Long Kexian looked at Ying Shuixian for a long time and shook his head gently.
He said with a smile: "You can't."
Ying Shuixian seemed to have been greatly insulted. Her eyebrows stood up and she stared at Long Kexian fiercely without saying a word.
Long Kexian asked with great interest: "Are you not convinced?"
"Not convinced!"
Ying Shuixian snorted coldly.
Thinking of her as the seventh inner sect of the Eternal Immortal Palace, the top genius of the Quasi-Emperor Perfection, why could Long Kexian say that she was no good?
If anything, it has to be said by Chief Shenyuan.
Long Kexian smiled slightly, coughed twice, and waved to the disciples behind him.
"Junior brother Shangguan, come and experience the strength of the fantasy genius of Eternal Immortal Palace."
"yes!"
A lame young man walked forward slowly.
His face was sallow and he looked seriously ill.
He bowed to Yingshui Xianxing Temple: "Shangguan Hong of Tianming Temple, please teach me about the fairy's illusion skills."
Ying Narcissus looked solemn.
She took out the daffodils and felt a deep chill before she even made a move.
Qin Changsheng stared at Shangguan Hong, frowning.
Just now, he clearly felt that Shangguan Hong was radiating a heart-stopping fluctuation.
Looking at Ying Shuixian's appearance, he quickly pressed her hand.
"Senior Sister Narcissus, how can you let your inner disciple do such a thing as taking the lead? It should be me."
"Junior brother Qin."
Ying Shuixian was stunned when he heard this, and his expression became complicated.
Qin Changsheng took a step forward and performed the Immortal Palace's great ceremony: "Qin Changsheng, the outer gate of the Eternal Immortal Palace, would like to ask for advice on the fortune-telling skills of the Temple of Destiny."
Long Kexian looked deeply at Qin Changsheng and said meaningfully: "I didn't expect you to survive under the hands of Junior Brother Sikong Zhen."
"Sikong Zhen's cultivation has not yet reached the Great Perfection." Qin Changsheng looked indifferent: "He survived by luck. I wonder how he is now. Can his injuries be recovered?"
"Thank you for your great blessing." Long Kexian showed a half-smiling expression: "Junior Brother Sikong has been haunted by bad luck and has returned to the God Realm."
Hearing that it was just ominous, the expressions of the disciples of the Temple of Destiny changed.
They play with fate and luck, so naturally they keep secrets about the ominous things.
They checked Qin Changsheng's fate one by one and found that this person had actually been invaded by the ominous body. When he broke through the quasi-emperor, there would be a big explosion of ominousness.
If we can hold on, the future is limitless.
If you don't bear the bad luck, you can only die.
But in the eyes of everyone in the Temple of Destiny, Qin Changsheng was already a corpse.
Without their intervention, Qin Changsheng would inevitably die in the ominous attack.
Therefore, there is no need for them to compete with a dead man.
The outer disciples of the Temple of Destiny all looked hesitant, and no one dared to step forward.
Seeing this, Qin Changsheng continued to take a step forward and pressed: "What? The outer sect of Tianming Temple does not dare to compete with me, a little early saint?"
Long Kexian narrowed his eyes, looked back at the outer disciples, and frowned.
Those outer disciples felt great pressure.
But even so, they still didn't come forward.
After all, people cherish their lives, and they don't want to be haunted by bad luck.
Upon seeing this, Long Kexian sent someone to take action directly.
"The ram is high, come on."
Gongyang Gao's face became extremely ugly.
But Long Kexian had already spoken, so he had no choice but to stand up.
"The outer gate of the Temple of Destiny is high, accept the challenge!"
Qin Changsheng took a look at the opponent's health and found that the opponent did not have any injuries, which surprised him.
Since we are not burdened with labor and injuries, we are left alone as a widower.
I don’t know what kind of guy this guy is.
Qin Changsheng held the top-grade Imperial Artifact inserted on the ground.
With a clang, the sword blade was unsheathed.
Qin Changsheng stepped forward and attacked and killed Gongyang Gao.
Gong Yanggao's expression changed, and he subconsciously wanted to use his life skills, but he thought of the ominous nature of the other party, so he gritted his teeth, restrained his impulse, and used the offensive method in his life skills instead.
"Shock, shock, kill!"
The sky is clear and the ground is thundering.
A thunderbolt as thick as a barrel crossed time and space and came to Qin Changsheng.
However, Qin Changsheng had already been prepared.
He raised the blade of his sword and whispered: "The moment of glory!"
Qin Changsheng's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
When he reappeared, he was already behind Gong Yanggao.
Gongyang Gao was in the state of the Great Perfection, and his reaction speed was very fast. He made a secret with his fingers, twisted his upper body 180 degrees, and slapped Qin Changsheng with his palm.
However, even if he had such reaction speed, he could not compare with Qin Changsheng.
The moment Gongyang turned around, his eyes were filled with a bright sword light.
He went blind in front of his eyes, followed by severe pain all over his body, as if he was undergoing Lingchi torture.
"ah!"
The ram screamed.
The next moment, there was a sharp pain in my heart.
The vision returned to Gong Yanggao's eyes. He lowered his head and looked at his heart, only to see a long sword stuck above it.
The violent sword energy entered his body, stirring the vitality in his body.
Gongyang spit out a mouthful of blood with a loud cry, and shiveringly rummaged through the storage ring for life-saving elixirs, but it was too late.
Qin Changsheng drew out his long sword, and Gong Yanggao's pupils quickly turned gray and lost their vitality.
He shook off the blood hanging on the sword, drew a blood line on the ground, and looked at Long Kexian with a faint smile.
"I won!"
Long Kexian looked down at Gong Yanggao's body and sighed softly.
"He is number one in the outer sect and is quite talented in life arts. I am still thinking of getting him into the Siming Palace."
"That's a shame."
Qin Changsheng shook his head regretfully and stretched out his hand to Long Kexian.
"Bet, a blood line."
Long Kexian didn't talk nonsense, threw away the blood line, ignored Qin Changsheng, and looked inside Jixia Academy.
"Wang Teng, how long are you going to hide in there?"
"Hide until you get impatient."
Wang Teng walked out of Jixia Academy, followed by everyone from Tantai Feiyun.
Long Kexian and Wang Teng looked at each other. The atmosphere between the two sides was tense, and they looked like they would fight if they disagreed.
But Tantai Feiyun's eyes were always on Qin Changsheng.
The resentful eyes seemed to have been greatly wronged.
Qin Changsheng touched his nose and looked down at himself, his face a little confused.
What did i do wrong?
Why does Senior Sister Feiyun look at him like this?
I don't know what kind of medicine Tantai Feiyun took wrongly, so he immediately ignored it and returned to the gate of Jixia Academy. He held the long sword and looked at the people in the Temple of Destiny warily.
Of the three sects present, only the Temple of Destiny can pose a fatal threat to the Eternal Immortal Palace.
Of course, that doesn't mean that the Tianmo Sect and the Ancient Buddha Sect are not good.
Mainly, these two sects were killed by them until only one inner sect was left. Facing Tantai Feiyun and Ying Shuixian, it was completely inadequate.
As for the outer sect, Qin Changsheng can handle it alone.
The main thing is to see the competition between the true players.
If Wang Teng loses, it means that Eternal Immortal Palace loses.
The winning or losing of the outer and inner disciples cannot affect the situation.
