Anyone who has been to Qingyun Realm will return disappointed in the end.
But at this moment, looking at the old man whose hair was being pulled by Chu Xinyan, they suddenly realized.
It turned out that the dilapidated thatched cottage was really the residence of Xiaoyaomen.
It turns out that the drunk old man is really the master of the Seven Sons of Xiaoyao!
But this... how is this possible
The aura surrounding the old man was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, extremely unstable.
But even when it is the strongest, it seems that it is only in the Nascent Soul stage.
And just looking at his basic age, he is only in his fifties.
A cultivator in his fifties, logically speaking, should be in his prime.
But the old man in front of him has gray hair and wrinkled face, obviously he is not far from the end of his life.
Such a good-for-nothing old man turned out to be the master of the Unfettered Seven Demons!
How can they believe this
Hear the shocked whispers from the crowd below.
Chu Xinyan smiled speculatively: "Is it the master of those seven little devils? You can tell if you try it?"
After speaking, he looked up at the top of Fengtian Mountain, and suddenly used his spiritual power to amplify his voice.
"Jun Muyan, I know that you are relying on Shenshenyuan to hide on the Fengtian Mountain Range!"
"...I'll count to ten, if you don't come down with the Honghuang Pagoda, the corpse you see at that moment is not just Shi Qing!"
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four..."
"three!"
"two!"
"one!"
It was still quiet in Tumo Square, not a single person appeared.
Chu Xinyan didn't expect such a result, and anger surged in his eyes.
He yanked Shi Qing's head back fiercely, and the tip of the iron stick made a "chuck", almost piercing Shi Qing's entire back.
Shi Qing let out a shrill scream, his eyes were filled with muddy tears, and he kept yelling, "It hurts so much, it hurts me to death! Wow, wow... How many years has it been since the old man hasn't been in such pain?"
"Does it hurt?" Chu Xinyan gritted her teeth, "If you feel pain, then remember it clearly. All of this is caused by your seven good disciples... Since Jun Muyan is so cruel, she doesn't plan to come to save you, Then this Marquis will send you to hell now."
"Wait! Wait a minute! I think I can still save it!"
Shi Qing burst into tears, but kept yelling, "My obedient disciples still respect the teacher very much, I think they must be reluctant to see me, an old man, die, so why don't you kill me later, maybe They'll be down in a while!"
Chu Xinyan sneered: "The Marquis has already counted to ten, it was Jun Muyan who gave up the chance to save you. If you want to blame, you can blame that witch for being cruel and merciless, deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors!"
After finishing speaking, he raised his head and clasped the old man's neck, grasping it tightly with five fingers.
The lingering black air instantly diffused from his fingertips.
"Ooooh, wait a minute! Wait a minute!!"
Shi Qing broke his hand and yelled loudly, "Tuer, she... If they don't come down, I can take you to find her!"
Chu Xinyan paused and looked at him coldly.
I heard Shi Qing immediately talk with reason and evidence: "Think about it, you are now shrinking at the foot of this mountain and dare not attack, isn't it because you are afraid of my disciples?"
These words made all the monks present stop doing it.
"Who would be afraid of those seven little beasts! If they hadn't been hiding in the God Refining Abyss, how would we be afraid?"