The clear sound whirls and floats, and two figures fall from the sky like big birds, and suddenly fall to the outside of the cast iron castle.

These two men, one man and one woman, both in their twenties. The man was wearing a brocade crane buckle with a lingering blue lotus pattern, and was tall and stood with his hands behind his back.

The woman wore a pink floral dress, almond eyes and peach cheeks, and beautiful eyes, which had a unique charm.

Both of them were arrogant, with their eyes arrogant, and they exuded a high aura.

As a disciple of Xieyue Villa, within a radius of thousands of miles, the Biyun Sect is worthy of their attention.

The woman in pink glanced at the panicked Cast Iron Castle Sectors, looked disgusted, and snorted coldly: "If it weren't for the bad luck this time and the lottery draw, I really wouldn't want to see that fat pig, and I'll lose my appetite once and every time I see it."

The young man looked calm and looked at the vast and magnificent cast iron castle and said, "It's such a luxurious man. Tiexin is quite good at enjoying it."

When the woman in pink heard this, she looked even more dissatisfied: "In my opinion, the sect should not be left to the fat pig for the mined marble. The sect treats him too favorably."

Although Tiexun accounts for less than one percent of the share, the output of marble needs to be divided into three parts.

There are thousands of disciples in the three sects. Even if the outer disciples are not counted, the inner disciples alone are not enough.

The woman in pink is also the best among the inner disciples of the Xieyue Villa, but the amount of marble she can get per month is far lower than that of Tiexiong, so she is naturally resentful.

"If you want the horse to pull the cart, how can you not give the horse a graze?"

The young man said lightly: "Tiexiong is still useful now. When the marble is mined and there is a liquidation, the pigs will always be fattened before killing them."

The woman in pink nodded, her eyes cold.

The two stopped talking, turned their eyes to the cast iron castle, and saw Pei Yuan, Yan Xingkong, and Xi Liren walking out.

The woman in pink frowned, glanced at Pei Yuan and the other two, and snorted: "Didn't Tiexion come out? He's so arrogant? Forget it! Anyway, I don't want to see his face. You go and ask Tiexion to prepare the share of the marble this month, and..."

The woman in pink paused: "I heard that Tiexun caught an ascensioner and asked him to hand over the person!"

In fact, taking the Ascension away was the main purpose of the two women in pink to run this trip. If it was just Marble, the cast iron castle would send someone to escort it.

However, the young man's eyes narrowed, stared at Yan Xingkong, and felt a different temperament.

He could sense that Yan Xingkong's cultivation was not too strong, but he had a kind of a high position and looked down on all living beings, with a majestic and profound demeanor.

As for Pei Yuan, he ignored it because the gap between the two sides was too large.

Just glanced at Yan Xingkong, the young man said, "Is your Excellency the Ascenator?"

Yan Xingkong remained silent.

The young man nodded: "It seems that you have just entered the upper world and haven't learned the upper world language yet. Forget it, come with me!"

After saying that, the young man flashed, storming dozens of feet wide, five fingers opened, and five powerful air flowed between his fingers, with the majestic mountain, the elegance of wind, the violent thunder, the agility of water, the fierceness of fire, the five powerful forces formed, turned into a claw, and grabbed Yan Xingkong in the air.

Yan Xingkong is known as the Demon Sect. He will never tie his hands up and slapped it out with his backhand. When his palm touches the air, it sizzles, as if burning the air, and layers of water mist evaporate.

His palm swelled and grew bigger, showing a blood-red color, which was his famous Demon Blood God Palm.

Seeing this scene, the young man's face remained unchanged and he sneered: "Warriors in the lower world dare to show their ugly appearance?"

The true energy condensed by Yan Xingkong's palm was actually above the youth, but the young man swung his claws and his five strengths were constantly damaged. He collided with the Demon Blood God Palm without any fiction. With a bang, Yan Xingkong was forced to take a step back.

His face changed slightly. Although he did not use all his strength to this palm, he could see that the young man had not yet moved his true meaning.

Yan Xingkong was not depressed, but his heart was hot and he wanted to practice martial arts in this world.

The young man has already practiced seven strengths, and only the Tianjing is enough to complete the eight strengths. He didn't take Yan Xingkong down in one move. He exclaimed and was about to take action again, a sudden and heroic laugh came: "Wu Qingyun, you Xieyue Villa want to take the ascension away, and you have to ask if the knife in Pang's hand agreed?"

Before he finished speaking, a strong wind stormed up, bringing dust all over the ground like a dragon and a snake.

The woman in pink snorted coldly, her sleeves turned, and a ribbon flew out from it, piercing into the wind like a sharp lightning, quickly pinning the eyes of the wind. In the blink of an eye, the strong wind stopped and sand and dust scattered.

"I have a good thunder flying technique. The use of junior sister Zhou Yan's thunder spirit is so good that Pang feels inferior to that."

After the smoke and dust disappeared, a man with a tall figure and thick beard appeared in the field. The man carried a long sword on his back and looked at the field with a burning look.

The blue clouds were no longer as light as the wind and clouds were light, and their faces darkened: "Pang Yong, what do you mean? This trip was first from my Xieyue Villa. Do you want to get a hand in the Yangshan School?"

Pang Yong laughed indifferently, thrust his back, and a long sword flew out from his back, and he grabbed it in the palm of his palm.

Dangdang!

Pang Yong patted the scabbard and smiled and said, "I thought Brother Wu was a smart man, but I didn't expect to say such childish words. The world is so great that the strong people formulate the principles. How can there be anything to come first and then come? Don't say that you haven't taken the Ascension away yet, even if you take it away, it's not your Xieyue Villa."

Wu Qingyun's eyes turned cold: "Brother Pang means, you are stronger than me? Then you might as well compete!"

Zhou Yan's pink sleeves were waving, and he also stood beside Wu Qingyun, and two qi machines on the left and right locked towards Pang Yong.

"Of course there is no problem in the competition. It's just that you and I are fighting each other, but you can't let others get a bargain. Brother Wu, are you right?"

Wu Qingyun's eyes flashed, gathering all his mind to sense the surroundings, and then said, "You are right."

While speaking, Pang Yong and Wu Qingyun exploded with great force, as if they were stepping out a thunderbolt, their bodies flashed several times, and they had reached a hundred feet away on the left.

Pang Yong's long sword was unsheathed, and the sword energy was cold. The black green cloud fingers and claws roared vigorously, and rushed towards the huge bluestone in front of him.

Boom!

The huge rock was bombarded by two people's energy, exploded like shells, and gravel splashed in all directions. Suddenly, a sword light flew out from behind the huge rock, and the powerful air in the air blew. The sword light changed a lot and collided with Pang Yong and Wu Qingyun hundreds of times.

Three figures quickly separated in the air.

Only then did I see clearly that the person who fought with Pang Yong and Wu Qingyun was a swordsman in green with clear eyebrows and sharp eyes.

"Biyun Sect's Seven-Stringed Flowing Cloud Sword..." Wu Qingyun stared at the Qingyi swordsman, with a hint of confusion in his eyes: "Among the young disciples of Biyun Sect, I seem to have never seen you before?"

The Qingyi Swordsman said lightly: "My Biyun Sect has produced many talents and is full of experts. He is just an unknown person. It is natural that Brother Wu has never seen him."

"What an unknown person, hehe!" Wu Qingyun sneered, and he didn't believe the other party's nonsense.

This blue-clothed swordsman is comparable to him and Pang Yong with one sword. I am afraid he is already a master of Eight Powers and is not too far from the Eternal Eternity.

Pang Yong stared at the swordsman in green and suddenly said, "It is said that the leader of the Biyun Sect once accepted a disciple twelve years ago. This disciple is extremely talented, especially the most outstanding swordsmanship qualifications. He is just a simple person. Could it be yours?"

"I am ashamed of being a talented person." said the swordsman in blue.

Pang Yong's face became a little more serious, not only because of the cultivation of the Qingyi Swordsman, but also because he is a disciple of the Biyun Sect, and his identity is much higher than that of them.

"Dare you ask me about your honorable name?"

Pang Yong asked in a deep voice.

"I just want to take the ascension away. The name is not worth mentioning, so there is no need to say it." The swordsman in green smiled slightly.

Pang Yong and Wu Qingyun stopped talking after hearing this, and confronted each other with the Qing-clothed swordsman. While his skills reached the limit, they did not dare to take action easily.

The other party's cultivation level must be above the two. If they want to fight, they must join forces. But Pang Yong and Wu Qingyun are one of the Yangshan Sect and the other are the gatekeepers of the Xieyue Villa. Both sides do not deal with each other. It is impossible to fight the enemy wholeheartedly, and they have to beware of the other party's attacks.

The three of them remained silent for a while, and the crowd in the cast iron castle heard the trembling sound outside, and they were all silent. They found a place to hide, covered their mouths, and did not dare to make a sound.

Pei Yuan looked at each other for a while and saw that they were worried about each other, but they couldn't fight. He smiled and said, "Do you guys fight? If you don't fight, it's better to go to the fort to rest for a while. It happened that a big fat pig was slaughtered in the fort today, just to enter the fort to entertain guests."

Pei Yuan's opening immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Pang Yong, Wu Qingyun, Zhou Yan, and the four swordsmen in Qingyi stared at each other and immediately noticed a great disagreement.

When Pei Yuan stood calmly, he seemed to be integrated with the grass, trees, sand and gravel, not attracting attention at all, so that they could ignore it directly. But now, as soon as he spoke, he immediately felt a sense of existence that filled the vision, and his whole body seemed to have absorbed the luster of all people and things around him, making it difficult for him to move away from his sight.

"Well? Who are you?" Wu Qingyun's expression condensed, and then he looked at the cast iron castle: "Also, where is Tiexhin?"

All four of them reacted. It would be fine if Tiexun didn't show up at first. Now they made such a big noise and Tiexun hadn't come out yet, that would be very abnormal.

Pei Yuan smiled and said, "Didn't I say that? I just slaughtered a big fat pig..."

The green-clothed swordsman held the hilt of the sword in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Did you kill Tiexin?"

Pang Yong, Wu Qingyun, and Zhou Yan also looked at Pei Yuan with caution. They looked down on Tiexiong because they were disciples of the big sect and were backed by the sect.

But only in terms of one's own cultivation, he is not the opponent of Tiexin who has already achieved the eight strengths!

"He is so rude!" Pei Yuan sighed and said, "So I can only kill him, but I am a polite person. Four people came from afar and were tired from the journey. They had to stay for a few more days when they said they would be guests."

The Qingyi Swordsman said lightly: "It's not that easy for you to keep us..."

Before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly came to an abrupt end. Pei Yuan, who was nearly a hundred feet away from him, had stood in front of him at some point. He didn't even feel the floating airflow in advance, and only heard the other party laughing: "How difficult is it?"

Then the swordsman in Qingyi saw the other party raise his right hand and bounce his fingers. The movement trajectory was clear, as if he was as slow as an old man, weak.

The swordsman in green is about to draw his sword!

The seemingly slow finger had already been printed on his eyebrows. With a "puff" sound, the swordsman in green shook his head and was dizzy and no longer felt any sense.

Pei Yuan pointed his fingers and knocked down Pang Yong, Wu Qingyun and Zhou Yan, then clapped his hands and walked into the fort, leaving only one sentence behind.

"Bring them in!"

When Yan Xingkong and Xi Liren sent the four swordsmen in green into the hall, Pei Yuan sat in the main seat, with a piece of paper on the table, and wrote quickly.

During the breath, thousands of words were sprinkled. After writing, Pei Yuan threw them out and the paper flew towards Yan Xingkong.

Yan Xingkong stretched out his palm to take it, but he didn't recognize the words above.

"This is the eight-power method that I promise you. I won't translate it into the lower world text. With Brother Yan's talent, I believe that it will take a few days to learn the language of this world."

Yan Xingkong nodded, put the paper into his sleeve, and bowed to Pei Yuan: "Thank you."

"A deal, no need to thank you!"

The martial arts in this world are closely related to the nine heavens and earths. It is not difficult for Yan Xingkong to learn words and language and cultivate the eight power methods.
To be continued...