Sure enough, on the sixth day, the flying spiritual boat stopped suddenly without warning, making everyone come to their senses from their own affairs.

Qin Cheng closed the formation and immediately sensed that more than a dozen figures with strong spiritual power fluctuations were floating outside the spiritual boat.

They surrounded the spiritual boat and blocked all the roads.

"Haha, I wanted to catch a big fish, but I didn't expect to meet the spiritual boat carrying people from Jubao Pavilion. However, I don't think there is too little meat in the shrimps. Everyone should get off the flying boat."

A cold voice sounded in rebelliousness.

Everyone flew to the bow of the boat and suddenly saw a man with a long and narrow scar on his face and only one eye.

At this time, he held his arms and was floating in the air, with three or four powerful men holding treasures standing beside him.

At the bow of the Lingzhou boat, the monks of Jubao Pavilion's palm boat fell to the ground and vomited blood. It was obvious that they were forcibly blocked by the other party before, and were also retaliated by the Lingzhou boat.

"The peak of the fusion realm, the rest of the people are at least the fifth level of the fusion realm."

Feeling the cultivation of this group of people, many monks on the ship changed their faces and were in horror.

Most of their cultivation is in the divine realm or the first level of the fusion realm.

Unexpectedly, when I encountered a situation on the road, I encountered such a powerful existence that no one could deal with.

"Everyone, please be careful, leave this matter to me, and you are here to be patient."

Zheng Yun also flew out at this time and made a downward gesture towards everyone.

After saying that, he flew out and came to the one-eyed man.

"Do you and I have anything to talk about?" said the one-eyed man coldly.

"Since this fellow Taoist knows that this is the spiritual boat of Jubao Pavilion, you should also understand that this journey is the sphere of influence of Qingshan Sect."

Zheng Yun's face flew out in a solemn expression and bowed to the one-eyed man.

"We have tokens from Qingshan Sect in our Jubao Pavilion. Please help me with the Taoist fellow practitioners."

As he said that, Zheng Yun wrapped a jade slip in spiritual energy and sent it to the man.

However, the man didn't even look at it. A trace of disdain flashed across his eyes, and a light of inspiration was shot out, directly blowing the jade slip to pieces.

"Tsk, what's so good about this thing? You can't leave if you don't hand over something today." The man sneered.

"Fellow Daoist is going to be an enemy of Qingshan Sect." Zheng Yun said in a deep voice.

"You can't even know if you're going to the horse to scare me to wait."

At this time, a bald man next to the one-eyed man suddenly burst into laughter.

"The ancestor of Qingshan Sect, his life was silent three days ago, and his body died. Now the monks of Qingshan Sect are in chaos and fight to compete for the position of the new sect leader. How can they control us?"

"What happened to Qingshan Sect?"

Zheng Yun's face also turned dark.

The reason for the chaos in this area is that there is no particularly large sect family. It’s okay that the ancestor of Qingshan Sect is there, but he can’t calm the scene immediately after he dies.

Zheng Yun wants to say something else.

"You can shut up. I don't want to talk nonsense. Now hand over their treasures quickly, otherwise they will be killed."

The man seemed very impatient and directly interrupted Zheng Yun.

Senran spoke, and these dozen demon cultivators instantly drew out spiritual energy.

For a moment, the solemn aura filled the world, and the pressure shook the world.

These demon cultivators were originally people who licked blood from the edge of a knife, but now they were brutal killing on their faces, and they were all ready to kill at any time.


Chapter completed!