Eternal Tranquility

The pine waves burst into waves, and the mountain breeze brought the fragrance of grass and trees. In this silence, a Nascent Soul monk had fallen silently, and even the Nascent Soul had no time to escape.

Liu Qinghuan withdrew the Fusheng Sword, and a drop of bright red blood slipped from the tip of the sword and rolled to the ground. The corpse of the monk surnamed Wang had his eyes wide open, still retaining the extreme shock of the moment before his death.

Liu Qinghuan glanced at him, then looked away indifferently, turned around and walked back up the mountain.

The spacious stone steps were cleaned very clean, and all the fallen leaves on them were swept away. Unfortunately, I don’t know how long this cleanliness can last. They will probably be covered with blood soon.

Liu Qinghuan went up to a small platform, and a group of patrolling guards came out from the corner of the house. When they saw him from a distance, they shouted: "Who is coming? This place is the residence of the direct descendants of my Xuanyuan family. Outsiders are not allowed in unless they are invited!" "

Liu Qinghuan patted the storage bag, and three spiritual beasts rushed out. He pointed: "Go!"

Xiao Hei screamed and rushed over like a hungry tiger, followed by Chu Yi who was plundering the formation. As for the gray donkey, it walked lazily, looking very reluctant.

"W-what are you going to do?"

"No, call someone quickly!"

Seeing this posture, the team of guards immediately panicked, asking questions in shock and anger, and hurriedly formed a formation.

It's just that they were of low cultivation, so they dispersed as soon as Xiao Hei rushed them. Chu Yi flapped over with his wings again and again, and rolled to the ground.

Someone blew a whistle, and a piercing scream resounded through the sky. Someone from a nearby house came out to see what was going on. They were stunned by the sudden situation for a moment, and rushed over yelling.

Xiao Hei slapped him and swept them down. The wind of his palm was so powerful that anyone who touched it would be killed or injured. The low-level monks could not survive a single turn in his hands, and fell into the mountains on both sides of the road, screaming.

In the midst of the chaos, Liu Qinghuan was not disturbed in the slightest and walked up the stone steps up the mountain step by step with a calm expression.

"Who dares to cause trouble in my Xuanyuan clan!"

Suddenly, a sharp roar came from above the head, and the wind and clouds moved quickly, and a beautiful light flew past everyone in the blink of an eye, and rolled towards Xiao Hei who was leading the way!

Xiao Hei raised his head and roared, and made a fist with his right hand. The rich green light quickly condensed into a layer of armor, covering the entire fist, and exploded out with overwhelming force!

There was a loud "bang", the ground jumped sharply, and the wind was strong. Xiao Hei punched the light into pieces and scattered them into black dots, scattering in all directions.

A middle-aged male cultivator in a Confucian shirt appeared on the mountain path, his sharp eyes swept over Xiao Hei like lightning, and soon moved to Liu Qinghuan, who was calm and composed, and scolded: "Where did you find that bastard? Dare to act arrogantly in my Sheshan Xuanyuan!"

Liu Qinghuan raised his head and saw another person running towards him. When he saw him, he was frightened and said angrily: "Hu Yiwen! What are you doing, why are you hurting the children of my clan? Do you want to die!"

The person who came was the elder of the Xuanyuan clan who had discussed business with him in the restaurant that day. He had a high profile at that time, but now he was furious.

Liu Qinghuan smiled faintly: "It's not like you are seeking death. It's just that you Xuanyuan took away my secret method of taming animals and refused to pay more, so I had to come to you in person to ask for it."

"Fart!" The leader of the tribe shouted: "Didn't I promise you to meditate on the Zhaoying Wall for three days, and you're still not satisfied? You still want to..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the male cultivator in Confucian shirt: "Sixth brother, don't argue with him. This person obviously has bad intentions. Moreover, I don't think this person is necessarily that nonsense. Rogue cultivators don’t have the guts to offend my Xuanyuan clan.”

The other party looked Liu Qinghuan up and down, with a strange light in his eyes, and he looked straight over.

Liu Qinghuan felt a cold, snake-like aura coming around. He stretched out his hand to grab it, and then squeezed it!

The male cultivator in Confucian shirt took a step back in surprise: "You are from Yunmengze!"

"What!"

"ah!"

There was an uproar, and while the few people were talking, many people were already rushing over from all over, but the low-level monks did not dare to come after seeing the scene clearly, and only dared to surround them from a distance.

"My Xuanyuan family actually infiltrated Yun Mengze's people!"

Liu Qinghuan smiled slightly: "It's not good, you found out. What should I do?"

It's a pity that there was no trace of nervousness or fear in his tone. On the contrary, the face of the person opposite him became very ugly.

A Nascent Soul cultivator walked out of the crowd and said loudly: "Recently, many small families have been robbed by people from Yunmengze. Is it you who did it?"

Liu Qinghuan turned to look at the man and said with a smile: "Yes, we only seek wealth and will never kill everyone, so you'd better open the inner treasury and I'll pick a few items and leave."

"Joke!" the clan elder shouted angrily. With a flick of his hand, a fine cast long staff suddenly came into his hand. He raised it suddenly and heard the staff whining and hissing, like a tiger roaring, and a burst of brilliance burst out!

"I'll kill you right now!"

The little black quack laughed strangely and jumped in front of Liu Qinghuan. With a shake of his shoulders, he heard a crackling sound like exploding beans. His body suddenly grew bigger, and he exploded with a domineering aura. A palm as big as a cattail leaf slapped down!

There was a sound of metal and stone hitting each other, and the several rays of light and shadow emitted by the long staff were scattered in two directions. The staff tilted, and even the clan elder staggered two steps.

His expression changed, and the hand holding the staff trembled. Apparently, he didn't expect the power in Xiao Hei's hand to be so great!

The tip of the staff changed accordingly, removing the incomparable force from the hand, and became floating and agile like a spiritual snake coming out of its hole, winding up!

Liu Qinghuan stretched out her hand and pointed: "Definitely!"

The opponent was immediately as stiff as a wooden stake, but his forward momentum did not stop. He was about to fall down when he was caught by the male cultivator in Confucian shirt!

"The body-holding technique!"

The male cultivator in Confucian robes took a deep look at him, suddenly tilted his ears, as if he was listening to something, and then said to a golden elixir cultivator next to him: "Go and sound the alarm and notify everyone in the clan to be alert. He must not be the only one they sneak in." , search immediately!”

Liu Qinghuan frowned and glanced at the scene. There were high-level monks above the Golden Core nearby, but more people were gathered at the foot of the mountain.

Looking up towards the peak, there are several powerful auras that have been hidden in the darkness and have not yet appeared.

However, due to the order of the male cultivator in Confucian shirt, the crowd seemed to disperse, and he immediately said decisively: "Xiao Hei, junior high school student, come on!"

Another pat on the gray donkey's butt: "Stop being lazy, that one over there belongs to you."

After receiving the order, Xiao Hei screamed, beat his chest, and ran out in large strides. Chu Yiyi lowered his head, and the complicated sharp horns on his head flashed with fierce sharpness, turning into a rapid white light and crashing into the two Xuanyuan clan Nascent Soul monks.

The gray donkey took a bite of his hand, and then lazily barked at another Yuanying monk present, which probably meant that your opponent is me, come here quickly.

The man's face darkened and he stood still.

The gray donkey had no choice but to run over and kick out with his hoof!

Liu Qinghuan didn't bother to care about them. With a flick of his hand, a beam of fire shot out of the mountain!

Many people's eyes followed the fire, and some figures even chased away like the wind. A moment later, they heard someone shouting from a distance: "They forcibly opened the mountain protection formation!"

Liu Qinghuan frowned, and a small bronze bell appeared in his hand.

As he tore off the sealing talisman attached to Zhong's body, with each tear off, the majestic and abyss-like aura became more and more powerful, which was heartbreaking!

The screams of countless resentful souls seemed to be heard in the air, and the cold wind suddenly came, making people feel chilly.

"stop!"

Suddenly, a loud roar rang out, and an old man with long eyebrows in a soap robe was seen running towards him. His eyes fell on the Wangchuan Bell in shock and anger: "Stop! What kind of magic weapon are you talking about?" , what do you want to do!”