Chapter 2018: Ye Jianxin's Fame

The sword spurted blood, and was finally put into the scabbard by Ji Shengyu again. Blood flowed out of Fuqing's mouth, her eyes sank, and she fell to the ground on the spot.

Seeing the blood flowing out from under her body, Ji Sheng Yu Ling narrowed his eyes, suddenly grabbed her hair and flew out of the tent like a dead dog.

At this time, he didn't know that behind a dark tent in the distance, two people had already witnessed all this with their own eyes.

"Senior Demon Fairy, is it really okay for him to kill Fu Qing like this?" Chu Junran was actually secretly relieved, but when he thought that Fu Qing was Xuanzhen, he always felt a little uncomfortable.

Similarly, the Demon Immortal Ancestor and Xuan Zhen have a close friendship. Faced with such a thing, he felt even more miserable.

The daughter that Xuanzhen swore to protect to the death finally died in front of his eyes. He did nothing, not even went out to stop her. I'm afraid Xuanzhen has a soul in heaven and will not rest in peace.

But……

"Compared to the descendants of eldest brother, the future of Chenyao Sword Sect is more important. If I can only choose one person between eldest brother and the sect master, then I will choose the sect master." The Demon Immortal Ancestor sighed with tears, shook his head and walked in The camp tent.

Hearing this, Chu Junran was stunned and had mixed emotions.

The loyalty of the Six Immortals of the Northern Wilderness to Bai Chen was completely beyond her expectation, and this desperate loyalty was probably most directly related to Kexin back then.

This is the so-called teacher's kindness is more important than heaven.

…

Although the Demon Immortal Ancestor was heartbroken, he was also pleased because their talents meant that they would not be able to follow Bai Chen for too long. Ji Shengyu was decisive in doing things, took the overall situation into consideration, and had amazing potential. He would definitely become Bai Chen's real helper in the future.

…

Qingzhou, because it was closest to the Xinglan Shrine, became Bai Chen's first choice.

Here, in the streets and alleys, disciples of the Xinglan Shrine can be seen walking around everywhere.

In an inn room, Ye Jianxin crossed his legs on the bed, closed his eyes and meditated.

A faint spiritual light surged around his body like water, and the spiritual power flowed without any trace of spiritual pressure being released.

On the wooden table by the window, there are golden dishes, fine wine and delicious food.

Xiaoliu imitated the appearance of humans comfortably, sitting on a wooden box, raising his two tiger paws to hold the wine glass, and drank happily.

Seeing its greedy look, Bai Chen shook his head helplessly and glanced at the few Xinglan Shrine disciples who happened to be passing by on the street, with a smile in his eyes.

"Bai Chen, I don't think this Xinglan Shrine has any real abilities. Otherwise, let's kill it now. With Ye Jianxin here, who can stop us?" Xiaoliu swallowed a plate of fat fish in one gulp, chirping, chirping. muttered.

Hearing this, Bai Chen smiled and said, "Wait a moment."

"Still waiting?"

Xiao Liu was obviously unhappy: "I have been at the eighth level for a long time. Didn't you say that only killing can quickly precipitate the spiritual power in the spiritual source..."

"Even if you want to kill, the accumulation of spiritual power takes time. You guy, you have soared from a first-level monster to an eighth-level monster in such a short few years. Are you not satisfied with this speed?"

"Bah, bah, bah, what kind of monster? I'm a divine beast! No, it's the God Emperor!"

"Ha ha!"

Bai Chen laughed out loud immediately. This Xiao Liu, after his spiritual maturity, actually also had a rebellious heart.

"I said Xiaoliu, with your strength, you will definitely surpass me in cultivation in the future. When the time comes, my level as a beast tamer will reach a bottleneck and you will be unable to continue to break through. You won't dislike me, right?"

"Well?"

Xiao Liuhu was stunned: "Can it still be like this?"

"Otherwise~"

Seeing that Bai Chen was serious and didn't look like he was joking, Xiao Liu didn't take it seriously: "It doesn't matter. Anyway, I have a hunch that as long as I keep following you, I may exceed my maximum potential."

"You have so much confidence in me?"

"That's who I am~ Don't you tell me, I am the White Tiger Emperor~"

"Shh!"

Bai Chen's expression changed when he heard this, and he quickly raised his finger.

Seeing this, Xiaoliu shrank his neck angrily, and immediately his soul circle opened, covering the entire land of Qingzhou in an instant.

The vast Qingzhou was instantly enveloped by its powerful soul power. After a moment, Xiao Liu took back the soul circle with a look of disdain: "Don't worry, no one is paying attention to us around. There are only two scum from the Star Sea Realm." The location ten blocks ahead is nothing to be afraid of.”

"You guy..."

Bai Chen couldn't reason with it, so he had to continue drinking.

Xiaoliu's talent is indeed astonishingly strong. In the future, his cultivation level may not be lower than that of Old Xuanwu. Even based on the stone formation that seals the mediocrity of the avenue, its peak may be higher than that of Old Suzaku.

But it has a problem, that is, it is too simple-minded, careless, and easy to be plotted.

Bai Chen was plotted back then because he was too proud. Now that he is reborn, he can completely make up for this weakness, but Xiao Liu cannot do that, and his brain is not that bright.

"You, just calm down now and stay here with me for two days. As long as we are sure that no one comes to help Xinglan Shrine, we will take action."

Bai Chen flicked his fingers, and a peanut spun twice from the plate and then flew into his mouth.

Hearing this, Xiao Liu shook his head in displeasure, continued to hold the wine bottle, poured wine and drank.

The Great White Tiger, the god of killing by nature, letting him wait for the opportunity is simply torture to him.

The Zhuxian Sword Sect was destroyed, but Ye Jianxin was still alive. In fact, all outside forces were speculating on when this man, who had practiced Taoism for many years, would step onto the Xinglan Shrine to seek revenge on Qi Yuan.

For this war, what everyone wants to see most is the attitude of Xingchen Pavilion. After all, Xingchen Pavilion and Xinglan Temple are closely related!

Bai Chen chose to stay in Qingzhou and did not act rashly. He was waiting for the right time. He wanted to see whether Xingchen Pavilion would stand up and help Xinglan Temple escape this catastrophe.

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Facing the heavy pressure brought by Ye Jianxin alone, Xinglan Temple was silent at this time. The wealthy and powerful clans with hundreds of thousands of people were all terrified by Ye Jianxin's name.

In the temple deep in the clouds, the maids were wearing holy white robes and were still busy. From time to time, they could see someone breaking a vase or bumping into something. They were absent-minded and prayed every day that Ye Jianxin would never come.

A place stood far above the cliff of the temple. Looking around, white clouds were like silk.

"Master, why don't you leave Beichen temporarily..."

An elder in a black robe, with complex eyes flashing, bowed behind Qi Yuan.

With his hands behind his back, Qi Yuanxue frowned as he stared at the sea of ​​clouds. “Back then, I swore to my father in front of all the gods that I would take control of the situation in Beichen. That’s why I was lucky enough to break the rules and wear this golden robe… If I go back now, how can I save my dignity?”