Sheng Xinghai stepped on the golden spear with his feet, flying happily between the blue sky and white clouds. He was behind his back, and the breeze made his blue shirt rustle, making his white hair float with the wind.

Suddenly, his golden spear magic weapon stayed in mid-air.

Because he could see at a glance that in the middle of the green grass, the corpses of three young men were quietly lying on the bank of the stream with floating reeds.

Two lying on the ground, one was mostly carried in the soil. Both of them were broken bones and their bodies were beaten to pieces, and they could not save the elixirs and elixirs.

His expression suddenly solidified, his eyes were ripped, and his heart felt like blood was dripping: "I carefully cultivated the heir Shi Renjie, whom I have been carefully pursuing for nearly twenty years, and all of them were beaten to death by others!?"

"Who is it, who did it? Which immortal cultivator is going to destroy the foundation of my Golden Spear Sect?"

"No matter which sect leader you are or the boss of a famous family, I will tear you to pieces! Destroy your sect and destroy your family!"

The heirs of the sect are too important for a sect. If the former sect leader is attained and ascended in the future, someone must be in charge of the sect. Otherwise, the predecessors who ascended in the sect will not give him good fruit. Even when he was in seclusion before ascending, heirs would need to supervise the entire sect.

Not only is it difficult to find inherited disciples with excellent qualifications, but some sect leaders have not found a suitable heir for decades. It is also difficult to cultivate, and I don’t know how much cultivation resources will be consumed.

Elite disciples are also very important. Simply put, inherited disciples are the princes of a sect, and elite disciples are the ministers of the sect.

Now that all the princes and ministers of the sect he trained were dead, how could he not be angry? He even made up his mind to start a war with other sects to avenge this revenge.

After a burst of rage in his heart, his spiritual sense covered a radius of hundreds of miles and searched. Except for the immortal ruins on Zhongshan, he did not dare to explore, no suspicious signs were found.

As soon as he looked down, he saw two young men and women walking leisurely towards Maple Leaf Town. The man held two fishing rods in one hand and heavy fish guards in the other. The woman held a pair of copper hammers in her hand and followed behind.

The two walked on the path in the middle of the grassy meadow, with colorful butterflies flying among the wild flowers, sometimes around their shoulders.

"Damn it, they should be the two that Renjie said. It was all because of these two death stars that caused my three outstanding disciples to die tragically!"

When the magic gun was lowered, it landed in front of the two of them.

Qin Yifan and Huang Yirong stopped and were worried in their hearts: The one who came this time should be a strong man. Judging from his age and appearance, he is definitely not a traitor or an outer disciple.

...

"Tell me, who killed them!" Sheng Xinghai's tone was as cold as Hanbing. He didn't talk nonsense to them, and directly asked sternly. His expression was extremely ferocious. In his rage, he had no choice but to maintain the demeanor of a sect leader.

"We were fishing by the stream just now, and suddenly we saw a super strong man flying down from the sky. He held a mace and beat the three of them to death with one stick." Qin Yifan said.

"All talk nonsense!" Sheng Xinghai shouted sternly, "Daxia has no immortal cultivation sect that uses maces as weapons. If you don't tell the truth, I will instantly kill you."

"Don't even think about hurting my Brother Qin!" Huang Yirong immediately held a copper hammer and stopped Qin Yifan. Seeing the person coming so domineering, she couldn't help but feel a little scared, and her body trembled slightly, "Brother Qin, why don't you escape first, I'll help you block him. He must be much better than the previous three, and I'll definitely not be able to beat."

"What's the strong?" Qin Yifan said, "Look at his irritability, he has no strong demeanor at all. He should be just a chef in a certain Immortal Cultivation Sect who is in charge of cooking fires and cooking."

"The chef who cooks the fire?" Huang Yirong was shocked.

Qin Yifan actually realized that he should not be a cook, at least an elder of a foreign affairs officer. After all, he is so old, and the elder of a foreign affairs officer often goes out. The reason why he belittles him so much is to make Huang Yirong less afraid and have some confidence in fighting.

The cook who cooked the fire? Sheng Xinghai's expression became cold and shouted loudly: "Looking for death!" If it were in the past, he would never have been furious because of Qin Yifan's words, but now, he had just died of three most important disciples, and Qin Yifan's words undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.

With a finger, a sharp gun lightning bombarded Huang Yirong like lightning.

The target of his attack was Huang Yirong, not Qin Yifan, who made him angry. Because he still wanted to keep Qin Yifan and attract monsters.

His attack was a must-kill move, and he did not have the desire to be merciful. As an old antique who has practiced for five hundred years, he would never make low-level mistakes that only young people would make.

At this time, Huang Yirong didn't care whether she was afraid or not. When she saw the gun light reaching in front of her instantly, a copper hammer smashed towards the gun light.

The fierce wind whistled out, blowing the weeds on the meadow lowered their heads, and blowing the butterflies among the flowers.

bite!

The gun light and the copper hammer came into contact, and a dazzling fire splashed. The gun light was smashed away by her.

"She can actually smash my gun away!" Sheng Xinghai raised his eyebrows, "She is just a body refiner, how could she block the thunder strike in my Nascent Soul stage?"

"A simple body refiner is the strongest thing, but her body is not afraid of ordinary swords. Even if she is an extremely rare Nine-Meridian body, her realm cannot break through to the Golden Pill. And the spear I just used is the spear of the Nascent Soul Stage!"

"This woman has such strength. Maybe my three disciples were either killed by the head of a sect leader or killed by her!"

...

No more thoughts are made now, and waves the spear and slashes it down with one shot.

A sharp spear light dozens of feet long cut through the sky, as if to cut her in half instantly. Huang Yirong's delicate body moved instantly, and she waved her copper hammer and banged her towards the gun.

Bang!

The gun lights that were dozens of feet long were completely resolved by her.

"What a strong body refiner, he has no immortal power in his body, but he can break my Nascent Soul Spear. Her strength has exceeded the common sense of cultivating immortals!" Sheng Xinghai thought in shock.

For billions of years, people with nine meridian bodies have never broken through the bottleneck of the Golden Elixir stage. Therefore, no one has ever seen the strength of the Nine Meridian bodies that exceed the Golden Elixir stage.

Qin Yifan's paintings inadvertently helped her break the curse of the ancient demon king. Therefore, Sheng Xinghai didn't know why Huang Yirong was so strong. No one in the entire world of immortal cultivation knew about it, and he thought it was contrary to the common sense of immortal cultivation.
Chapter completed!