Chapter 264: Cultivation Conference (III)

The Taoist priest smiled coldly: "Even if the Tianfeng family has offended it, there is no need to be such a sect as the destruction. If you, Qingxuan Sect, don't make an explanation today, please see the tricks in your hand." As he spoke, a powerful aura emanated, and even the cultivator outside the high platform barrier felt his aura was dull.

"Grandpa Xiao, that person seems to be talking about you." Chen Yan said, afraid that the world will not be in chaos.

After a moment of passing, someone exclaimed: "Sanxian."

Tian Jinsanren, who was standing outside the field, also frowned: "The five-tribulation immortals have no cultivation below me." Thinking of this, he said: "If you want to understand, you will come down to accompany you."

"Just about to end, I suddenly heard someone whispering: "What's the matter? Xiao will follow." Xiao Yiyu's figure floated over slowly.

"The person I just talked about is like the sky is still alive."

"It should be no mistake. Tian Jinsanren is an elder and senior of the Qingxuan Sect, so it is normal for him to stand out."

"If you can make Tianjinsan people stand up, the cultivation level of those who come will definitely be good."

"No need to say, otherwise, can we challenge the Qingxuan Sect?"

"Hey, who is this person?"

The following cultivators were talking about it.

Outside Pangu City, there are still many cultivators gathered. After all, it is impossible for all cultivators to squeeze into the holy city. The cultivators here watch the cultivation meeting in the city through the water mirror technique. This water mirror should be made by people with advanced cultivation. Not only does it have a sound, but it can even show its momentum, as if everything in the city is as real as it is around.

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When Xiao Yiyu appeared, a young man wearing a white long gown stared at Xiao Yiyu's figure with wide eyes. After a while, he whispered excitedly: "Qingxuan School is uncle. It's not wrong, it's no different from more than a hundred years ago. It must be his old man."

The Taoist priest watched Xiao Yiyu float out, and after looking at Xiao Yiyu's face, murderous intent appeared in his eyes as if he wanted to break Xiao Yiyu's body: "You are Xiao Yiyu!"

Xiao Yi smiled faintly and said, "No. " With his cultivation level, he wouldn't take this Taoist priest seriously at all. If it weren't for the Taoist priest who came to the Qingxuan Sect, he wouldn't even bother to come out.

The Taoist priest's Taoist robe was whispering, and his momentum gradually increased. He said coldly: "You did the Tianfeng Family?"

Xiao Yi said, "It's your own fault." He turned around and smiled at Ling Feng above. Ling Feng knew that Xiao Yiyu's cultivation had reached an incredible level. Although the people below were scattered immortals, they were fine, so he sat down again. Most of the heads of the major sects above already knew some of Xiao Yiyu's identities and looked at each other. He didn't say anything. He turned around and looked at a void position and nodded. The others were a little confused, but Tianjinsanren knew that Xiao Yi was right and he was invisible. The cultivators could not see it, but they were useless to Xiao Yiyu.

The Taoist priest laughed coldly: "Since you have admitted it, don't blame me for being rude." A silver light flashed across the Taoist priest's hands, and a pair of silver-white gloves appeared.

Standing in the distance, the sky was scattered in the eyes of the world, he revealed a look of enlightenment. He murmured in a low voice: "The Soul-Snatching Hand, it turns out to be him, he is not dead yet."

Xiao Yi was still standing there, carrying his hands on his back, smiling faintly, and as if he was unaware of the momentum of his opponent's continuous improvement, he said, "You are not my opponent. I have not celebrated the festival with you, so go."

The Taoist said, "I see when you are arrogant, look at the move." This Taoist is quite good at a master's style. Although he took action first, his speed was slow when he took action, which gave Xiao Yiyu a time to prepare. But when his gloves were almost two meters away from Xiao Yiyu, Xiao Yiyu still didn't move. The Taoist said, "It's your fault. I can't blame me anymore." The speed suddenly increased. The claws snatched Xiao Yiyu in front of him.

Just when it was only one meter, Xiao Yi suddenly raised his arm. A light chopping action fell into the Taoist priest's heart, but it seemed to have an illusion that this palm would definitely fall here before he grabbed the opponent. This illusion was a bit inexplicable, but the Taoist priest still turned his body and turned his hands into a silver-white light and shadow covering Xiao Yi. There was a mysterious map in the white light and shadow, as if he could suck human consciousness in it. At the same time, the Taoist priest shouted: "No wonder he is so arrogant, it turns out that he has some ability." The light and shadow formed by the silver-white palm print enveloped Xiao Yi's range ten feet around him.

However, it is really wrong to use this glove that can capture people's minds on Xiao Yiyu. How powerful and tough Xiao Yiyu's consciousness is? Even if it can be listed as an immortal weapon soul-catching glove that exerts its power to the limit, it will definitely not do anything to Xiao Yiyu.

Xiao Yi turned a blind eye to those empty moves. Only those palms that were about to fall on him, Xiao Yi moved his hand slightly. Every time at this time, the Taoist priest always felt that he would be behind the front line and had to retreat. Although he had also suspected that this was an illusion and had made up his mind to not retreat next time, but at that time, he pushed it away again and again. Such a fight made the Taoist priest so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

The cultivators on the stage could not see clearly what was going on inside. Only a few scattered immortals could see clearly the scene inside. However, they were also full of doubts about the actions of the Taoist priests, and they could not feel the mystery outside.

After a while, Xiao Yi became interested. His body suddenly disappeared from the spot, and then almost pressed against the Taoist priest. He printed his bare hands on the Taoist priest's chest. The Taoist priest spurted out blood and fell next to the barrier.

Xiao Yi said, "You are not my opponent." This time, Xiao Yi did keep his hands. He saw that the Taoist priest's technique had some connection with the Tianfeng family. Although Xiao Yi did not regret destroying the Tianfeng family, he sometimes thought that he had done it a little too much and did not want to do this boring murder. He turned around and wanted to go back to Fang Ting and wait for his side. Suddenly his expression changed, and he teleported to Chen Yan and others, and said, "Where is Ting'er?"

Li Xiaoling, Chen Yan, Fang Kun and others looked around when they heard this. They were stunned for a moment. Chen Yan said, "I saw grandma here just now. Did you go to the place next to me if you have something to do?"

Xiao Yi's face was very cold, and his powerful spiritual sense swept across the sky, because he found that the subtle connection between Fang Ting and his soul suddenly disappeared without a trace. This was definitely not as simple as going to the side. The faint murderous intent enveloped the entire holy city. The cultivators next to him felt cold hands and feet and completely lost the ability to move.

Suddenly, Xiao Yi felt that someone had been patted on his shoulder, and Xiao Yi, who raised his alertness to the extreme, naturally responded and patted him backwards.

"Don't do it, Xiao, it's me." It was the voice of Master Chengtian. Xiao Yi took back his palm and said nothing.
Chapter completed!