Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Chapter 122: The fluttering sleeves, unstained by dust

Lu Lingjiao began to recall in her mind, as if she had thought of something, and said softly: "Indeed there is one, but it seems that they are about to disband."

"What sect?"

"The Red Fire Alliance of North City."

Lu Lingjiao replied: "It is said that the original strength of the Red Fire League was almost the same as that of the Azure Dragon Gang, the White Tiger Society, the Vermillion Bird Sect, and the Black Tortoise Hall, but later the four major forces joined forces and completely destroyed the Red Fire League."

Ye Qian'an shook the wine glass in his hand, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face. In this case, he would start with the purchase from the Red Fire Alliance, and then use his own winemaking skills to bring about a complete and drastic change in the entire lower house.

The prerequisite is how to take Lu Lingjiao away.

Chi Hun narrowed his eyes and said in the same indifferent tone as usual: "According to what Junior Sister said, the person stationed here should be the vice-chairman of the Suzaku Sect, a cultivator who has reached the early stage of fusion."

The strength of a strong person in the fusion realm is extremely terrifying. Even if he is placed in Donglingnan Province, he can be called the ancestor of a sect.

After all, the overall strength of Donglingnan Province is only at the peak of the Mahayana stage, and there is not even a strong man in the Thunder Tribulation Stage. It is not difficult to see how powerful the cultivators above the Fusion Stage are.

However, Ye Qian'an didn't care at all. Before he entered the fusion realm, he was able to challenge the founder of Luohe Sect. Now that he has broken through the early stage of fusion, he is enough to dominate the entire fusion realm.

Ye Qian'an took a sip of the wine and said with a smile: "Don't worry, just leave here, I will hold that guy back."

Hearing this, Chi Hun and Lu Lingjiao looked at each other and nodded, then kicked open the wooden door in front of them. Perhaps because the sound was too loud, the monks on both sides looked in that direction at the same time.

Lu Lingjiao summoned the magic sword and shot straight towards the madam's position. If it weren't for that bastard, she wouldn't have almost been raped by that group of bastards.

Thinking of this, Lu Lingjiao became even angrier. She held the magic sword in her hand, and as the sword light flowed, a circle of special energy formed in the air.

Lu Lingjiao was moving so fast that azure light flashed on her sword. However, just when she was about to kill the madam, a middle-aged man in a green Taoist robe suddenly appeared there.

He stretched out a finger and easily blocked Lu Lingjiao's attack. He then raised his head and looked at Lu Lingjiao in front of him, snorted coldly and said:

"Lu Lingjiao, you dare to disobey my orders. Believe it or not, I will cut off your path to becoming a god!"

The middle-aged man moved his fingers slightly, and a special energy gathered at the position of his fingers. The moment his fingers touched the fairy sword, Lu Lingjiao's body suddenly retreated backwards.

Even the magic sword in his hand was buzzing under the impact of this energy.

Lu Lingjiao glanced at the immortal sword in her right palm, then frowned slightly, and said viciously: "Old man, no matter what, I am the pride of Qingxuan Sect. I didn't expect you to let me receive guests. Even if I die today, I will make you die within five steps!"

"You don't have the ability."

The middle-aged man held one hand behind his back and said expressionlessly, "To tell you the truth, it's okay if you don't serve me today. As long as you are willing to become my dual cultivation partner, I can consider letting you stop doing this. How about it?"

"Daolü, your grandmother!"

The corner of his mouth twitched, and the middle-aged man's face was not looking good. He immediately scolded: "How dare you insult me? Since you are so ignorant, then let me personally send you off!"

However, just when the middle-aged man was about to cripple Lu Lingjiao, Ye Qian'an appeared here in an instant. The flying energy turned into a wisp of breeze the moment it touched his body and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing that the other party could take his attack so easily, the middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and he immediately asked: "Daoyou, who are you?" Ye Qian'an raised his head and drank two liang of wine, and said calmly: "You are not qualified to know who I am."

"Arrogant junior."

Zhang Jian walked over, his eyes revealing a cold light, and then he lowered his voice and said: "Boy, I'd better advise you not to interfere in this matter, otherwise, you should know what the price is."

Before Zhang Jian could finish his words, he felt a cold murderous aura coming towards him. The next moment, Ye Qian'an kicked Zhang Jian, and Zhang Jian's body instantly flew backwards.

This kick was so powerful that Zhang Jian hit the wall directly. The huge shock wave penetrated several walls and hit the building outside.

The huge roar also attracted the attention of many powerful people. The monks in the Lower Court City immediately ran over and pulled Zhang Jian, who was spitting blood, out of the ruins.

All of Zhang Jian's ribs were broken and his internal organs were damaged. If it weren't for his strength at the early stage of fusion, Zhang Jian would have died suddenly by now.

Pfft!

A mouthful of bright red blood spurted out.

Zhang Jian stood up with difficulty, pushed away the guard beside him, and almost roared with red eyes: "Boy! How dare you hurt me!!"

Ye Qian'an landed steadily on the ground, took a step forward, and slapped Zhang Jian in the face without any hesitation. The latter didn't even have a chance to react. He turned around more than ten times before he barely stopped.

Due to the tinnitus, Zhang Jian's right cheek had already become red and swollen, making people want to laugh.

Zhang Jian was also seeing stars, and couldn't even tell east from west. He could only look at Ye Qian'an's shadow with his peripheral vision, "You, you dare to hit me?!"

"You know this world where the strong prey on the weak, don't you?"

Ye Qian'an snorted coldly.

The reason why this world is interesting is that it exists in the jungle of the jungle. The weak can only become slaves of the strong. If you let them die, they will die!
Zhang Jian was furious and rushed forward immediately, "It's your wrong choice to be the enemy of our Suzaku Sect!"

Ye Qian'an took off the wine gourd from his waist expressionlessly, raised his head and took a few gulps of wine. Then, he suddenly waved his right hand, and the table under him split apart at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Each piece of wood floated beside Ye Qian'an.

Ye Qian'an was not satisfied yet. He raised his finger, and almost all the wine jars in Yihong Courtyard began to tremble.

There was a snap.

The sake in the jar flowed upstream, drew a perfect arc in the air, and finally fell into Ye Qian'an's mouth in the astonished eyes of everyone.

Ye Qian'an closed his eyes, enjoying the moment when the wine entered his throat, and then said comfortably: "Good wine, really good wine."

Her clothes fluttered in the wind, without a speck of dust on them.

The cultivators in Yihong Courtyard were all staring in amazement at the scene before them, unable to believe that this guy was actually drinking there.

(End of this chapter)