The battle above the cloud lasted for two quarters of an hour. Except for the eight Emperor Mirror monks who were shattered and fell by the power of Ye Shanhe's kick, no one fell for the time being.
Ye Shanhe relied on his sword domain to defeat the three half-step immortal mirror monks.
"Stop! Let's not fight. The three of us admit that we can't beat you, but the Purple Gold Pot is the most precious treasure of our Lingxiao Sect. Now that the treasure has reappeared in the world, it's time to return to our Lingxiao Sect!" The leader of the Lingxiao Sect said anxiously. He was being taken care of by Ye Shanhe. , so the injury was the most serious.
Just because he had exerted the strongest pressure on Murong Zhan and others before, and the one who got the purple gold pot and wanted to hurt Su Yunfei was also an elder of Lingxiao Sect.
"You said you won't fight if you don't want to fight? I haven't fought in three thousand years, and my White Dragon Sword has long been hungry and thirsty." Ye Shanhe said domineeringly, and the White Dragon Sword in his hand made a cheerful sword sound, It seems to be responding to the master's words.
"How can you be willing to give up?!"
"Hmph! You bunch of old immortals bullied my disciples and grandsons for a broken bottle. If I didn't beat you up today, you wouldn't know that there is Ye Shanhe in Shushan!" After saying that, Ye Shanhe raised his sword and went up to kill him.
"Ye Shanhe! Don't bully others too much!"
"Bah! How dare you bully my disciples and grandsons, you old fool!"
"It was obviously your disciple who injured me, the elder of Lingxiao Sect!"
"Ha! When I came here, I only saw you oppressing my disciples and grandchildren!". . . . Everyone on the cloud was stunned when they saw this scene. Dugu Xianqin held his forehead and smiled and said: "Master Murong, the character of you Shushan calf protectors are all influenced by Senior Ye!" Murong Zhan smiled awkwardly,
"It is indeed a little affected." The other three Shushan elders also smiled heartily, as if they were back in the past. No matter what danger they encountered, they were not afraid of it, because there would always be a figure protecting them.
Thinking about it makes my eyes moist again! After another two quarters of an hour, the battle was over. This time the three half-step immortal mirror monks looked pale. They didn't know whether they were seriously injured, angry, or both.
Ye Shanhe looked at the three of them again, feeling a little unfinished, which made the three of them feel scared.
"As far as I know, after the Zijin Pot was born, it was my disciple who was chosen, right?!" A group of people looked at each other and nodded helplessly. Ye Shanhe snorted coldly,
"Hmph! The treasure will belong to whoever claims it as its master. Isn't that a problem?!" After saying that, he pulled out the White Dragon Sword again and looked at the dozen or so monks present.
"No... no problem!" The three half-step immortal mirrors replied reluctantly. Ye Shanhe nodded with satisfaction,
"Okay! Then let Zijin Pot choose again. No matter who you choose this time, everyone should not grab it again, otherwise don't blame me, Ye Shanhe, for being ruthless under the sword!" Everyone was shocked in their hearts, and then the man was beheaded by Murong Zhan. The god mirror monk holding the arm released the purple gold pot.
The loosened Zijin Pot first shook happily a few times, and then flew in front of Ye Shanhe. Just when everyone thought it was going to choose Ye Shanhe, the Zijin Pot directly hit Ye Shanhe's head twice with the bottom of the bottle. Then, under the astonished eyes of everyone, he flew to Su Yunfei's side at high speed.
Ye Shanhe's face was covered with black lines, and everyone was trying hard to suppress their laughter.
"This purple gold pot is quite vindictive. Just now I casually said something about the broken bottle, and it was going to knock me twice." Ye Shanhe shook his head and smiled helplessly.
Then he looked at the three Half-Step Immortal Mirror and the remaining dozen or so sect monks, and said in a deep voice: "Now Zijin Pot has chosen my disciple, who agrees? Who objects?" Several monks from Lingxiao Sect just thought. They expressed different opinions, but after seeing Ye Shanhe's half-smiling expression, they all closed their mouths.
"Since no one objects, it's settled!" After saying that, Ye Shanhe suddenly looked serious, and then he mobilized his energy and shouted into the sky: "I am Shushan Sword Tomb Ye Shanhe! I came out of the mountain today! Su Yunfei, I am Ye Shanhe My favorite disciple, if from now on the human race reaches the realm of emperor or above, any old immortal dares to bully the younger ones, I, Ye Shanhe, will definitely destroy your sect with my sword!" As soon as these words came out, the world was shocked, and the great secrets hidden in each major sect were revealed. Everyone suddenly opened their eyes, first muttering to themselves in disbelief: "Ye Shanhe is still alive?" Then he quickly disappeared into the retreat and appeared near Mount Tai,
"It's really Ye Shanhe! Didn't he pass away three thousand years ago?!"
"This old man has lied to us for three thousand years!"
"It seems that his realm has reached the half-step of the Immortal Mirror, and he is only one step away from the real Immortal Mirror!"
"Shushan Sword Tomb is about to truly rise!" A group of big guys whispered. The sudden appearance of dozens of terrifying auras shook the entire Mount Tai, and some of the more fragile peaks exploded.
Su Yunfei and others were protected by their master's Qi machine and did not receive any harm, while Murong Zhan and others above the clouds looked solemn and were ready to continue the battle.
The master did not have any panic, but looked calm and composed. He shouted to a group of great monks hiding in the dark: "If you don't accept what I say? Then fight!" The white dragon sword automatically unsheathed, and then Soaring straight into the sky, the sword suddenly grew to a length of ten thousand feet, and finally lay across the clouds.
The sword body exudes bursts of sharp sword energy and terrifying pressure. Su Yunfei saw this scene, and his blood boiled in his heart. It was not because he was shocked by his master's great strength, but because he still dared to draw his sword even in the face of many powerful enemies!
This is the real sword cultivator! After three breaths, dozens of terrifying auras gradually dissipated, and Mount Tai, which was constantly shaking, returned to calm.
After the leader of Lingxiao Sect and others looked at each other, they hugged Ye Shanhe's fists, did not dare to say harsh words, and directly took the disciples at the foot of Mount Tai back to the sect.
"Senior Ye is indeed as stable as a mountain, so many great monks have not made you frown." Dugu Xianqin said with sincere admiration.
Ye Shanhe wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with a wry smile: "It's impossible to say I'm not afraid, but..." Suddenly a cold light flashed in his eyes,
"I am a sword cultivator. No matter what kind of danger or powerful enemy I face, I should dare to draw my sword!" These words did not avoid the more than 800 Shushan Sword Tomb disciples at the foot of Mount Tai. After hearing this, they were excited and excited.
"I am a sword cultivator! Dare to show your sword!" After a chorus of shouts, more than 800 long swords soared into the sky, and the colorful sword lights illuminated the top of Mount Tai like brilliant fireworks. The Shushan disciples responded with the highest courtesy of sword cultivators. Master's words.
The master was very pleased to see this scene, and almost burst into tears. He said with emotion: "After the battle five thousand years ago, the Shushan Sword Tomb declined, and it still has not recovered its vitality to this day, but the spirit of our Shushan sword cultivators has not Lost! With this disciple, why should I, Shu Mountain, not rise up!" Murong Zhan and others were also inspired by this. They bowed deeply to their master and said firmly: "We will definitely lead the Shu Mountain Sword Tomb to rise again!" Even Dugu Xianqin was shocked, and then she bowed deeply to her master, hugged Murong Zhan and others, and said softly: "The sect is busy, so I won't disturb you all, Xianqin will leave first! "The master nodded, and then under the respectful gaze of everyone, Dugu Xianqin flew towards Lingyue Palace.
"Father!" Ye Liuyun threw himself into Ye Shanhe's arms, crying like a child. Ye Shanhe patted his back gently, looked up at the sky, and tried not to shed tears.
Murong Zhan and others left space for the two father and son who had not seen each other for three thousand years. The Purple Gold Pot flew in front of Su Yunfei very quickly and kept rubbing his body beside him. It was very intimate and seemed to be begging for something.
Su Yunfei was completely speechless about this clingy purple gold pot. Anyway, there was no danger now, so he reluctantly accepted it.
At this moment, another purple gold pot in his Najie shook violently and was about to break through the Najie.
"Could it be that the purple gold pot in the Najie is not an imitation, but a pair with the one in front of me?" Su Yunfei was puzzled, but at the same time he was overjoyed and quickly unlocked the restriction of the Najie.
The purple-gold pot in the ring rushed out impatiently. Two identical purple-gold pots collided and rotated happily, like lovers reunited after a long separation.
Suddenly, two dazzling rays of light, one gold and one purple, burst out from the spouts of the two purple gold pots, shooting straight into the sky. Ye Shanhe above the clouds quickly dispersed the two bright lights. The leader of the Lingxiao Sect and others who had not yet gone far were stunned for a moment and then sighed after seeing the two bright lights.
The bodies of the two purple gold pots suddenly turned into gold and purple, becoming one gold pot and one purple pot, which made Su Yunfei stunned.
Murong Zhan and others who happened to fly down from the sky were also shocked.
"Is this the real purple gold pot?" Murong Zhan picked up the two pots, one gold and one purple, looked at them again and again, and finally returned them to Su Yunfei, and then told him: "Yunfei, you must take good care of these two pots. Put it away, and don't be afraid of being coveted by outsiders. Master has already said that any monk who is two steps ahead of you will have his orthodoxy destroyed!" Su Yunfei felt warm in his heart after hearing this. Murong Zhan and several elders from Shushan Sword Tomb bowed deeply.
"Thank you uncles for traveling thousands of miles to save Yunfei and Sister Yueyao today!" Yueyao also bowed deeply to Su Yunfei.
Hua Wudi, who had a hot temper, laughed and scolded: "You kid, why are you saying such unscrupulous things! You are our Shushan disciples. As long as you are bullied, we will be there no matter where you are. We don't cause trouble, but we are never afraid of trouble!" "More than 800 Shushan Sword Tomb disciples were inspired, and a strong sense of belonging emerged in their hearts. Shushan Sword Tomb was always the most united sect.
Su Yunfei told the truth about the cause of this incident. At the same time, he felt a little ashamed that his unintentional act had caused dozens of sects to fight each other.
Everyone felt quite speechless upon hearing this.
"What a coincidence!" Murong Zhan said with emotion.
