Chapter: 468

The two of Yang Zhiwen were taken aback and fell from the sky? Is this another fighting king?

He hastily said respectfully: "I am the master of Qingyun Sect, I have met senior."

Qingyun sect suzerain? Four-star fighter?

A hint of sarcasm flashed across Bu Tieyi's face, "How dare you claim the title like this? It's really ridiculous."

When the two heard the words, their complexions suddenly turned ugly, but due to the cultivation base of the other party, they dared not show it outside.

Yang Zhiwen had no choice but to open his mouth and said, "I don't know if senior is here, what advice do you have?"

"Do you know about the Baishan sect?"

Bu Tieyi said coldly.

Yang Zhiwen's complexion changed slightly, even such a small change was noticed by Bu Tieyi, he sneered and said: "It seems that you all know, tell me quickly."

"Not good, does this person have something to do with the Baishan sect? What should I do?"

A trace of fear flashed in Yang Zhiwen's eyes.

"Senior, we don't know anything about the Baishan sect. You are asking the wrong person."

Yang Jingjing said calmly.

"All the slaves of the Baishan Sect have come to your Qingyun Sect. You tell me that you don't know about it? If you don't tell me, wait for the fate of the two of you, just like it."

Bu Tieyi sneered, and suddenly slapped Qing Yunzong's mountain gate with his palm, and the newly repaired archway was immediately smashed to pieces, splashing smoke and dust all over the sky.

The two of them were taken aback by the power of Bu Tieyi's palm, and at this moment, a loud laugh came from Qingyun Sect: "If you want to know what happened to Baishan Sect, come in!"

"It's Brother Ning! Didn't Brother Ning know him?" Yang Zhiwen and Yang Jingjing breathed a sigh of relief. Bu Tieyi put a lot of pressure on them. If Ning Qi didn't speak up, they weren't sure if they could bear it live.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

There was a sneering smile on Bu Tieyi's face, and he walked directly to Qingyun Sect. As a six-star Douhuang, he was fearless in such a place, and no one could ambush him.

At the same time, Ning Qi had already set up all thirty dragon-slaying cannons, and was waiting for the other party to come in. When Bu Tieyi just flew over, Ning Qi saw his attributes. He came here to avenge Qiu Wanli, and Ning Qi didn't intend to show mercy, but just wanted him to go and never return.

"Hey, with them here, I'll blast as many blood-killing sects come."

Ning Qi looked at those dragon-slaying cannons and whispered to himself.

Bu Tieyi walked in with his head held high, and immediately saw Ning Qi sitting on a big pear wood chair in the center.

I saw Ning Qi's big sword, one foot on the edge of the chair, one hand resting on it casually, looking at Bu Tieyi with his head sideways.

There was an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

"This look...you are! Hahaha, it's easy to get here! You killed Qiu Wanli, right?"

Bu Tieyi just pondered for a while, and immediately burst out laughing ecstatically.

After the laughter was over, he looked at Ning Qi and nodded: "Well, at the peak of Spirit Fighting, being able to kill Qiu Wanli, who is known as the Demon King with Hundred Heads, is indeed worthy of publicity, but it's a pity that you killed He is the one who killed my blood sect, such a reputation will not only fail you, but will also harm you."

"I'll give you two choices now. One, hand over the bucket, and I'll let you die quickly. Two, I'll take the bucket myself, or I'll bring it back to the sect to undergo thousands of trials before dying. You choose .”

Ning Qi smiled and said, "Have you finished?"