, who has come to kill all the monsters, is still fighting for power and profit, and is short-sighted. It is really not unfair to die.

Thinking of this, Jing Jingsong hurriedly stood up: "Reporting to the Immortal, we have set up a large formation to stop them outside Beiyan Mountain. We just gathered together to discuss how to repel them at the minimum cost. .”

"Now that Nanyang Sect is helping us, we are even more confident."

"I'm afraid that as soon as you show your face, they will naturally run away."

Although Jing Jingsong is a bit more straight-minded, he is still easy to get this level of praise.

But I never thought that these words would come out of my mouth.

Shen Yi immediately restrained her breath and looked sideways: "Lead the way."

"..."

Jing Jingsong was stunned for a moment and couldn't understand, but he quickly came to his senses and waved his sleeves vigorously: "What are you waiting for? Why don't you follow the Immortal to subdue the demon!"
To be continued...