"boom!"

It was like a meteor falling to the ground, Qi Changlin fell from the sky and smashed a big hole on the ground.

After landing, he took several steps in a row, each step heavy and heavy, and did not stand firm again until he was about to hit the wall.

Everyone in the teahouse was surprised.

The high-spirited elders of the Baolin Sect opened their mouths and looked astonished, and the cheering voice could no longer be heard.

The true disciples of the Tianlong Sect led by Wu Chong suddenly stood up and quickly gathered around the eldest brother Wang Mu, forming a tight defensive formation.

The Zhenwu Sect and the Yin-Yang Sect finally got rid of the crisis and breathed a sigh of relief.

For a moment, the atmosphere fell into strange silence.

Qi Changlin's old face was red and white, and his energy was fluctuating. His eyes were staring at the top of his head, and his inner breath rotated around his body, forming a gray airflow visible to the naked eye.

Wang Mu's body shook slightly and appeared next to Qi Changlin in an instant. His expression became very serious, and he no longer had a slight relaxed and casual look.

With Wang Mu's keen perception, he had no idea about the Zhenwu Sect powerhouse above his head.

This means that the opponent's strength is far above Wang Mu.

"Master Qi, are you okay?"

Wang Mu asked Qi Changlin with concern.

"I'm fine."

Qi Changlin's tone was very stiff, not because of injury, but because of shame: "Be careful, the guy above is very powerful, definitely not comparable to an ordinary master."

Wang Mu nodded and was about to continue talking, but suddenly felt something and shut his mouth.

In the sight of everyone, a figure floated into the teahouse along the big hole that Qi Changlin bumped out.

The figure was thin and tall, wearing a green Taoist robe. It was not astonished when it landed on the ground, and was as light as a feather, which was in sharp contrast to Qi Changlin's embarrassment.

"Meet the King's Head!"

The disciples of Zhenwu Sect suddenly spoke in unison, their voices loudly and their voices shook the sky.

Wang Shouzu looked very young, had ordinary facial features, and had slender pairs of phoenix eyes. He seemed to never wake up, lazy and idle.

However, deep in the pupils, there is a trace of imperceptible coldness and indifference hidden.

"Don't do these stupid things."

The King's Head waved his hand and looked at Qi Changlin and Wang Mu without seeing each other. He was even more lazy to look at the elders of the Baolin Sect who were facing a great enemy. He casually pulled a chair and sat down, and raised his legs and crossed his legs: "I drank the northwest wind for a long time, but I still felt comfortable sitting."

Seeing that this guy was overshadowed the enemy as soon as he appeared, Baolin sent everyone to look at his leader in one go.

Qi Changlin naturally had no good face.

In fact, he had already guessed the other party's identity, and it was because of this that he became more and more troublesome.

Seeing that Qi Changlin had a stinky face, Wang Mu clearly didn't want to deal with the other party, so he had to stand up and help Baolin School support the venue: "Who is from Zhenwu Sect?"

Chief Wang rolled his eyelids: "Wang Lingjun, the chief elder of Zhenwu Sect, which onion are you?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Chong and other true disciples of the Tianlong Sect couldn't help but look angry.

Wang Mu looked plain instead. He was open-minded by nature and didn't care about some offense.

"It turns out to be Wang Lingjun's first seat, and I have long admired him."

Wang Mu took the initiative to bow: "I am the contemporary senior brother of the Tianlong Sect, Wang Mu."

"Your surname is Wang?"

Wang Lingjun looked up and down at Wang Mu, and suddenly sneered: "You and Ning Zheng are of the same generation, right? Who is the master? Xiao Shitong, or Ji Hengqiu?"

"Xiao Shitong is the master of his family."

Wang Mu responded appropriately, neither humble nor arrogant: "Wang Shouzhu knows his family teacher?"

"The head of the Tianlong Sect is of high status and powerful, and calls the wind and rain. Who in the world doesn't know it? Unfortunately, although I know him, he doesn't know me."

Wang Lingjun yawned and said lazily: "You are much better than that boy Ning Zheng. Sure enough, it is better to walk steadily than to walk faster."

Even though Wang Mu is determined and accustomed to storms, and faces the jumping mind and does not play according to common sense, he doesn't know how to interface.

What's the point of being Tinning?

Does it have anything to do with this matter?

In the end, Wang Mu decided to ignore the other party's complaints and directly get to the point: "Zheng Wang, since you are here, how should you deal with today's affairs?"

"Xu Guo has already made it clear to you. If you want to fight, then fight. I will accompany you to the end."

Wang Lingjun squinted his eyes, and his light glance swept over Qi Changlin with a pale face and mocked, "Old Qi, why have you become mute? Haven't you been very domineering before? You even asked the head of the sect to come over and talk to you in person, are you worthy?"

Qi Changlin's body emitted a cold and huge aura.

Affected by this breath, the temperature in the teahouse seemed to drop sharply.

The elders of the Baolin Sect, who were slightly weak, hurriedly retreated, for fear of being affected by the fish.

Wang Mu and Wang Lingjun are like two indestructible walls, firmly blocking Qi Changlin's murderous aura and protecting their respective children.

"Don't think that if you step into the Three Flowers Gathering Realm, you can be unscrupulous and arrogant."

Qi Changlin said expressionlessly: "I don't want to have a verbal dispute with you. If you have the ability, try it."

"Do you think I dare not?"

Wang Lingjun suddenly stood up, and a powerful aura that was no less than Qi Changlin burst out, like a surging wave, rushing towards the opposite side.

"Boom!"

The two qi of the great master of alchemy power collided fiercely.

In an instant, the earth moved and the mountains shook, and smoke and dust rolled.

A dense crack appeared on the ground covered with hard bluestone slabs. The closer to the collision center, the denser the cracks became, and spread radially to the surroundings.

The wood chips, gravels and mud are all pulled by the qi, and they are separated from the ground, and are immediately crushed by invisible forces, turning into powder and floating all over the sky.

Wang Lingjun and Qi Changlin refused to give in to each other, confronted each other several meters away, and their momentum rose wildly.

"Click!"

The bluestone slab under Qi Changlin's feet suddenly cracked.

On the other hand, Wang Lingjun's foothold is still intact.

Such an obvious change did not escape the eyes of the audience.

The elders of the Baolin Sect looked dim, while the disciples of the Zhenwu Sect were excited and energetic.

Seeing that Qi Changlin was gradually at a disadvantage in the competition of momentum, Wang Mu could not continue to watch the fire from the other side of the river.

After all, no matter what, the Tianlong Sect and the Baolin Sect are all allies.

Even if Qi Changlin's own actions made Wang Mu dissatisfied, he could not sit idly by and watch the other party's majesty be ruined.

"President Qi, Chief Wang, can you listen to me?"

Wang Mu sighed secretly, circulated his inner breath, and walked between Qi Changlin and Wang Lingjun, with a majestic figure: "If you really fight, none of the people present will be spared, I don't think this is your original intention."

As Wang Mu came to an end, Wang Lingjun suddenly felt the pressure doubled.

Although he is very strong, he can't fight against two.

"Old man Qi, I'll let you go today."
Chapter completed!