Spring goes and autumn comes, and cold comes and heat goes.

The sky wind of the Chaoxing Sea has come several times, causing a lot of trouble to the humans on the Chaoxing Sea.

On this day, in the weapon refining room in Lu Yunze's cave, his eyes suddenly opened in the darkness, and there was a faint flash of dazzling five-colored aura.

Lu Yunze slowly stood up, stretched out his right hand, and a stone tablet-shaped magic weapon covered with strange ancient seal script appeared in his palm.

“…It’s been three years.”

Lu Yunze put away the spirit-storing monument, his eyes flashed with inspiration, and he couldn't see it in detail.

His time perception ability has declined greatly, and he has been completely unable to judge the passage of time.

Fortunately, Lu Yunze came up with an idea, using the Five Elements Belt to automatically supply energy, cultivate magic weapons with elixir fire in his dantian, and use the increase in the power of the magic weapon to judge how long he had passed.

It can be considered a killing two birds with one stone.

After a while, Lu Yunze slowly stood up and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Let's go, let the bastards outside see how powerful you are! Hahaha..." Lu Yunze laughed to the sky. Behind him, a huge white body was hidden in the darkness, emitting powerful spiritual pressure that was almost inferior to that of the early stage of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

...

A moment later, a five-colored spiritual light soared into the sky, crossing the sky like a meteor, and landing directly before the market of Tianxing City.

Such a swaggering behavior naturally attracted many people's dissatisfaction, but when most people saw his unconcealed cultivation level in the Dan-Jianging Stage, they immediately turned their heads and thought they had seen nothing.

Only a few cultivators who also had the cultivation level of elixir were left, and they glared at Lu Yunze there.

Lu Yunze was too lazy to pay attention to them, and his powerful spiritual consciousness spread out instantly.

Sure enough, shortly after he appeared here, familiar auras began to appear around him.

"It's been three years, but I haven't given up yet. You are so persistent." Lu Yunze sneered, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he walked into the market with a swagger.

Lu Yunze first went straight to Fengle Auction House, but unfortunately, Zhou Qingyuan received a task from the senior management of Fengle League not long ago and is not currently in Tianxing City.

He could only go shopping in the market alone, bought some relatively novel things, and then walked to the teahouse opposite Baiyulou, ordered a pot of spiritual tea, and drank it for several hours.

It was not until the sun sets west that Lu Yunze frowned suddenly and turned into a five-colored light and left.

In the market, several hidden figures of Jiedan monks looked at each other and stayed in place tacitly, with no intention of coming out with him at all.

"Tsk! Be careful enough." Lu Yunze rolled his eyes in the escape light and flew straight towards the upper layer of the Holy Mountain.

At the same time, above the holy mountain.

In a hall somewhere, Zhao Yichuan's face was pale and covered in blood. He was pressed to the ground by several strange monks with metal all over his body, unable to move at all.

Bi Ruxi stood aside, her spiritual power surged all over her body, and her eyes were almost bleeding.

"Zhao Yichuan attacked his colleagues, spoke rudely, and even insulted Xinggong's law enforcement. The evidence is conclusive. What else do you have to say?"

A thin old man in the middle of the Killing Dan stood in the middle of the hall, his face facing Zhao Yichuan, but his eyes were looking at Bi Ruxi, and a faint sneer was still hanging on the corner of his mouth.

Bi Ruxi took a deep breath and forced the anger that surged in her heart.

If it were before, he would have crushed this bastard, but now it is different. Not to mention that his brother and sister are in the hands of others, it is just...

Bi Ruxi glanced at the middle-aged monk at the top of the hall, and his heart fell directly into the bottom of the valley.

It was just that the two monks of Kalpa had a disagreement and fought. They actually led out all the Nascent Soul Elders of the Star Palace.

If there is no ghost in this matter, he will be the first to not believe it!

But why is this for? Are they just unable to tolerate their own brother and sister?

Bi Ruxi couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she thought about it, and she stayed there.

Seeing this, the thin old man sneered and turned around to give a deep salute to the middle-aged monk.

"Uncle Xun, it seems that Zhao Yichuan has nothing to say. Please tell me how to deal with this person?"

The middle-aged monk who had been closing his eyes to rest slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were neither sad nor happy, and he could not see any emotion.

As he looked at this look, the thin old man couldn't help swallowing his saliva and felt a little uneasy.

Is this matter really complicated?

Actually, it's not very complicated.

It was nothing more than two real-powered deacons who had fallen from the sky accidentally snatched someone else's cake and intervened among the internal forces of the Star Palace that had been completely divided.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have disappeared without understanding at this time, and he would not even be able to make trouble in front of the elders of the Nascent Soul level.

But these two people are unusual, and they can be ignored if they have any background and cultivation. The key is the person who inserted them in!

The middle-aged monk himself is the only one inside the Star Palace. He had to think more about the few people who knew the true identity of that person. Is this action his own meaning or... what those two people mean.

If it is the former, it is just that young people are ignorant, so there is no problem when they go back and talk. At worst, they can only share some benefits, which is not embarrassing.

But if it is the latter, the middle-aged monk must consider his retreat.

But he never expected that before he could find out what was happening here, the people below could not hold back.

The existence of Zhao Yichuan and Bi Ruxi directly affected the distribution of interests of the people below.

Cutting off people's wealth is like killing parents. How can they not be hated?

As a result, the middle-aged monk himself didn't know how to end it.

Looking at the fidgeting old man in front of him, the middle-aged monk sighed slightly.

He himself knew that such things could not be done by the people below, and they did not have the courage to do so.

Eighty-mostly someone gave them some hints and deliberately asked them to trouble them.

"Junior Brother Yun, you are seeking death!" The middle-aged monk sighed sadly in his heart, but there was no trace on the surface, but he still looked like an ancient well without waves.

"Uncle Xun..." The thin old man swallowed with some anxiety.

The middle-aged monk waved his hand and said expressionlessly: "Zhao Yichuan and Feng Kai, the two of them fought in the Holy Mountain and injured their colleagues. Zhao Yichuan first took action to get thunder whips. Feng Kai was seriously injured. After he recovered, he would get thunder whips one hundred times."

"That's all for this matter."

After the middle-aged monk finished speaking, he stood up expressionlessly, regardless of the different expressions of the few people.

At this moment, a neutral voice that was inseparable from men and women suddenly came from outside the hall.
Chapter completed!