I'm already invincible

have to say.

As for when that Mr. Ye will leave the customs, Jian Wuhen has no idea at all.

It is well known.

He has been practicing with Mr. Ye recently.

And as the eldest brother of Tianjianzong, he can't forcefully explain that he is just doing odd jobs with Mr. Ye, not practicing?

So ever.

In order to save the face of his big brother, Jian Wuhen could only fool around with this sentence.

"Elder Mei, you haven't told me where Master and the others have gone?"

Jian Wuhen asked again.

"Oh, Wuhen, you may not know that the fallen immortal has come."

The elder surnamed Mei hesitated for a while, and then sighed: "If Mr. Ye and his elders don't come out of the customs, our Heavenly Sword Sect and the other two immortal sects will be in danger."

"The fallen immortal?"

"Elder Mei, please tell me carefully, what is the situation, what is the current battle situation?"

"Wuhen, in fact, you don't have to worry. As long as you stay by Mr. Ye's side, even if our Heavenly Sword Sect suffers disaster, the Fallen Immortal will never dare to disturb Mr. Ye's cultivation."

"Old Mei, speak well!"

"Oh, that's how it goes"

After almost a stick of incense time.

The elder named Mei told Jian Wuhen what had happened carefully.

And just in the middle of his words.

Jian Wuhen's mana surged all over his body, turning into a rainbow light and rushing upwards, heading straight for the outer door.

But only two breaths passed.

A rainbow light passed the inner gate of Tianjianzong again, and flew towards the depths at an astonishing speed.

"Three patriarchs, master, you must not have anything to do, you must persevere, and this disciple invites Mr. Ye to leave the customs."

Jian Wuhen murmured to himself while galloping like lightning.

As the eldest brother of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he has naturally heard of the horrors of the fallen immortals.

Therefore, when he rushed towards the outer door, he suddenly came back to his senses belatedly.

Going with my current cultivation base, I guess it would be a waste of sacrifice.

Rather than doing this, it would be better to take a big disservice and ask Mr. Ye to come forward to resolve this crisis.

at the same time.

Just after Jian Wuhen left the mountain where Ye Changqing was.

It didn't take long for the fog that shrouded the mountain peak to gradually dissipate after several months.

soon.

Ye Changqing, who had practiced hard for a long time, finally came out from the depths of the bamboo forest.

Easy to find.

Dressed in a green robe, his temperament subtly changed again.

Not bad!

Takes so long.

His Immortal Realm once again made great strides forward, and was promoted to the middle stage of Nascent Soul Realm.

only.

Maybe it's because of practicing the Immemorial God and Demon Art, or it's some kind of reason.

As long as he stops cultivating, the immortal breath will be restrained instantly, no matter what kind of immortal powerhouse can sense it.

not only that.

After this period of hard work, perhaps with the improvement of his cultivation, he finally fulfilled his wish to deduce the Endless Sword Diagram.

Although he is currently at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, he thinks that his attainments in the Dao of Sword have reached a pretty good level.

Especially on swords.

He considers himself invincible.

"Where's the little sword?"

Back in the courtyard, he looked around, but Jian Wuhen was nowhere to be seen.

Ye Changqing came to the gazebo alone, poured himself a glass of green ant wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

"After practicing penance for such a long time, I almost forgot the taste of this green ant wine. Yes, it still tastes like before."

With a serene smile on Ye Changqing's face, he rolled up his sleeves and gently wiped off the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, and filled up the wine again, looking very comfortable.

Just when he drank it down again.

A figure appeared in front of the gazebo at an astonishing speed, then fell to his knees on the ground with a plop.

The person who came was Jian Wuhen.

"Mr. Ye, the Fallen Immortals have come, and the Heavenly Sword Sect is in danger. Disciple, please help me, old man, to save them."

Jian Wuhen pressed his forehead to the floor, so anxiously said.

heard.

Ye Changqing, who was about to pour wine again, suddenly froze and blinked.

Fallen Immortals!

The Heavenly Sword Sect is in danger!

What's the situation?

Could it be that there will be some kind of clan extermination battle?

But even so, Mr. Ye is only at the middle stage of Nascent Soul Realm now, so what can he do if he goes there?

Ning said, what can Ye do when he is gone!

Or.

You can't defeat so many immortal powerhouses, what's the difference between a cannon fodder like Ye?

Think for a moment.

Ye Changqing secretly sighed in his heart, and then drank down a glass of Qingyi wine again in one gulp.

Ye Changqing, Ye Changqing!

You say you're fine, why pretend to beep!

Well now.

The entire Heavenly Sword Sect pins their hopes on you, thinking you are some sort of savior?

What should I do now?

Continue to make excuses to go back to retreat?

But Jian Wuhen is kneeling here, so he can't turn a blind eye!

that's it.

After some careful consideration.

Ye Changqing drank another glass of green ant wine, and then said: "Xiao Jian, it's nothing serious, you can get up and talk."

Life!

If you pretend to beep once, you have to pretend to beep ten times.

Now that the matter has come to this point, it can only go once.

What's more, I barely have a few treasures on me.

Especially the large or small Good Fortune Temple presented by righteous brother Xiao Yefan, I always think it is a big killer.

By the time.

When I went there, I directly sacrificed the Temple of Good Fortune, and smashed a few treasures in the ring.

If such an attack can't force back that fallen immortal, then don't pretend to beep, and you must not be vague when it's time to run.

and also.

You just broke through the middle stage of Nascent Soul Realm, why did you run out for a stroll?

Street trick?

Ye Changqing, Ye Changqing.

You asked for this completely on your own, and no one can blame you!

The voice fell.

Jian Wuhen was overjoyed at first, then slowly raised his head.

"Mr. Ye, this disciple shouldn't have told you about this matter, but it is related to the survival of the Heavenly Sword Sect, so this is the only way I can do it. I hope you don't blame me."

Jian Wuhen wrote with both hands, bent down deeply again to write, and apologized to Ye Changqing.

"Xiaojian, you are overthinking."

Ye Changqing waved his hand, drank another glass of Qingyi wine, and immediately stood up.

"This is the end of the matter, you can go with me."

Jian Wuhen was stunned, and hurriedly got up.

And at this time.

Ye Changqing suddenly burst out a beam of blue light, and in a blink of an eye, a green lotus filled with the charm of the Dao, shrouded in green clouds and light mist, and many ancient runes floated in front of him.

Since it is going to pretend to beep, then the face of the card cannot be underestimated.

And although this green lotus is not very useful, it is definitely the number one artifact in the world of pretense.

next moment.

Ye Changqing didn't hesitate either, and immediately stepped onto Qinglian and jumped up.

Seeing such a scene, and sensing the various quintessential Taoism auras permeating the Tao Qinglian.

Jian Wuhen's expression was dull, and he said in shock, "Mr. Ye, what kind of an old man is he? This mount is filled with all kinds of auras."

"No, no, this is not the aura of Dao, but the condensed form of various Dao. It's unbelievable, it's simply unbelievable."

"Xiaojian, let's go."