The birds moved very fast and arrived at the destination of the trip in less than half a day.

"Ouyang Ye, I didn't expect that this time, you were leading the team in the exploration of the mysterious realm of the Heaven. We haven't seen each other for so long, it seems that your strength has become much stronger again!" An old man in blood said with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Before Chen Fan jumped off the bird, the old man in blood had already noticed the voice of the old man in blood. The old man looked very heroic and had a rosy face. He looked like an extremely powerful warrior.

"Old man in blood, your body is still so healthy. I, Ouyang, really didn't expect you to be able to lead the team at the mysterious realm of Heaven." Ouyang Ye casually clasped his fists and greeted him.

Chen Fan's face was a little convulsed when he looked at the two old foxes with a smile on their faces. They obviously looked inconsistent, so why are you pretending to be poor brothers here?

The old man in blood is the contemporary leader of the Blood Knife Sect. He is extremely cruel and vicious. The legendary evil ghosts in hell do not use him to be vicious, so many people call him the old man in blood behind his back.

The old man in blood glanced at the young monks of the Xuantian Sect. As expected, he still looked like a big cat or a kitten. He saw that there was no young man who had become a weapon, so he smiled and said.

"You Xuantian Sect is still like this, everyone has an average strength."

It implies that Xuantian Sect has no outstanding disciples and looks ordinary.

Ouyang Ye was not angry, and said with a smile: "Then let's take a look at it in the mysterious realm of heaven. Is it your disciples of Blood Sword Sect better, or is it the disciples of my Xuantian Sect who can defeat you a little."

When the old man in blood saw that Ouyang Ye was like this, he looked at the people participating in the secret realm again. He was nearly thirty years old and had the ninth level of Qi Condensation. Where did the old thief Ouyang get so much confidence to say this? The old man in blood couldn't figure it out.

Chen Fan's superficial cultivation level was only at the sixth level of Qi Condensation, and it was Ouyang Ye who asked him to learn to hide his weaknesses, so that he could better explode himself at critical moments.

After looking at it again, the old man in blood calmed down himself.

He felt that Ouyang Ye was a little deceiving, so he said sarcastically: "Look at the strength of your younger generation, you are no longer as good as our Blood Sword Sect. The strength of your Xuantian Sect is really worse than that of each generation. It looks like a tragic ending that will be wiped out!"

Hearing the almost cursed words of the old man in blood, Ouyang Ye's face was not good. Fortunately, his cultivation level crushed the old man in blood, so he took action directly without hesitation.

The old guy has such a powerful mouth, let me see how strong you are! Ouyang Ye said hatefully.

So Ouyang Ye suddenly punched the old man in blood in front of the chest. Ouyang Ye was worthy of being the peak of the gods. He punched him and the world changed color. The old man in blood was not his opponent, and he flew backwards and spitted blood in big mouthfuls.

"Sect Master!"

A large number of disciples of the Blood Clothing Sect hurriedly to take revenge on their heads, looking at Ouyang Ye with hatred.

"Old man in blood, it seems that your own strength is not as good as your verbal skills. You still have to go back and practice more, otherwise you will be beaten next time you meet!" Ouyang Ye said domineeringly.

"After entering the secret realm, don't be ruthless to the people of Xuantian Sect!" The old man in blood did not reply to Ouyang Ye's words, but said to the disciples of the Blood Sword Sect around him.

"Okay, Master." His sect was beaten and vomited blood. The anger in the hearts of the disciples of the Blood Knife Sect can be imagined.

Although the old man in Blood Clothing had a bad reputation, he was very dedicated to his disciples, so the disciples of the Blood Knife Sect now had very painful expressions on his face.

This matter cannot be said to be who is right or wrong. The road to cultivation is so cruel. If you don’t do it, someone will naturally step on you.

There is no other way except to keep getting stronger and making everyone dare not provoke you.

The person in charge of Fengyun Castle and Huangji Sect looked at Ouyang Ye like a god and sighed secretly. Unexpectedly, a few years passed, and the gap between him and Ouyang Ye was getting further and further.

There are many geniuses on the Miracle Continent. Chen Fan is one, and his master Ouyang Ye is also an absolute genius.

The peerless and cruel people who no one dares to be respected in the same era now look majestic and domineering.

Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!

This is Ouyang Ye’s life creed.

The old man in blood was asked to beat him by himself, as the saying goes, "I don't hit someone in the face."

The old man in blood deliberately tried to expose the shameful scars of Xuantian Sect, and naturally he was asking for a beating from Ouyang Ye.

With such a strong personality as Ouyang Ye, seeing such a person who is not fighting, it would be Ouyang Ye if he doesn't take action, and it doesn't fit his heart.

Only by doing whatever you want can a monk understand his thoughts and improve his cultivation quickly.

If a person who is depressed all day long can never achieve any reputation for practicing. He has no interest in the world, so why should he practice?

Soon, two hundred disciples from the four major sects gathered together on the spot and prepared to enter the mysterious realm of the Heavenly Demon.

The two people from Fengyun Castle and Huangji Sect were on the side, while the Xuantian Sect and the Blood Knife Sect had a bit of tit-for-tat meaning inside.

Especially today, when everyone in the Blood Knife Sect saw the scene where the head of the sect was beaten and vomited blood, the expressions of the same hatred of the enemy made people confused.

Xuantian Sect also condensed their minds, and it was difficult for them to gain the upper hand when facing the Blood Sword Sect.

Although they have the trump card of Chen Fan, they are not sure if there is a monster like Chen Fan on the other side who is like a genius.

"These group of waste materials from Xuantian Sect are all at the top of the ten major sects, but their strength is still so poor." Many cultivators from the Blood Sword Sect dared not say it, but cursed in their hearts.

"The waste that takes up the pit and does not shit, and the mud cannot support the wall. Let's see how I deal with you in the mysterious realm of the Heavenly Demon." The cultivators of other sects also gave some advice to the cultivators of the Tianxuan Sect.

Before entering the mysterious realm of heaven, he was hostile to many forces, which was very unfavorable to the people of Xuantian Sect.

Everything is blamed on Ouyang Ye. He is usually too well-organized in his life and work, and he always looks like he is the only one.

If others don’t listen to him, he will use his fists to deal with others. Over time, his image among the major sects is not good. Aiwujiwu, the monks of Xuantian Sect will take the blame for the head.

We can't beat you, it's okay to beat your disciples. You, Ouyang Ye, cannot cover the sky with one hand. People from other sects have such ideas.

A black hole in dimensional space emerged, and everyone was ready to enter the mysterious realm of the heaven from here.
Chapter completed!