Qin Changsheng didn't know that Wang Teng had completely tamed Jixia Academy in the main hall.
After observing the formation patterns for a while, he noticed several powerful auras coming from outside.
Qin Changsheng withdrew his gaze from the formation and looked at the stream of light coming from the sky.
The stream of light fell to the ground, revealing seven figures.
Qin Changsheng looked at the seven bald heads and immediately determined the identity of the visitor.
Ancient Buddhist sect.
The true successor, headed by seven bald heads, is a young man with a peaceful face.
He walked up to Qin Changsheng and chanted the Buddha's name.
"Junior Brother Xiangong, can you let us in?"
"no."
Qin Changsheng shook his head and looked at the few people.
"I have captured the Immortal Palace here. You can go and see other forces."
The bald young man smiled and sighed: "In that case, don't blame me, the Ancient Buddha Sect, for being unreasonable."
He looked at an outer disciple behind him and said, "Wu Jie, come on."
"Yes, senior brother!"
Monk Wujie came out, clasped his hands, and bowed to Qin Changsheng.
"Senior brother, please take action."
Qin Changsheng looked at Wu Jie with a smile: "Your outer sect senior brother Wu Xin was killed by me. Do you think you will be my opponent?"
"Senior Brother Wuxin?" Wujie's heart tightened, and he turned back to look at Zhenzhuan: "Senior Brother Guangming, I am not his opponent."
Wu Jie knew how much he weighed.
Wu Xin is the number one in the outer sect, which is not something he talks about casually.
The fact that the man in front of him could kill Wu Xin showed that his strength had reached a terrifying level.
If you go up there by yourself, you will really die.
The smile on Guangzhao Zhenzhuan's face faded, and he looked deeply at Qin Changsheng without saying a word.
Then he took the disciples of the Ancient Buddha Sect and found a place to sit down.
"Then the poor monk should just wait here for Senior Brother Wang Teng to come out."
King against king, against general, this rule cannot be broken.
After all, they are just competing for a lower realm resource, and there is no need to trigger a war between the two sects.
After all, in terms of strength, the Ancient Buddha Sect has only one god king on the surface, but the Eternal Immortal Palace has two, so the strength is asymmetrical.
At this time, the drunk man walked out of Jixia Academy.
He was a little surprised to see Qin Changsheng and the disciples of the Ancient Buddha Sect getting along peacefully without starting a fight.
"Junior Brother Qin, they didn't make things difficult for you, right?"
Qin Changsheng smiled slightly: "The senior brothers of the Ancient Buddha Sect abide by the rules. After knowing that I killed Wu Xin, they did not attack me again."
"That's good." The wine maniac nodded and looked at the disciples of the Ancient Buddha Sect: "If you want to enter Jixia Academy, you can come to me. The two families are determined to be in control, who dares to come?"
As soon as the drunk man came out, the two inner disciples of the Ancient Buddha Sect looked at each other.
Their expressions were slightly hesitant.
The reputation of a drunkard has some prestige in the Liuli Divine Realm.
The fourth in the inner sect of the Immortal Palace, he entered the Tao through drinking, and was easily entangled in illusions when fighting against him. He once had the record of killing two pseudo-gods in the late imperial realm with all his strength, and his strength is unfathomable.
The two inner disciples of the Ancient Buddha Sect were indeed a little frightened by such a powerful person.
"It would be nice if Third Senior Brother was here."
Disciples of the ancient Buddhist sect addressed each other based on ranking.
For example, the third senior brother in the inner sect's mouth is Jinghong, who is third in the inner sect. If the light is said to be the senior brother, it is the number one light in the true tradition.
Without Jinghong, the two inner sects of the Ancient Buddha Sect really had no confidence in defeating the drunkard.
The smile on Guang Guang's face was completely gone. He glanced at the two inner doormen expressionlessly, and then said: "Jing Yi, come and try it."
Monk Jingyi's face looked a little ugly, but Zhenzhuan had spoken and he had to carry it out.
He stood up and walked towards the alcoholic maniac: "Brother Jiu, please ask me for advice."
"Easy to say." The wine maniac touched the stubble on his chin, took off the broken gourd from his waist with a smile, and waved to Guang Guang: "Brother Guang Guang, you broke this wine gourd, and this account will be paid automatically That’s it.”
Guang Guang snorted coldly and said nothing.
The wine maniac swung the wine in half of the gourd, raised his head and took a sip, and a violent aura spread out.
Qin Changsheng only felt a little palpitated, and took a deep look at the drunkard whose body was steaming.
"Is this the fourth inner sect?"
"The strength is indeed extraordinary!"
Jingyi, on the other hand, directly turned on Fudo Mingou.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, his whole body exuding bright golden light, and an ancient Buddha with gnarled muscles was faintly reflected behind him.
The drunkard laughed, stepped forward, clenched his fist and punched Jing Yi on the body.
One punch caused a strong wind.
The surrounding perennial snow was cleared directly.
Jing Yi was blown away by this circle, and his figure slid out of a deep ravine on the ground, dragging it for a long distance.
"Fudo Mingou, I've beaten him a lot." The drunkard moved his wrists, and then took another sip of wine. His breath suddenly doubled again, his legs used force, and he rushed towards Jing Yi like a wild beast.
Earth-shaking sounds kept coming from the distance.
Qin Changsheng looked at the violent Jing Yi and secretly clicked his tongue.
"Senior Brother Jiu's wine way is really violent. The quasi-emperor Dzogchen Fudo Myoyo was almost beaten to pieces."
He looked at Guang Guang and found that the other person had closed his eyes at this time, and the indifferent smile before was no longer there.
The other disciples of the Ancient Buddha Sect looked at the old man Guangming with fear, fearing that he would be unhappy and let them fight those who could not be dealt with.
After a while, the roar at the foot of Kunlun Mountain suddenly stopped, and the drunk man flew back carrying a tattered corpse.
He threw the body in front of everyone in the Ancient Buddha Sect and said, "Jing Yi has passed away, who is next?"
Jing Shi huddled aside, afraid of being called out by Guang Guang.
The light was motionless, like a stone statue. He didn't even look at Jing Yi's body, he was so indifferent that he didn't look like a human being.
"Boring!"
Seeing that the ancient Buddhist sect was timid, the drunkard curled his lips and raised his eyes to the sky.
He grinned and murmured expectantly: "The people from the Tianmo Sect are finally here. I really want to see Hai Chaosheng's strength."
Qin Changsheng also noticed several menacing auras.
These auras are all violent and ferocious, especially the one at the head, whose demonic flames surge into the sky, like an unparalleled giant.
The people from the Tianmo Sect came to the front of Jixia Academy and looked at the bodies of the Ancient Buddha Sect and Jing Yi. They all looked at the drunkard.
"The fourth inner sect of the Eternal Immortal Palace, the alcoholic maniac, which one of you will come first?"
The leader of the True Demon Sect looked at the three inner sects.
One of the people wrapped in white cloth took a step forward and said in a hoarse voice: "I'll come."
The drunk man's expression slightly condensed, and he looked at the man wrapped in white cloth.
"Hai Chaosheng, I have always heard that you are the strongest within the Tianmo Sect. Today I really want to see how powerful you are as the strongest."
Hai Chaosheng smiled coldly: "You will know soon."
The two of them dodged at the same time and disappeared.
Heart-stopping fluctuations were constantly transmitted from the nine heavens.
The True Legend of the Heavenly Demon Sect looked at Qin Changsheng and frowned slightly: "Early stage of the Holy Saint?"
